Chapter 39 - First Battle
Chen Fan glanced at Zhong Li, Chen Changfeng, and the others before walking away silently.
Such occasions didn’t call for words—they called for strength. Ultimately, he would have to demonstrate his strength to prove himself.
Moreover, even if he were to speak up, it would be nothing more than a joke to those listening.
The most effective retaliation would be during the upcoming grand competition. The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.
Zhong Li, Chen Changfeng, and their cohorts also refrained from further humiliating Chen Fan as it served no purpose.
In their eyes, Chen Fan was already a dead man. If they came across him during the competition, they would show him no mercy.
“Zhong Li, I didn’t expect you to really step into the Qi Grandmaster realm!”
Chen Changfeng’s gaze fell onto Zhong Li, his eyes narrowing as he sensed the primeval qi surging within him like a roaring furnace.
A Qi Grandmaster was an expert who had cultivated their Qigong to the level of a grandmaster.
The next step involved primeval vessels in their dantian, condensing an immense primeval force, and ascending to the realm of expert qi cultivators.
In the Yuanfu realm, martial artists had to condense primeval force into droplets brimming with terrifying energy and store them in their primeval vessel. Their powers were immense, letting them traverse the skies, soar over mountains and rivers, and wield power similar to a god’s.
Although Qi Grandmasters could also transform their primeval qi into wings, allowing them to run in the skies, they could only do it briefly due to the substantial energy consumption involved.
If they exhausted their primeval qi, failing to keep up with the energy consumption, they could even fall to their deaths. Such incidents occurred more frequently than one might think.
Nevertheless, it was a realm that hundreds of millions of people dreamt of and pursued.
Qi Grandmasters could ascend to the heavens with a single step, commanding the weather as they pleased. Within the entire Great Chu Empire, they were regarded as masters and experts.
After all, the Spring Autumn Sect had ten thousand outer sect disciples, yet only Zhong Li had become a Qi Grandmaster so far.
Advancing to the ninth level from the eighth level was unimaginably difficult.
Soon, Chen Fan drew an iron lot. He was in the tenth group, number 345.
With more than 13,000 disciples split into ten groups to do battle, each group would have more than 1,300 people.
Holding his iron lot, Chen Fan walked to the bottom of the tenth fighting arena and waited quietly.
The drawing of lots concluded swiftly; now, everyone knew which group they belonged to and their assigned number.
The competition host, an elder, leaped into the air and announced, “Now, let the Outer Sect Grand Competition begin.”
“First group, number 1 versus number 998.”
“Second group, number 453 versus number 1123.”
“Third group, number 32 versus number 698.”
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The disciples whose numbers were called quickly jumped onto the arena and engaged in a fierce battle with their opponents.
For a time, each fighting arena shone brightly, and the resounding booms of clashes filled the air.
The Outer Sect Grand Competition was incomparably cruel. Each participant had only one chance, and defeat meant elimination or even death.
“Tenth group, number 345 versus number 874.”
The host’s voice rang out again.
Chen Fan entered the fighting arena with a calm expression.
His opponent was a youth dressed in yellow, his figure tall and lanky, his gaze a bit vicious, and his cultivation at the sixth level.
Inside the observation gallery, Sun Wenshan’s gaze fell onto the tenth fighting arena. When he saw the two participants were Chen Fan and his son, he immediately smiled coldly. “Hehe, Qin Changkong, didn’t you say my son is a good-for-nothing? This is perfect! I didn’t expect my son to go against Chen Fan. Now, watch closely and see who’s the real good-for-nothing.”
He had indeed abused his position and helped Sun Youwei obtain plenty of benefits, and Sun Youwei’s talent was indeed only average. However, how could he let anyone belittle his son?
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