Supreme Dragon Martial Soul-Chapter 358 - 34: The Drug Takes Effect, To Battle!

Hearing the crowd’s discussions, the members of the Xuanyuan Sect all looked visibly displeased.

Xu Bingyi was defeated by Fei Jue in just three moves!

This result caught everyone off guard!

Even Elder Chen Xuan and the Ninth Elder were stunned.

They had thought that with Xu Bingyi’s Ice Field, even if she couldn’t beat Fei Jue, she could at least hold out for a while.

But to think she was defeated so decisively!

The members of the Fierce Cloud Sect, however, were elated. Sun Yingyang, feeling smug, turned his head to glance at the Ninth Elder and mocked:

"Oh my, wasn’t it you just now who said all I could do was talk big?"

The Ninth Elder’s face turned ashen.

Sun Yingyang sneered before turning to lecture the Fierce Cloud Sect disciples present: "Remember this—you must always have self-awareness. Don’t be like some people, or else you’ll just become a laughingstock!"

"You!"

The Ninth Elder clenched his fists tightly, his chest heaving violently.

"That man is too much!"

"How infuriating! We must win against the disciples of the Fierce Cloud Sect to shut him up and wipe that smug look off his face!"

"Agreed, the second round is about to begin!"

Chen Lingyu and the others were all enraged by Sun Yingyang’s words, their righteous indignation rising.

Only Luo Cheng sat with his eyes closed, unmoving like a boulder.

There were six matches in the first round in total. For the rest of the matches, either the strength gap was too great, or the opponents were from the same Sect, leading to immediate forfeits as soon as they were announced!

Amidst the lively discussion, the first-round matches quickly concluded.

The elegant elder of the Luoxia Sect began announcing the matchups for the second round.

"First arena: Xuanyuan Sect’s Lin Zhidong versus Fierce Cloud Sect’s Shen Qing!"

"Second arena: Fierce Cloud Sect’s Sun Chuanwu versus Luoxia Sect’s Xia Qing!"

"Third arena: Luoxia Sect’s Jin Yuxi versus Xuanyuan Sect’s Chen Lingyu!"

"Fourth arena, ..."

Interestingly, Lin Zhidong was drawn for the first arena again, and his opponent was Shen Qing, ranked eighth in the Fierce Cloud Sect!

Seeing Shen Qing step onto the arena, the Ninth Elder squinted his eyes slightly and said to Lin Zhidong in a deep voice, "Zhidong, fight beautifully for your master and win!"

"Don’t worry, Master!"

Lin Zhidong smiled as he stood up.

Seated nearby, Xue Yun and Peng Shan exchanged a glance, their brows furrowing slightly.

Boom!

As Lin Zhidong stepped onto the stage, he wasted no time and charged straight at Shen Qing, unleashing a powerful palm strike head-on.

The force of the palm ripped through the air, emitting an eerie wailing sound!

"Hmph!"

Shen Qing, a spearman, spun his azure-purple spear like a dragon, stabbing three times in an instant. The spear’s energy spread out in a triangular burst, completely dispelling the palm strike.

"Fall before me!"

Lin Zhidong’s blood surged as he immediately launched a second wave of attacks following his opening strike!

Each palm strike was heavy and oppressive, like dark clouds pressing down, engulfing Shen Qing entirely.

Shen Qing’s gaze sharpened as he gripped his spear with both hands. A majestic aura erupted from him as he thrust his weapon forward again.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! ...

The two fighters were evenly matched; neither could gain the upper hand. Their strikes tore through the air, shattering it repeatedly, while the arena became a whirlwind of chaos, making it hard for onlookers to even keep their eyes open.

In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged over ten moves!

"Wait, how come Lin Zhidong’s momentum seems to be growing stronger?"

A sharp-eyed expert in the crowd noticed something unusual.

As the intense battle continued, the previously equal footing between the two began to shift.

Lin Zhidong fought with growing ferocity, forcing Shen Qing to retreat continuously.

"Fall!"

On the stage, Lin Zhidong felt a surge of heat within him. Letting out a deep shout, he leapt high into the air, delivering three consecutive palm strikes toward Shen Qing’s position!

Boom! Boom! Splat!

The three palm strikes were executed in one seamless motion, each one more ferocious than the last. Shen Qing managed to withstand the first two, but the third sent him flying off the stage, spitting blood.

"Lin Zhidong wins!"

The Luoxia Sect elder standing nearby announced the result.

Haha!

The Ninth Elder’s spirits soared, and he couldn’t help but laugh heartily. Casting a glance at Sun Yingyang, he remarked, "Sun, weren’t you boasting just now?"

Sun Yingyang’s brows twitched sharply, and he snorted coldly:

"What’s there to be proud of about a sixth-ranked fighter beating the eighth? Let’s see how many matches your people can win!"

Shen Qing returned to his seat, dejected.

Beside him, Sun Chuanwu couldn’t help but ask:

"Junior Brother Shen, your skill shouldn’t be inferior to his. How did you lose so suddenly?"

Shen Qing looked dazed as he swallowed a Healing Elixir and replied, "I don’t know either. As we kept fighting, his strength suddenly surged dramatically. By the time I realized it, it was too late..."

"Could it be some kind of secret technique that boosts his power?"

Sun Chuanwu muttered, his eyes flashing coldly as he looked toward Lin Zhidong on the stage. A chilling smile crept across his lips:

"No matter. I’ll avenge you in a bit!"

In the first two rounds, Sun Chuanwu’s opponents had both forfeited without a fight, leaving him itching for action!

On the arena.

Lin Zhidong, full of confidence, reveled in the thrill of back-to-back victories, his blood boiling with excitement.

He stepped lightly off the arena platform.

"Heh, well done!"

The Ninth Elder beamed with pride as he looked toward Lin Zhidong.

At that moment, Luo Cheng opened his eyes.

A flash of unparalleled sharpness flickered briefly in his gaze as he turned to study Lin Zhidong.

Lin Zhidong happened to glance back.

Their eyes met!

Lin Zhidong gave a smug smile, sitting back down confidently.

But just as he sat, a warm, wet sensation suddenly tickled the tip of his nose.

Touching his nose, Lin Zhidong found faint traces of blood on his fingers.

"Could it be that I overexerted my Essence Energy earlier?"

Lin Zhidong sniffed, took out a Spirit Pill to recover his Essence Energy, and consumed it without much thought.

Sitting nearby, Peng Shan and Xue Yun exchanged subtle glances, their expressions turning slightly grim.

Luo Cheng took all of this in silently. He glanced at Lin Zhidong once more before quickly averting his gaze.

If his guess was correct, the Green Essence Blood Activating Pill inside Lin Zhidong’s body must have started to take effect.

What exactly the effects of this Green Essence Blood Activating Pill were—

It wouldn’t take long to find out!

In the second round of matches, besides Lin Zhidong and Shen Qing’s battle, the duel between Chen Lingyu and Jin Yuxi was especially captivating.

Both were beauties, with comparable rankings and strength.

Chen Lingyu specialized in Fist Techniques. Though her hands appeared delicate and soft, each punch carried immense power and authority!

Jin Yuxi excelled in Leg Techniques. Her long, fair legs struck with such precision and grace, her moves were unpredictable and fluid.

Their match on the arena was like a choreographed dance between butterflies and the clash of stars and moons, dazzling and thrilling, leaving the crowd in awe!

After exchanging twenty to thirty techniques, Jin Yuxi unleashed the Seven Secret Techniques of the Great Yue Dynasty’s Imperial Family. Her combat strength surged, and with seven consecutive kicks, she forced Chen Lingyu off the stage to claim victory!

As Chen Lingyu and Jin Yuxi’s battle concluded, the second-round matches neared their end as well.

Third round!

As Luo Cheng attentively listened to the match announcements, he finally heard Lin Zhidong’s name. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"Fourth arena: Fierce Cloud Sect’s Sun Chuanwu versus Xuanyuan Sect’s Lin Zhidong!"

As fate would have it, Lin Zhidong’s opponent turned out to be Sun Chuanwu!

Swish!

Hearing his name, Sun Chuanwu stepped forward, appearing on the arena. His sharp eyes locked onto Lin Zhidong, shining with an icy gleam.

"Come and fight!"