Chapter Six Hundred and Eighty-Three: Overwhelming Aura, Absolute Arrogance, Invincible Stance, Dominating the World! The Three-in-One, Second Update
Mu Ne Zhen Ce once again directed his gaze towards the Qian Family's encampment. Every time the Newcomer King Tournament commenced, the factions of the Three Ultimate Bloodline Warriors always drew the most attention.
Today, they remained the focal point.
Though the assembly of the Three Ultimate Bloodline Warriors was not the largest in number, their presence exuded the most potent aura.
Qian Wushuang stood at the very forefront of the Qian Family contingent, embodying a true leader. Behind him stood his specialized battle team, each member radiating an undeniable confidence.
Sensing Mu Ne Zhen Ce’s scrutiny, Qian Wushuang swiftly turned his head to offer a polite smile.
Mu Ne Zhen Ce nodded lightly, his existing suspicions hardening into certainty: that Qian Jin and Qian Wushuang were pitted against each other in the opening match was almost certainly arranged by this young prodigy of the Qian family, through some machination involving Qian Zhan Xuan.
Qian Wushuang’s confident smile shifted toward Qian Jin. Qian Jin had stolen too much limelight recently. The first match of the Newcomer King Tournament would be the perfect stage to crush him, to show him that his recent surge of strength was nothing more than a fleeting illusion!
That was precisely the plan: deny him opportunities to cross swords with others, prevent him from gaining more combat experience, and stop him from building momentum and popularity.
Qian Wushuang’s confident smile was laced with ample arrogance. The Family Head was right: when facing an opponent you intend to eliminate, you strike them down directly. Sending people out repeatedly to grant them more experience was the most idiotic approach.
Mu Ne Zhen Ce rapidly swept his gaze across the other sections. Today, not only were some warriors from the Three Ultimate Bloodline Families present, but also young combatants from the Ten Great Bloodline Warrior Families. Beyond them, the most noteworthy attendees were the Barbarian Warriors who had come from the Wildlands.
Whether it was the True Valor Dynasty’s Newcomer King Tournament or the Demon Race’s New Demon King Contest, the Wildlanders always sent their champions to participate.
“What are you looking at?”
A voice dripping with provocation suddenly rang out from the formation adjacent to Qian Jin’s. Fen Tu Kuang Ge frowned slightly. The formation next to them belonged to the Explosive Bear Bloodline, and the remark was clearly aimed at him.
Huo Er Gang! Fen Tu Kuang Ge recognized this Explosive Bear Bloodline Warrior, who was already over thirty years old. It was this very man who had nearly been defeated by Fen Tu Kuang Xiao in the past, only to resort to dirty tricks—a move that seemed beneath his outwardly rough demeanor. Now, here they were again.
Huo Er Gang’s bear-like eyes were filled with undisguised challenge as he scrutinized Fen Tu Kuang Ge from head to toe: “You’re that Fen Tu Kuang Ge, the One Body, Two Saints, right?”
Duan Feng Bu Er raised an eyebrow, watching Huo Er Gang with curiosity. Interesting! Usually, those who dared provoke their group were simply arrogant fools ignorant of their strength. This Huo Er Gang, this Explosive Bear Bloodline Warrior, clearly understood Fen Tu Kuang Ge’s power.
One Body, Two Saints meant that even in the Void Saint state, he was comparable to nearly a Double Void Saint, granting an absolute advantage in battle, not to mention that Fen Tu Kuang Ge had already pushed toward the Solid Saint realm.
“You’re the one who struck my younger brother, aren’t you?” Huo Er Gang measured Fen Tu Kuang Ge up. “You were too heavy-handed!”
Fen Tu Kuang Ge rolled his eyes. “Not as black-hearted as you. That day you injured my brother, what’s wrong with me hitting your brother?”
“Fen Tu Kuang Xiao? What about it?” Huo Er Gang sneered. “Do you know the value of a Bloodline Warrior on the Man-Demon Battlefield? We are far superior to your common warriors! By injuring my brother, you might have stopped his power from awakening. You are being irresponsible towards the True Valor Dynasty and the entire Man-Demon Battlefield!”
Qian Jin shot a weary glance at Huo Er Gang. This Explosive Bear Bloodline Warrior represented the mindset of the majority of Bloodline Warriors.
“Want revenge for your brother?” Fen Tu Kuang Ge pointed toward the nearby arena. “Keep winning, and you’ll meet me there. But let me make one thing clear: when I face you, I will break every bone in your body.”
“Break my bones?” Huo Er Gang roared with laughter. “I know you are One Body, Two Saints, but so what? Bloodline Warriors have ruled the battlefield for ages. We possess the capability to fight above our level; you must know that, right?”
“One Body, Two Saints, indeed! I’ve looked into your history. You’ve been quite lucky, relying on the assistance of common warriors achieving Sainthood to reach your current power. In truth, you’ve never experienced a true battle of life and death. A powerhouse who hasn’t faced death cannot stabilize his abilities. Let me tell you frankly, I’ve slain more demons on the Man-Demon Battlefield than you have ever seen.”
Duan Feng Bu Er couldn't help but burst out laughing. Fen Tu Kuang Ge never fought for his life? If one were to strip the clothes off Fen Tu Kuang Ge, those scars alone would reveal to any discerning warrior the countless times he had teetered on the edge of death.
More demons slain than seen? Mu Ne Zhen Ce also couldn't help but chuckle. Who else had entered the Demon Race territory with such high visibility? Only their group! Living immersed among the Demon Race daily, they had seen countless demons.
Qian Jin couldn't be bothered with the Explosive Bear Bloodline Warrior. In this Newcomer King Tournament, the number of truly powerful contenders couldn't be counted on one's fingers. Anyone who dared to enter possessed significant strength.
Huo Er Gang, at thirty years old, was a full decade older than Qian Jin’s generation, meaning his power wouldn’t be insignificant. Everything would only become clear once they stepped onto the stage.
Qian Jin’s eyes scanned every participant within sight: the Qian Family? The Li Family? The Nine Yang Family?
Qian Jin quickly reviewed the crowd, but the confusion in his pupils only deepened, multiplying with every glance.
Wind and Cloud Battle Qi, Mountain and River Battle Qi!
The two true forms of common battle qi that had historically challenged the Bloodline Warriors!
Every time an Ultimate Bloodline Power emerged, the inheritors of the Wind and Cloud Battle Qi and the Mountain and River Battle Qi would invariably appear to challenge it.
After hearing his teacher Mie Fang Yuan mention it, Qian Jin had been intensely curious to discover the whereabouts of this generation’s inheritor of the Mountain and River Battle Qi.
The Wind and Cloud Battle Qi commanded boundless lightning, while the Mountain and River Battle Qi wielded the might of mountains and rivers!
Bao Long Zhen Ce tried his best to summarize his lengthy preamble, eliciting a chorus of resounding applause from the crowd.
Bao Long Zhen Ce let out a wry, helpless sigh. This was not an expression of being moved or inspired by his speech, but simply excitement for the battles about to unfold.
“Then… the Newcomer King Tournament officially begins!”
With Bao Long Zhen Ce’s command, the mages immediately channeled flame element magic, ascending into the air to project the match pairings for the opening round before everyone.
Qian Jin versus Qian Wushuang!
The moment these words appeared in the sky, every spectator in the entire arena gasped in unison.
The first match! The very first bout of the Newcomer King Tournament! It was Qian Wushuang, the Qian Family’s most outstanding Bloodline Warrior, pitted against the currently most celebrated Qian Jin?
The relationship between Qian Jin and the Qian Family was no secret in the True Valor Dynasty anymore. Instantly, everyone suspected that this pairing was the result of backstage maneuvering.
In the next moment, a roar of surging sighs erupted from the crowd.
Qian Jin, the common warrior most highly favored, had been expected to achieve the best historical record for a common warrior in the Newcomer King Tournament. Now… it seemed he was destined to set the worst historical record!
Who was Qian Wushuang? He was the Bloodline Warrior carrying the hopes of the Qian Family, deemed most likely to awaken the Ultimate Bloodline Power—the Spirit King Bloodline! Such an individual was guaranteed a spot in the top three, at the very least, and possibly the Newcomer King title itself.
Such a pairing… the spectators could only sigh, whispering about the unfairness, arguing that this draw explicitly robbed common warriors of any chance to make a name for themselves.
“What are you laughing at?!” Duan Feng Bu Er frowned in annoyance. “Qian Wushuang’s smile is truly punchable…”
“Qian Wushuang?” Bo Ke Si Li followed Duan Feng Bu Er’s gaze with a questioning look, her brow furrowed with curiosity. “Where is Qian Wushuang?”
Duan Feng Bu Er was momentarily stunned by Bo Ke Si Li’s question. Hadn’t this beautiful demoness, allied with two other elite Martial Artists of the Mammon Demon Race, nearly been killed by Qian Wushuang on the battlefield that day? How could she not recognize him?
“He’s the one standing right at the front,” Duan Feng Bu Er pointed with his chin.
“That’s Qian Wushuang?” Bo Ke Si Li’s face showed even greater confusion. “He is Qian Wushuang?”
“The one you saw wasn't him?” Duan Feng Bu Er became curious.
“No,” Bo Ke Si Li shook her head repeatedly. “The person I saw seemed slightly younger than him.”
“Younger?” Duan Feng Bu Er scratched his head. “This is Qian Wushuang.”
Bo Ke Si Li nodded and said no more.
The opening match was always held in the central area of the venue. At this moment, all eyes turned toward the central platform.
Qian Wushuang looked up, saw his name, then lightly tapped the ground with the tip of his foot, drifting down onto the center of the stage as weightlessly as a willow catkin.
No need for any loud shouts, nor any explosion of power—Qian Wushuang stood quietly on the stage, yet gave the impression that this space was his personal domain.
The crowd held their breath, watching Qian Wushuang in the center of the stage, momentarily forgetting about fairness or unfairness, utterly captivated by his unique presence.
“Qian Jin, come up! Let me show you that the glorious status of the Bloodline Warriors is something no one can challenge!” Qian Wushuang lightly raised a hand, instantly amplifying his aura of invincibility.
Only then did the audience recall the identity of his opponent: Qian Jin.
Many eyes held expressions of longing, hands clasped together before their chests, hoping Qian Jin could last even a few more minutes in the fight, as that would be enough to earn face for the common warriors and give them a sliver of hope for strength.
The venue, where everyone held their breath, was eerily quiet, giving no indication that nearly two hundred thousand people were gathered there.
Into this silence, a harsh, scraping sound of metal on the ground suddenly sliced through the air. Screeeech... Screeeech... Screeeech...
The rhythmic friction of metal against stone immediately made people realize the sound originated from behind Qian Jin, or rather, from whatever he was clutching in his hand.
A throne!
It was a chair forged entirely from pure metal, bearing a resemblance to the throne upon which His Majesty sat, though with subtle differences.
The massive metal throne, at a cursory glance, was clearly weighing several thousand catties.
Qian Jin, gripping the heavy metal throne—weighing thousands of catties—with one hand, walked slowly, step by agonizing step, toward the arena.
No flashy leaps, no angry declarations—Qian Jin simply dragged the metal throne, each footfall accompanied by that grating sound against the stone.
Screeeech... Screeeech... Screeeech...
Each friction sound not only piqued the curiosity of the audience but also felt like a saw blade being drawn across their heartstrings.
Everyone watched Qian Jin with confusion. No one knew the purpose of the chair. Was it a weapon for battle?
Qian Zhan Xuan sat beside Bao Long Zhen Ce. Sensing Bao Long Zhen Ce’s questioning look, he furrowed his sharp eyebrows and shook his head.
Snake Emperor Pan Hong Ji and Li Ba exchanged curious glances. During his seclusion recently, Qian Jin had indeed made metal clanging sounds that suggested forging. They had assumed he was crafting a weapon, but who knew he was making a chair?
Could the chair be a Soul Weapon? Pan Hong Ji couldn't fathom it. While some people’s Battle Souls were indeed bizarre, making a chair into a Soul Weapon seemed excessive.
Everyone watched Qian Jin with curiosity.
The relatively short distance seemed drawn out to an eternity as Qian Jin dragged the chair forward.
Qian Jin ascended the stage, dragged the chair a little further, and then, with a single motion, hoisted the thousands-of-catties chair high before slamming it down onto the stone slabs of the arena.
CRASH!
The impact of the heavy metal against the ground resonated like a war drum striking the audience’s hearts, jolting nearly two hundred thousand spectators into sudden alertness.
Qian Jin didn't spare a glance at Qian Wushuang, who looked equally bewildered. He reached out, gently caressed the backrest of the chair, circled it once, and then…
Qian Jin sat down in the metal throne he had forged with his own hands.
He leaned back slowly against the high backrest, rested his right leg lightly over his left, shifted his torso slightly to the right, braced his right elbow on the armrest, and supported his chin with the back of his right hand, quietly observing Qian Wushuang.
This…
What kind of attitude was this?
What kind of attitude was this!
Everyone was stunned by Qian Jin’s level of arrogance, which reached its absolute zenith. Qian Jin’s current posture looked nothing like someone preparing for a serious contest.
Qian Wushuang also froze for a moment. This was…
Under the gaze of the crowd, Qian Jin slowly spoke: “If you can make me stand up, make me leave this chair, and I will concede you the victory.”
The mages nearby utilized amplification magic, carrying Qian Jin’s words to the ears of the two hundred thousand spectators.
BOOM!
In an instant, the entire arena seemed struck by a forbidden curse. After a second of stunned silence, it erupted into the loudest cacophony.
Arrogant! Too arrogant! Qian Jin dared to say such a thing while facing the strongest of the younger generation from the Qian Family’s Spirit King Bloodline!
Make him stand up and you win!
This… this could no longer be called disdain… it was an insult! Yes! The most public insult imaginable!
A common warrior daring to speak such words to the most outstanding of the Bloodline Warriors!
“By the Stars above! Am I dreaming?”
“How could he say that?”
“Hey, slap me awake! I need to know if this is real.”
Two hundred thousand people voiced almost identical confusion.
Snake Emperor Pan Hong Ji swallowed hard in shock; this was truly too unexpected!
Qian Zhan Xuan’s sharp eyebrows shot straight up. No matter how much he had speculated before the battle, he never anticipated Qian Jin would utter such words or perform such an act.
The other contestants in the waiting area were dumbfounded. What was Qian Jin doing? This was going too far!
“Unleash all your strength, lest you have regrets later,” Qian Jin stated calmly, still seated in the chair, gazing at Qian Wushuang. “Don’t doubt yourself; you are worth going all out against.”
“You? Worth me going all out?” Qian Wushuang’s confident smile was now replaced entirely by fury. He had intended to defeat his opponent in the most magnificent fashion, but now, no matter how he might brutally crush Qian Jin, this insult would remain today.
A dignified Bloodline Warrior being treated with such disrespect!
“Stand up and fight me!” Qian Wushuang said coldly, staring at Qian Jin. “Sitting on the floor like a petulant child is useless.”
“Do I need to be petty?” Qian Jin smiled faintly, and a massive Battle Soul surged within him—the aura of Sainthood!
Before Qian Wushuang could react, Qian Jin’s second Battle Soul soared into the air—it too bore the aura of Sainthood!
Before the two hundred thousand spectators could react, Qian Jin’s third Battle Soul ascended as well—and it was still the aura of Sainthood!
Sainthood… Sainthood… Sainthood!
Qian Jin instantly unleashed his Sainthood capabilities completely, presenting them to everyone without reservation, yet his tone remained utterly composed: “Making me leave this seat, or shattering my chair, both count as your victory.”
Qian Wushuang’s proud expression hardened into extreme gravity. This level of power… this far exceeded all expectations! How could a common warrior possess such strength at this age?
Fight? How to fight? Qian Wushuang’s face darkened like black water…
Qian Jin slightly adjusted his posture, his voice still level. “What? You don't dare strike? Aren't you the Spirit King Bloodline Warrior? Don't you even have the courage to attack? Back at the borderlands! A senior relative of mine, to protect my life, faced an opponent far stronger than himself. Knowing he couldn't win, he still staked his life defending everything he valued most.”
Qian Jin’s eyebrows lifted slightly as his gaze fixed on Qian Zhan Xuan in the presiding box. “What? Does the Spirit King Bloodline Warrior lack the guts of a common warrior? Not even daring to strike? After awakening your Spirit King Bloodline, do you only dare bully those weaker than yourselves?”
“Qian Wushuang, you can forfeit,” Qian Jin smiled faintly. “If you don’t dare to fight, then forfeit.”
Forfeit? Qian Wushuang’s face turned icy. How could he forfeit in this situation! There were fully two hundred thousand people watching him!
If he forfeited now, tomorrow, the number of people who knew would far exceed these two hundred thousand! The honor of the Spirit King Bloodline Warrior Family, and his own lifelong glory, would be ruined!
Gu Yue Jia Ying stood among the waiting contestants, desperately trying to control her watering eyes, preventing tears from spilling over.
“Qian Jin…”
Qian Wushuang gritted his teeth, venomous words squeezing out from between his jaws as the Spirit King Bloodline power within him began to bloom fully.
Qian Zhan Xuan’s expression grew chilling. This fight needed no continuation; the gap between Qian Wushuang and Qian Jin was too vast. Qian Wushuang was merely at the peak of the Void Saint realm. Facing a Solid Saint Bloodline Warrior, he might perhaps fight hesitantly, perhaps even sparking an awakening of his bloodline power.
But now… Qian Wushuang’s opponent was Qian Jin, who had reached the True Saint realm! The disparity in strength between them was no less than the gap that existed between Fabredis and himself back at the borderlands.
Myriad Law Soul Domain!
Qian Wushuang unfurled his Soul Domain. The surrounding magic elements instantly went into a violent frenzy, and the golden triple eyes on his forehead fully opened—that was the ultimate state of the true Myriad Law Divine Eye.
Spirit King Bloodline Warrior Form! In the past, the manifestation of this form always elicited waves of admiration!
Qian Wushuang, so young, had already reached the peak of the Void Saint realm! In the past, such an achievement would similarly draw endless envy and reverence.
But now…
Qian Wushuang sensed that the gazes of the two hundred thousand people were no longer filled with admiration or awe, but only endless sorrow and pity.
The feeling was akin to watching a pig, already tied up, being led to the slaughter.
“Is this all your strength?” Qian Jin watched the Qian Wushuang on the stage from his throne. “Then, you should step down from this arena.”
As the words ‘step down from the arena’ were uttered, Qian Jin raised his left arm and delivered a palm strike into the air. It was a strike devoid of complex technique—simple, direct, and decisive!
Qian Wushuang instantly felt as if all the power of the heavens and stars were rejecting him, countless stars plummeting from the sky, leaving him with no place to dodge or flee.
“Qian Kun Wu Ji!”
Sensing that this strike was not intended to push him back but to kill him, Qian Wushuang simultaneously raised both arms, drawing bizarre arcs in the air. Battle Qi coalesced into a strange seal, forcibly altering the surrounding spatial structure, as if he were the true sovereign within the universe, where no person or thing could alter what he had decreed!
"Going all out! Lei Long Li's spirit instantly jolted—Qian Wushuang was truly giving his all! No wonder he was so confident; he had actually mastered the Qian family's ultimate esoteric technique, the Qiankun Limitless Seal, this early!
The Qiankun Limitless Seal! Boundless, endless!
For a moment, the primal energy of the surrounding heaven and earth erupted violently, and Qian Wushuang's strength soared once more!
The special ability of the Qiankun Limitless Seal! It forcibly draws upon the primal energy of heaven and earth to empower the body, causing it to violently break past established levels of strength for a short time, unleashing power that should not be accessible!
This was the true manifestation of fighting with everything on the line! The destructive force of the Qiankun Limitless Seal was immense, but once its special ability was activated, it carried a more severe side effect: for the next three days, the user could only manifest fifty percent of their true strength!
This was almost a battle style of burning one's future potential. Unless it was a life-or-death moment! Otherwise, even those in the Qian family who had mastered the Qiankun Limitless Seal would never trigger that special ability.
'Going all out?' Jiu Yang Fenghua nodded lightly. In this situation, a desperate gamble was the only option. Perhaps under this immense pressure, he could break through the limits of his bloodline power. If that happened... the final outcome of the battle would become truly unpredictable, especially considering the special ability of the Qiankun Limitless Seal...
The Myriad Law Divine Eye flashed maniacally at this moment, unleashing all manner of auxiliary spells as if cost were no object, raining down upon Qian Wushuang. His aura surged continuously, looking as if he were on the very cusp of stepping into the True Saint realm.
Not on the cusp! He truly arrived!
Under the powerful pressure of impending death, the Elf King bloodline power within Qian Wushuang finally erupted. The Myriad Law Divine Eye once again shot forth an even stronger radiance—True Saint!
In an instant! Qian Wushuang fully activated the newly awakened power of his Elf King bloodline, entering the True Saint realm under the duress of imminent death.
'I never intended to kill you. You can't even distinguish between a true kill and a feigned one... you truly disappoint me...'
Qian Jin's words instantly flooded Qian Wushuang's mind. The overwhelming aura of the palm strike showed no sign of weakening, slamming directly into the force field generated by the Qiankun Limitless Seal, ignoring the various offensive spells flying in from all directions.
The magic! Some were potent enough to severely wound or kill a True Saint who had achieved Celestial Awakening, but Qian Wushuang’s spells clearly weren't qualified to injure Qian Jin’s True Saint body.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Countless spells detonated around Qian Jin’s body. A gigantic palm print shot through the air, and the force field of the Qiankun Limitless Seal instantly shattered!
'Not good!' Qian Wushuang tried to dodge, only to find Qian Jin’s palm strike had sealed off all spatial directions. The palm governed the celestial arena, and oppressive auras coiled around him, physically blocking any path of escape.
In a flash, Qian Wushuang flipped his wrist and directly retrieved a Sacred Artifact from the Battle Realm—the Elf King’s Spear! The Elf King’s Spear, perfectly suited for a warrior wielding the Elf King bloodline!
The great spear, in Qian Wushuang’s grip, spun like a drill, thrusting towards Qian Jin’s airborne palm strike. The spear shaft emitted a clear, resonant dragon’s cry, as if a single strike could pierce through the stars themselves.
'I can't hold back!' Qian Wushuang had initially intended to avoid using this sacred spear against Qian Jin, but now that the disparity in strength was too vast, he had to bring out every capability he possessed!
With the long spear in hand, he didn't retreat but advanced—one step! Two steps! Three steps! The brilliant sacred spear aimed directly for Qian Jin’s throat.
This strike suddenly burst forth, carrying the might of a Sacred Artifact, its power more than ten times stronger than before.
Qian Jin, seated atop the metal throne, lightly rotated his wrist and pressed his palm downward. His entire arm instantly swelled several times thicker, executing a 'Mountain Uprooting' move from the Raging Bear bloodline warrior technique!
Qian Wushuang hadn't expected Qian Jin to meet the sacred spear barehanded. He violently shook his wrist, causing the entire spear shaft to vibrate with greater intensity. Countless sharp barbs formed from magic permeated outward from the shaft, rotating at high speed as if capable of shredding anything.
The addition of countless sharp barbs corrected the spear’s inherent weakness of being easily grasped. The high-speed rotation combined with the magic spikes unexpectedly formed a new killing move mid-combat.
'You think I can't grab it?' Qian Jin paid no mind to the sharp protrusions, his massive hand reaching directly for the spear body. The Raging Bear bloodline's Mountain Uprooting was utilized to its extreme. As the palm struck, the air filled with roars and bellows of bears, and his five fingers clamped down like immense iron pincers.
'This is...?'
Qian Wushuang felt his heart leap wildly, every inch of skin tightening. Qian Jin’s hand seemed like the legendary hand of a Demon King. He violently flicked the spear upward, the tip carving a thin line through the air, slicing through space itself, aiming for Qian Jin’s palm center.
Qian Jin’s index and middle fingers snapped together in the middle!
Clang!
The fingers met the spear shaft with a metallic collision, sending a cascade of sparks flying and swirling around Qian Jin’s fingertips.
Qian Jin’s middle and index fingers had successfully clamped down on Qian Wushuang’s forward-thrusting spear!
The young warriors who could follow the battle all changed expression simultaneously. He caught the spear using just his fingers? That action looked terrifyingly simple!
Qian Jin pulled the spear, now clamped in his hand, sharply back towards himself. That immense, brute force was suddenly unleashed, and the spear in Qian Wushuang’s hands was instantly wrested away!
The intense heat generated by the friction sent the smell of cooking flesh wafting from Qian Wushuang’s palm. Before he could react, the overwhelming, sweeping palm strike flew toward him again, directly striking his chest.
Crack... crack...
In that instant, the bones in Qian Wushuang’s chest completely shattered. The formidable force passed straight through his body, causing the clothes on his back to billow outward. Finally, the fabric couldn't withstand the immense penetration and exploded apart.
Qian Wushuang was sent flying high, landing heavily on the arena floor with a solid thud, sliding several dozen meters before finally stopping.
Crack... crack... crack...
As Qian Wushuang hit the ground, his bones continued to explode in succession. He tried to stand up, only to discover that not a single bone in his body was intact.
One palm strike! Just a single strike shattered every bone in his body!
Lying on the ground, Qian Wushuang struggled desperately to rise, his pupils blazing with an inability to accept reality. He was the most outstanding young bloodline warrior of the Qian family, destined to stand at the absolute peak! And now... now he was beaten into such a critical state by Qian Jin in a single blow!
Without even leaving the throne... he truly hadn't moved from the throne!
Qian Wushuang lay on the ground, looking at Qian Jin on the throne with near despair. From the start of the fight until this moment, Qian Jin hadn't been forced to leave his throne, not even to shift his posture by a fraction.
How could this be? How could this be? Qian Wushuang couldn't accept that this was real. He just stared blankly at the sky, forgetting even the pain in his body.
All two hundred thousand spectators were stunned. Most hadn't even seen clearly how Qian Jin took the weapon or how he defeated Qian Wushuang.
The people only felt a blur before their eyes; the fight was over. The Qian family's most outstanding bloodline warrior now lay on the ground, worse off than a dead dog.
To last a few minutes? Those who expected Qian Jin to last even a few minutes were all dumbfounded. The battle hadn't lasted minutes... it was over in an instant. Qian Wushuang lost, and he lost so miserably.
Many covertly glanced towards Qian Zhanxuan on the main platform. The Qian Family Patriarch's expression couldn't have been uglier. The opening match!
The opening match might not always be the most exciting, but it was usually engaging. Typically, one person from the Three Great Bloodline Warrior Families would fight an ordinary warrior to showcase the invincibility of the bloodline warriors.
But today!
The opening match! A bloodline warrior who had never lost had been defeated! And it was the Qian family’s genius bloodline warrior! What a loss of face...
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