"Insolent fool!"
"Is he challenging the entire Ancient Martial Arts World?"
"Defeated a re Ding Family and now he's so arrogant?"
Zhang nglong's attitude suddenly infuriated many elders of the Ancient Martial Arts World; when they were dominating the Ancient Martial Arts World, Zhang nglong's father was probably still drinking milk. Since when did it beco the ti for a junior to make such audacious statents?
"No matter!" Although several of the most prestigious Ancient Martial Artists also felt dissatisfied, they controlled their emotions, "The battle for the Sects' and families' positions is about to begin. With him being so arrogant now, if he doesn't compete for one of the nine seats later, it would be laughable indeed!"
"Exactly, as long as he dares to sit in one of those seats, soone will definitely throw him down fiercely. Let's see how he resolves it then!"
...
"So, today's battle for the nine seats of the Ancient Martial Association and the talent ranking battle will begin concurrently. I believe that everyone here must be very familiar with the rules by now. The forces of the martial artists who obtain the nine seats will beco mbers of the Ancient Martial Association's council for the next year. I don't think I need to elaborate any further on the importance of this battle, do I?"
"Begin!" At last, the old monsters who had been silent from the start, ditating with their eyes closed, finally spoke.
"Alright, those who feel they are qualified to occupy these nine chairs, please take your seats first!" declared a grandmaster from the Ancient Martial Association. Then he quietly moved to the side. The stage was now his.
The scene imdiately fell into silence; no one dared to act rashly unless they were Ancient Martial Artists with extre strength, for anyone else stepping up would surely face a barrage of challenges.
"Hmph, since no one else is stepping up, then I will not be polite." The old patriarch of the Long Family stood up first, walking directly to where the chairs were situated. After a mont's hesitation, he sat down on the chair marked with the number "5".
"Long Zun, Clan Leader of the Long Family, Level Five of the Mythical Realm, an old monster who lived for 145 years!" Zhang nglong couldn't help but click his tongue, indeed practicing ancient martial arts could extend one's life. If one ignored Long Zun's silver hair, with his ruddy complexion and firm skin, he looked rely like a man in his fifties.
"Old Dragon, you actually dare to sit directly in the fifth chair this ti, it seems your Dragon Fla Burst has improved again!" Another elder stood up chuckling. Without any hesitation, he directly took the sixth chair.
"Wang Baijin, Level Five of the Mythical Realm, 137 years old!" Zhang nglong could clearly see each of their profiles.
In fact, the Potential Indexes of these two old monsters had also reached above 10 points, but it was a pity that they were too old, as Super God Academy required that the maximum age must not exceed 28 years.
"It seems you two have so self-awareness!" yet another elder stood up, emitting an intense low atmospheric pressure. Zhang nglong noticed that deep within his pupils, there was a faint flicker of electric arc.
"President, this is the Clan Leader of the Gu family. It's said that he has reached Level Six of the Mythical Realm. The Gu family naturally possesses a very special constitution. The Inner Strength they cultivate carries a trace of lightning's destructive power, which, during a clash of Inner Strength, can even paralyze the opponent's entire body."
"Level Seven of the Mythical Realm, Gu Wuzhi, 163 years old, Potential Index 16!" This was the highest Potential Index person Zhang nglong had seen so far! And this Gu Wuzhi's strength was Level Seven of the Mythical Realm, he was clearly hiding his true power!
Zhang nglong turned his gaze to the young mbers of the Gu family who were participating in the ranking battles. Among them, there were actually two whose Potential Index had reached the standard of 10!
Zhang nglong's mood suddenly beca much more excited; this Gu family was simply a godsend for him!
Without saying a word, Gu Wuzhi directly seated himself in the chair marked with the number "three".
"By the way, Sect Leader Zhang, this is Ritian Sect's first public appearance. I've heard that Sect Leader Zhang's divine powers are unparalleled, and with a single move, he disabled several Mythical Realm experts of the Ding Family. You surely won't just stand by and watch in this competition for seats, will you?" asked a sect leader in a sowhat sarcastic tone.
"Indeed, Sect Leader Zhang, I heard you plan to take a few students this ti; this is a great opportunity!"
"You wouldn't be too scared to step up, would you?"
...
"Very well, since you all are so enthusiastic, it would be quite impolite of
not to step up."
Zhang nglong stood up and headed directly toward the nine seats.
"Which seat will he go for?"
"I think his strength, at most, is only good for the ninth seat, maybe he'll even be challenged and lose it!"
"Hahaha, let him be so arrogant, this ti we must give him a taste of hardship!"
"Wait, he's still moving forward, does he have an interest in the top five?"
"The top five are only for Martial Artists in the Mythical Realm Level Five and above to vie for, does he think he has that strength?"
"He's moved up to the third seat!"
"The second seat!"
"Could it be that he..."
In the midst of the Martial Artists' astonished gazes, Zhang nglong walked straight up to the first chair and sat down, then took out a handful of sunflower seeds from his pocket and began cracking them open as if he were watching a lively show.
"Zhang nglong, you've got so nerve, is that a seat you can just sit in as you please?"
"Do you even understand the rules? Is that seat sothing you can just touch? Get down from there right now!"
The Martial Artists one by one beca extrely agitated as if a switch had been triggered inside them.
"Is this C seat not allowed to be taken?" Zhang nglong said, sowhat depressed. "Just because you guys don't dare to sit doesn't an I can't, right?"
"Zhang nglong, do you know who that number one seat belongs to?"
"Whose?"
"That's the Martial God's seat!" finally soone blurted it out.
Martial God might have established the Ancient Martial Association alright, but he also runs a massive family, and Martial God's strength is acknowledged by the entire Ancient Martial Arts World, with no one daring to challenge his authority.
Anyway, whether there are challenges or not, the final first place will definitely belong to Martial God, so why should they even fight over this seat?
Therefore, there has always been an unwritten rule in the Ancient Martial Arts World: anyone can participate in the seat challenge, no matter how you fight or wrestle, but the first seat must be left empty as a sign of respect for Martial God.
The second place in this seat challenge is the honor Martial Artists dream of competing for!
To date, this tradition has been maintained for twenty years!
"Martial God? So what about Martial God? Did he buy this seat?" The Sect Leader countered. "This C seat is mine, and if that Martial God is not convinced, he's welco to co and challenge
one-on-one!"
"What a bold claim!"
"I can't stand for this!" a Mythical Realm Level Four Martial Artist stepped forward, "Are you going to step down yourself, or shall I throw you off?"
"Count you in!" Zhang nglong shouted. "Is there anyone else who objects? Speak now or forever hold your peace! If there's anyone else..."
"I object too!" Another Mythical Realm expert stood up.
"Good, you're in too. Anyone else?" Zhang nglong called out.
" as well!"
One after another, the Mythical Realm experts stood up to defend the dignity of Martial God, and amazingly, a full 12 Mythical Realm Martial Artists ca up to challenge Zhang nglong!
"Great," Zhang nglong laughed. "Taking you on one by one is too troubleso. So let's do it this way, everyone who objects to
sitting in this C seat, join in at once, the more the rrier!"
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