Half a month later, outside the largest stadium of the Star Alliance, the crowd was swelling.
The grand finals of the world’s premier Martial Arts competition would be held here.
This ti, a super dark horse who had just beco an official Martial Artist swept through all directions after advancing from the group stage, defeating gods and Buddhas alike on his way and steadily advancing until the finals.
Even in the Martial Arts circles, rumors had spread that this man had blazed a completely new trail.
The dazzling three-foot True Qi shown in the match videos was the best evidence!
Thus, today Hua Wu’s fa had skyrocketed like a rocket, hot on the heels of the strongest Martial Artist, Tang Long, boosting his betting odds significantly.
Those gamblers who had bet on the outer rings and lost disastrously were all red-eyed, wanting to win big one last ti.
The only happy ones were the big casinos.
Perhaps the gamblers had their wins and losses, but the casinos were guaranteed not to lose!
"Finally, it’s ti."
Zhong Shenxiu rode in a luxurious bulletproof car, surrounded by a dozen bodyguards, as he arrived at the venue.
For him, winning all the way here was simple; the most important thing was to guard against his opponents’ underhanded tricks.
By now, the Tang Long faction had no good strategies left.
After all, the inner circle also had significant energy, and once integrated, it wasn’t easy for just anyone to bully.
Moreover, even if the opponent had overwhelming control within the Martial Artist Association, the Tang Long faction still had quite a few adversaries within the Star Alliance.
Toying with minor sches was one thing, but trying to completely overturn the inner circle in one fell swoop by employing the necessary energy and destructive power would definitely be overstepping bounds, becoming the biggest instigator of instability and inviting unanimous opposition.
’In fact... even if I win and beco the strongest Martial Artist, it would only disgrace Tang Long... The strength of the Tang Long faction is deeply ingrained in the Martial Artist Association, and it definitely cannot be hurt in the short term... Even the position of honorary president, he could hold, but even if I beat him, I’m not qualified, The only benefit would be fulfilling Hua Wu’s obsession and barely saving face.’
’So, to seek revenge, extraordinary asures must be taken.’
Zhong Shenxiu glanced at the Heavenly Show System:
[Na: Hua Wu (Zhong Shenxiu)]
[White Bone Magic Power: Refining Evil Triple]
[Innate Cultivation Technique: White Bone Armor (Third Level), Three Yin Bone Searching Claw (Third Level), White Bone Yaksha Soul Ergence thod (Third Level)]
[Mirage Transformation: Third Level]
[Heavenly Show Points: 27 (93%)]
[Door of Ten Thousand: To be opened]
...
Even during the competition, he had marshaled the Martial Artists in the inner circle to find him a special Evil Qi, cultivating the White Bone Yaksha Visualization Technique.
Besides, he had used the Heavenly Show Points to enhance the Mirage Transformation to the Third Level.
This Mirage Transformation was essentially an Illusion Technique, derived from the concept of a mirage, versatile and extrely difficult for mortals to see through, and even at its peak, it had the essence of cultivating reality through falsehood.
"Such boring affairs, this will be the last ti. Uncle Niu and the others will definitely watch the finals live..."
Zhong Shenxiu, surrounded by Martial Artists like Yang Kaisan and Xue Daoren, entered the competition venue.
From the opposite side, an even larger group of people walked in, drawing cheers from the entire venue and a constant burst of cara flashes.
Leading them was a very young-looking man, whose face Zhong Shenxiu had seen nurous tis in the dia, none other than the strongest Martial Artist, Tang Long!
On him, that overwhelming aura of being the best Martial Artist in the world, even when faced directly by the likes of Yang Kaisan, was sowhat suffocating.
At Tang Long’s side were core mbers of his faction like Tang Minggao, their looks unfriendly, eyeing Hua Wu.
"A-Long, you must win this ti."
Tang Minggao gritted his teeth, "And I’m already prepared for what cos after the competition; nobody pays attention to a runner-up, once the craze dies down, we can do a lot of things."
His private team had analyzed Innate True Qi many tis.
The conclusion drawn was that even though it wouldn’t surpass Qi-Blood, it held high value in other aspects.
Such power could only be controlled by the Martial Artist Association, ideally by the Tang Family!
If it weren’t for the global attention on the event during the competition period, powers or organizations might have already made a move against Zhong Shenxiu.
In reality, even if Zhong Shenxiu had won, becoming the world champion, the strongest Martial Artist,
Facing such turbulent undercurrents, it would still be extrely dangerous.
The experience Niu Dingtian went through was considered mild.
"Rest assured, I will definitely win!"
Tang Long’s eyes blazed with fervor, embodying the spirit of a supre Martial Artist.
Seeing that young man, he felt as if he was seeing Niu Dingtian from the past.
A trace of murderous intent slowly gathered within him.
...
"I sense the aroma of a storm..."
Zhong Shenxiu, feeling the lively atmosphere of the arena and looking back at Yang Kaisan and the others, suddenly smiled, "I know you’ve all been under a lot of pressure lately... but rest assured, after the finals, everything will get better and... I will also pass the Innate thod onto you."
The Innate thod was actually very rare.
The most crucial aspect was the initial step of ditation, such as the Spirit Turtle Breathing Skill’s Spirit Turtle Diagram; without that diagram, even if one acquired the Cultivation Technique, they couldn’t grasp its true aning and wouldn’t be able to cultivate True Qi.
He was indeed curious to see what changes would occur after these Martial Artists grasped True Qi.
"The revolution that will overturn the Martial Arts World is too impactful, even we are sowhat restless."
Yang Kaisan sighed, inwardly admiring how Hua Wu remained calm and composed, wondering if he was simply thick-skinned or utterly nerveless?
"Contestants, please co to the stage."
By then, the final had already started.
Zhong Shenxiu took off his cloak, casually handed it to Xue Daoren, and walked towards the ring.
Click! Click!
One spotlight after another switched on, illuminating the ring.
Zhong Shenxiu and Tang Long each entered the arena and exchanged cold stares.
During the opening introductions by the referee and the master of ceremonies, Tang Long’s lips twisted into a grin, "Are you here to avenge Niu Dingtian? After enduring countless hardships and finally standing here... comndable, but I will kill you!"
"Despite having watched every one of your match videos, while True Qi is a decent path, its explosive power is still no match for Qi-Blood... I have seen right through you."
His declaration was delivered with confidence.
Zhong Shenxiu gazed at Tang Long, his eyes filled with a hint of pity, "I couldn’t be bothered to watch even one of your matches..."
...
"It’s starting, Xiao Niu, bless Hua Wu."
Niu Wu actually didn’t watch the livestream; he went directly to the arena!
Even he, who owned a gym, had to splurge heavily on tickets for such a finale, but Uncle Niu still proceeded to do so.
He wanted to witness Hua Wu avenging Xiao Niu with his own eyes!
Not far to his left, Luo Xiaoqing was conducting a livestream, her voice coquettish, "Wuuu wuuu... guys, I really splurged to broadcast live here, please donate, send rockets..."
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