Chapter 1101: Chapter 683: Blood Mist, Gathering Momentum, My Power Amazes the World!

Meng Chuan opened his eyes and strode back to the Overlord Throne.

He sat down steadily, the murderous aura around him completely restrained.

Commentary booth.

Dong Xin’s body trembled, maintaining a forced calm under immense shock!

Professional ethics!

She pressed her left hand to her heaving chest, endured the tight, dry throat, and slowly began to speak:

"Let’s congratulate Overlord Meng Chuan on successfully defending his title."

Although Dong Xin’s tone wasn’t excited, it completely broke the silent atmosphere of the audience!

In a venue filled with 200,000 people, many gasped in shock, making the Martial Arts Competition Center seem as if it was drawn into a vacuum.

"Brother Chuan, you’re awesome!"

"Like a cow flying on a plane, you’re incredibly awesome!"

"Like a cow on a steamer, steaming awesome!"

Xu Qingfeng and Chu Yanhu jumped up excitedly from their chairs, shouting at the top of their lungs.

For a moment, the calls of ’awesome’ sprang up one after another, changing many people’s discontent with Meng Chuan taking the throne.

It doesn’t matter whether he’s qualified to be Overlord or not.

Just ask, was that punch awesome or not?

However.

The originator of all this remained calm as usual.

After one match, Meng Chuan hadn’t even taken a single deep breath. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

As if he had just gone for an outing, not engaged in a life-and-death battle.

Sitting on the throne, his eyelids drooped slightly, as if in thought.

Something...seemed to merge with him as he defeated Chen Biao.

Blending into his momentum, flowing into his body...

His entire form seemed to fuse with the Obsidian Throne behind him, combining with the shock of that punch.

A heavy aura of incredible pressure surged out like a tide, sweeping towards the competitors facing the Overlord.

Yet the challengers still eyed him fiercely, not intimidated by that one punch!

Chen Biao’s strength was always in the lower third or fourth tier in the semifinals.

Just some tricky secret weapon tactics, nothing more, nothing else worth praising.

The humorous Dart Man met the Devil Muscle Man, who put all his points into physique and strength...

How well would it end if they clashed head-on?

Click, click, click...

Everyone pondered how to counter or avoid such brute force when it was their turn to challenge...

Meanwhile, the only bald head among the crowd, the large monk Liao Chen, hesitated in expression.

To be honest, he was starting to regret...

Meng Chuan’s punch stirred some unpleasant memories deep in his heart...

"Just hope I don’t get picked against Buddha, let others go first, wear him out!

No rush, no rush, Amitabha..."

After a brief silence, Wang Yang on the commentary booth remembered to explain the scene that had just unfolded:

"Meng Chuan’s strength and defense are very strong, definitely top-notch among the Three Limits, with remarkable perception as well.

Competitor Chen Biao was careless, and an assassin being close to a shield warrior, getting instant-killed is to be expected.

...

Li Wenshu also had some interest in commenting, and he chimed in:

"Meng Chuan’s Qi Blood is much higher than Chen Biao’s, and his control over the Five Elements far surpasses the Three Limits standard. I’m slowly starting to think that perhaps he is deservedly sitting in that position."

Li Wenshu’s words suddenly shocked the audience watching the live broadcast.

Did the Gun God have such a high opinion of Meng Chuan?

The competitor seats.

Everyone was on full alert, no longer daring to underestimate him.

Internally, they repeatedly reminded themselves never to make Chen Biao’s mistakes.

Where’s Chen Biao?

At the moment, he was crouched in an unremarked corner, holding his head to relieve the pain.

Occasionally glancing at Meng Chuan seated back on the throne, Chen Biao’s eyes were filled with fear!

The shadow of death lingered in his mind, a swirling blood mist churning in a tornado...

The red light dimmed, then turned green.

His competitor ID was stuck in an unchangeable ’passage’ state.

The mechanical female voice broadcast reminded him to proceed to the preparation area for eliminated contestants.

But seeing Chen Biao’s unwell condition, the staff, worried, went to support him to the medical room.

For the past few days, there has been an extremely rare Medical Martial Arts Grandmaster on duty at the Waterdrop Martial Arts Competition Center, to help participants recover from severe mental injuries.

With the aid of spiritual healing elixirs, they quickly resumed fighting condition, minimizing the impact on subsequent matches.

Chen Biao walked dejectedly, and when he reached the competitor seats, someone quietly grabbed his arm, making eye gestures towards the figure on the high platform:

"Hey, Chen Biao, is Meng Chuan really that strong?"

Chen Biao forced a slight smile:

"No...I was careless, didn’t dodge, stay alert and be careful.

He...he’s just a brute, everyone has a great chance..."

In the medical room, a Shaolin Medicine Buddha lineage Grandmaster in a white coat sat silently.

At the sound of knocking, upon seeing Chen Biao, his expression immediately turned grave.

Seeing his gaze, Chen Biao instantly grew nervous.

"Amitabha—my patron, has your sea of consciousness experienced a level nine earthquake?

It’ll be hard to calm down in a year or half, what a sin..."

...

On the Obsidian Throne, Meng Chuan nodded slightly, signaling to continue.

The Overlord had a certain amount of time to rest and recover, but he didn’t need it.

The ethereal mechanical female voice rang again, starting to draw the next challenger from the competitor seats.

This time, the challengers with red glowing lights weren’t as eager as before...

Meng Chuan displayed some of his strength, and everyone understood that his Overlord status wasn’t entirely ’based on connections’.

Those who went up first to challenge him would likely become cannon fodder, stepping stones.

They were all hoping someone else would go first, to figure out Meng Chuan’s tactics, and further exhaust his energy and stamina.

When his condition declined, it would be their turn to take the stage and deliver a fatal blow!