Supreme Dragon Martial Soul-Chapter 361 - 37: Stinky Fish, Rotten Shrimp! The Ninth Round!

Chapter 361: Chapter 37: Stinky Fish, Rotten Shrimp! The Ninth Round!

Due to the matches between Xuanyuan Sect disciples and Fierce Cloud Sect disciples, many confrontations ended with direct forfeits, making the competition progress extremely quickly.

Not long after, the third round concluded!

Immediately followed by the fourth round.

The fifth round!

The sixth round!

Three consecutive rounds passed without any intense clashes.

When Fierce Cloud Sect disciples encountered Xuanyuan Sect disciples, most of the time there were direct forfeits.

However, the Xuanyuan Sect disciples were overall a level weaker compared to the Fierce Cloud Sect disciples.

The majority of those who forfeited were Xuanyuan Sect disciples!

This emboldened the Fierce Cloud Sect, letting them relentlessly belittle Xuanyuan Sect!

Chen Lingyu and the others listened, their blood boiling, but they were powerless.

The seventh round!

Once again, a Xuanyuan Sect disciple faced off against a Fierce Cloud Sect disciple!

This time, it was Lu Chen, ranked seventh among Xuanyuan Sect outer disciples, facing Zhao Qian, ranked ninth among Fierce Cloud Sect’s top ten outer disciples!

Shua!

As soon as the words of the Luoxia Sect Elder fell, Zhao Qian had already flashed onto the platform.

His gaze swept towards the direction of Xuanyuan Sect. The tiger-backed bear-waisted Zhao Qian stood with arms crossed, sneering arrogantly:

"Every single one of you doesn’t dare to fight. Are all the Xuanyuan Sect disciples cowardly turtles? Why not just rename your sect to Turtle Yuan Sect?"

As soon as these words left his mouth, laughter erupted all around.

"You!"

Lu Chen stood up, visibly agitated.

Luo Cheng glanced at Zhao Qian and remarked, "This man’s physique is incredibly strong, and his Essence Energy is abundant. He won’t be easy to deal with."

"Hmph, my Wind Dominating Palm has already reached Great Success Realm. Let’s see how many strikes he can endure!"

Lu Chen paid no heed to Luo Cheng’s words, sneering coldly and shouting:

"Stop your arrogance! I’ll fight you!"

Luo Cheng furrowed his brows but chose not to say another word.

Lu Chen was a disciple of Crown Prince Hall. He had already offered his advice out of kindness. If the other party didn’t listen, there was nothing more he could do.

Boom!

As soon as Lu Chen stepped onto the platform, without wasting a single word they started an intense battle!

Lu Chen’s Wind Dominating Palm was indeed extraordinary. His palm strikes blended with the wind, unpredictable and treacherous, attacking Zhao Qian from various bizarre angles!

On the other hand, Zhao Qian, with his tiger-backed bear-waisted physique, simply stood in place, maintaining a thin golden Essence Energy Shield and focusing entirely on defense.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...

The roaring of the palm wind caused the golden Protective Essence Energy around Zhao Qian to ripple violently like water waves.

"Good!"

Seeing Lu Chen suppress Zhao Qian, Chen Lingyu and the others were visibly excited.

Luo Cheng shook his head lightly. "Lu Chen is going to lose."

At those words, Chen Lingyu turned to give him a look of puzzlement. "Why? Isn’t Lu Chen dominating the match right now?"

Luo Cheng replied, "Lu Chen’s Wind Dominating Palm may be graceful and agile, but its power is too dispersed. It won’t be able to break through Zhao Qian’s defenses in a short time. The rhythm of the battle is already being slowly controlled by Zhao Qian."

"If my guess is correct, Zhao Qian is already searching for flaws in Lu Chen’s attacks. The moment Lu Chen’s momentum falters, he’ll deliver a furious counterattack!"

As soon as Luo Cheng’s voice fell, the situation on the field changed dramatically.

"Haha! Had enough? Take my punch!"

After defending passively for so long, Zhao Qian let out a long shout, entirely disregarding the storm of palm wind around him as he locked onto Lu Chen’s position and unleashed a punch he had been charging for ages.

Boom!

The air seemed to explode. A vast wave of palm wind shattered as Lu Chen, caught off guard, was forced into retreat!

"Where do you think you’re going?!"

Zhao Qian took a step forward, closing the distance to Lu Chen, and rained down punches cloaked in faint golden light. Each strike tore through the air, forming layers upon layers of golden fist shadows!

With no way to evade, Lu Chen could only desperately counter with his Wind Dominating Palm.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang...

The air crackled with endless explosions as, in mere moments, the two exchanged dozens of blows!

At that moment, Lu Chen found himself out of strength, unable to muster new power. Against Zhao Qian’s unstoppable momentum, he stood no chance.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Chen’s hands were torn apart, his flesh mangled and blood-drenched, as he cried out in terror, "I! I surrender!"

"Too late!"

Zhao Qian smirked coldly. With one brutal punch, he struck.

"Ah!"

BANG!

With a harrowing scream, Zhao Qian’s punch smashed through Lu Chen’s head, scattering red and white matter everywhere!

The outcome shocked many. Until just moments ago, most had believed the dominant Lu Chen had a better chance at victory, never expecting his head to be obliterated in an instant by Zhao Qian’s punch!

"Haha! What a bunch of worthless trash!"

Zhao Qian picked up Lu Chen’s lifeless body and tossed it in front of the Xuanyuan Sect disciples before leaving with roaring laughter.

"That bastard deserves to die!"

Chen Lingyu and the others gazed in fury, their eyes blazing with rage.

Sun Yingyang directed a sinister look at Chen Xuan and the others, cackling menacingly:

"Another one dead! At this rate, by the end of the Three Sects Martial Arts Competition, there’ll hardly be any of your Xuanyuan Sect’s top ten outer disciples left alive."

Chen Xuan, the Elder from Xuanyuan Sect, wore a grim expression as he commanded, "From now on, without absolute confidence, nobody is allowed to accept a match!"

This was no longer a matter of mere honor.

These disciples were the elite of Xuanyuan Sect’s younger generation!

They represented the future of the sect!

With such casualties continuing, he, as the leader of Xuanyuan Sect’s contingent for the Three Sects Martial Arts Competition, would be unable to answer to the sect upon their return!

The eighth round!

In this round, the opponents Xuanyuan Sect disciples faced from Fierce Cloud Sect were evidently stronger and higher-ranked. Despite their reluctance, they could only admit defeat!

This drew disappointment and head-shaking from the spectators.

Of the Xuanyuan Sect disciples, only Luo Cheng, who was slated to compete in the eleventh round, remained.

Even Xu Bingyi, ranked second among Xuanyuan Sect disciples, had been defeated by Fei Jue’s Three Swords!

This starkly demonstrated how Xuanyuan Sect had no noticeable experts, with the gap between its younger generation and Fierce Cloud Sect being even greater than rumored!

This time, the Three Sects Martial Arts Competition might turn Xuanyuan Sect into the laughing stock!

Elder Wu Shan from the Extreme Dao Sect had already closed his eyes, choosing to rest.

So far, none of the matches had piqued his interest.

The skill level of these participants, when measured against those in Extreme Dao Sect, amounted to nothing more than stronger average outer disciples!

Amid the disappointment and boredom of the crowd, the eighth round ended.

Next up was the ninth round!

"Platform Three, Xuanyuan Sect’s Lin Xiaoyun versus Fierce Cloud Sect’s Huo Xingkong!"

As soon as the Luoxia Sect Elder announced the match, Lin Xiaoyun stood up without expression.

"Xiaoyun, do you have confidence?"

Elder Chen Xuan looked gravely at Lin Xiaoyun.

He couldn’t bear to see any more casualties!

Lin Xiaoyun nodded.

Luo Cheng said, "Be careful."

"Mm."

Lin Xiaoyun answered, then stepped onto the platform without hesitation.

Huh!

Seeing this, the crowd was somewhat surprised. They hadn’t expected Lin Xiaoyun to dare accept the match!

Lin Xiaoyun was ranked fourth among Xuanyuan Sect’s top ten outer disciples!

Huo Xingkong was ranked fourth among Fierce Cloud Sect’s top ten outer disciples!

So far, every Xuanyuan Sect disciple who had faced a Fierce Cloud Sect opponent of equal rank had suffered crushing defeat!

The seventh-ranked Lu Chen had even been brutally killed by Zhao Qian, ranked ninth!

For Lin Xiaoyun to boldly step into the fray—was he seeking his own death?

"Hehe, Brother Huo, someone else has come courting death! Go give him a proper welcome!"

Sun Chuanwu sneered at Lin Xiaoyun on the platform, jesting with the youth beside him.

The youth with furrowed brows was none other than Huo Xingkong. He stood up, glanced at Lin Xiaoyun, and smirked coldly:

"This cripple is nothing! Rest assured, Brother, I’ll kill him within ten moves!"