My Brother's the Protagonist? Good Thing I Awakened My System! Chapter 201 Dragon and Phoenix Competition - Fifth Round Beg

The fourth round ended amidst excitent and anticipation.

By now, it was clear that if one had to na a dominant party in the Competition, it would undoubtedly be the Feng Clan, with six participants advancing to the fifth round.

Of course, this count included Feng i, who was representing the Icy Veil Sect. But that didn't change the fact that she hailed from the Feng Clan.

Next was the Mystic Fla Sect, with three participants, including Yuan Ziyan and Ling iyu.

The fifth round would determine the Top 10 and showcase the strongest of their generation.

anwhile, rchants were still setting up betting shops with the remaining participants.

However, compared to before the Competition began, the odds had shifted significantly.

For instance, betting on Feng Yun now offered a 1:1 reward ratio. This decrease was not only due to the reduced number of participants but also because of Feng Yun's soaring reputation.

By the fifth round, only 16 participants remained, all in the Grand Qi Condensation Realm.

Ling iyu was still regarded as the strongest, holding the coveted number-one spot on the Dragon and Phoenix List.

Gao Mingrui followed as second, with Yuan Ziyan, Feng Yun, and Feng i completing the top five.

Nevertheless, every sect and clan with participants in this round felt imnse pride.

One such clan was the Shen Clan!

Although Shen Rui had been easily defeated by Feng i, the Shen Clan still had Shen Ming.

The Shen Clan believed Shen Ming could easily secure a spot in the Top 5. They felt his ninth-place ranking on the Dragon and Phoenix List underestimated his abilities.

Fueled by this belief, the Shen Clan was eager to prove the rankings wrong—and to take revenge on the Feng Clan for humiliating Shen Rui.

Fortunately for them, they wouldn't have to wait long.

The first match of the fifth round was between Shen Ming and Feng Jianhong.

The announcent drew a mix of cheers and murmurs from the crowd. The Shen Clan erupted in applause, their excitent palpable.

"Ming'er crush that Feng brat!" An elder declared, his voice dripping with disdain.

"He's not even Feng i or Feng Yun," another sneered. "This will be over in seconds!"

Shen Rui approached her older brother, her expression filled with bitterness and hatred. She had not forgotten her humiliating defeat at the hands of Feng i in the earlier rounds.

"Brother," Shen Rui said, her voice low but venomous, "don't just finish the fight quickly—humiliate him. Show the Feng Clan they are nothing compared to us. Make them regret it!"

Shen Ming smirked, his sharp features twisting into a look of arrogance.

"You don't need to tell twice, little sister. That fool isn't even worth my ti, but for you, I'll tornt him a bit!"

He turned his gaze to the arena, narrowing his eyes as Feng Jianhong stepped onto the stage.

( So this is my opponent? ) Shen Ming thought, his lips curling into a sneer. ( How unlucky. It would have been better if it were Feng i or Feng Yun. I would have crushed those overrated geniuses and shown them what a real prodigy looks like! )

Shen Ming's ninth-place ranking on the Dragon and Phoenix List felt like an insult. He considered himself far superior to soone like Feng Jianhong, who barely made the list.

It is ironic that the sa list Shen Ming scoffed at when it ranked him ninth suddenly seed accurate when it placed Feng Jianhong at the bottom.

The Shen Clan elders shouted words of encouragent as Shen Ming entered the arena.

"Show them what the Shen Clan is capable of!"

"Don't hold back, Shen Ming. Crush him!"

Feng Jianhong stood calmly on the other side of the arena, his expression unreadable.

"Don't disappoint and get knocked out in a second!" Shen Ming taunted arrogantly.

Despite the Shen Clan's taunts, Feng Jianhong exuded quiet confidence.

Although his cultivation was at the Early Grand Qi Condensation Realm, while Shen Ming was in the Mid-Level, Feng Jianhong believed in his victory.

From his perspective, it was already a miracle that he had made it this far.

Three years ago, he couldn't have imagined being an audience mber, much less a participant who made it to the Top 16 of the Dragon and Phoenix List.

But now was not the ti to be satisfied. It was ti to show the results of his training and prove that the Feng Clan was not to be underestimated.

The referee raised his hand, signaling the start of the match.

"Begin!"

Shen Ming wasted no ti, unleashing a powerful wave of qi that surged toward Feng Jianhong like a tidal wave.

"This is the strength of the Shen Clan!" Shen Ming declared, his voice echoing across the arena.

CLANK! CLANK!

Feng Jianhong stood his ground, his sword flashing as he parried each of Shen Ming's attacks with precision.

The sound of tal clashing reverberated across the arena, and not a single strike managed to reach him.

"Hmph! I'd like to see how much longer you can last."

Shen Ming snarled, his eyes flashing with fury as his relentless strikes were t with effortless deflections.

The Shen Clan cheered loudly, their confidence in Shen Ming unwavering.

"Shen Ming is just toying with him!"

"Feng Jianhong won't last long at this rate!"

However, despite their confidence, it was Shen Ming who grew increasingly frustrated.

CLANG! CLANG!

Their weapons clashed again, and sparks flew as the sheer force of their strikes sent ripples of qi through the arena.

"You're not bad," Shen Ming admitted begrudgingly, his tone laced with irritation and condescension.

"But let's see how you handle this!"

With a flourish, Shen Ming stored his weapon back into his spatial ring.

The crowd watched in confusion as Shen Ming pulled out a gleaming sword radiating an oppressive aura.

The blade Shen Ming revealed was exquisite and emitted a powerful aura.

The mont it appeared, the temperature in the arena seed to drop, and the crowd erupted in gasps.

"A Low Earth-Grade weapon!"

"That's a treasure only clan leaders or grand elders possess!"

"How did Shen Ming get his hands on sothing so rare? Do Shen Clan temporarily lend it to Shen Ming?"

The Shen Clan elders smirked, their pride evident.

"That's right! Our Shen Clan spares no effort in nurturing its geniuses!"

"With this sword, Shen Ming's victory is assured!"

Shen Ming's confidence soared as he tightened his grip on the sword. The weapon's aura rged with his own, amplifying his already formidable strength.

"Feng Jianhong," Shen Ming said, his voice dripping with arrogance, "you should feel honored. I rarely have to use this sword, but you've earned the privilege of being defeated by it."

Without waiting for a response, Shen Ming surged forward, his sword cutting through the air with a nacing hum. The blade's energy left a trail of destruction in its wake, and the crowd held their breath, certain that Feng Jianhong was finished.

But just as Shen Ming's attack was about to land, Feng Jianhong moved.

CLANG!

The two swords collided, sending a shockwave rippling through the arena. Shen Ming smirked, certain his Low Earth-grade weapon had overpowered whatever inferior blade Feng Jianhong was using.

But then he noticed sothing strange.

The force of the clash didn't send Feng Jianhong stumbling back. Instead, it was evenly matched or a bit on the losing side.

The crowd murmured in confusion, and then soone shouted, "Wait! Look at his sword!"

All eyes turned to Feng Jianhong's weapon, and gasps echoed across the arena.

"That's… that's a High Earth-Grade weapon!"

"How is that possible? High Earth-grade weapons are so rare that even the top clans and sects might not possess one!"

"Where did Feng Jianhong get such a treasure?"

"How can these two brats possess weapons that even I, Three Elents Divine Realm cultivator couldn't?"

Even Shen Ming was montarily stunned, his confidence wavering.

Feng Jianhong's expression remained calm as he held the High Earth-Grade sword with ease.

"Did you think only the Shen Clan had good artifacts?" Feng Jianhong asked, his voice steady.

Unbeknownst to the crowd, Feng Jianhong was unaware of the commotion caused by his weapon. To him, it was just another tool. Like most Feng Clan mbers, they had such weapons and had little understanding of their rarity.

Shen Ming gritted his teeth, his grip tightening on his own sword.

"This changes nothing!" He roared, launching another attack with even greater ferocity.

The clash of their weapons sent sparks flying once more, and the crowd watched in awe as the two combatants fought on equal footing.

However, while Shen Ming had the upper hand in cultivation, his Low Earth-Grade weapon was no match for Feng Jianhong's High Earth-Grade sword. The difference in their artifacts beca increasingly evident as the battle progressed.

Shen Ming's strikes began to falter, his movents growing less fluid as the strain of the fight took its toll.

Feng Jianhong, on the other hand, seed to grow stronger with each exchange. His calm deanor never wavered, and his swordsmanship was precise and unrelenting.

Finally, Feng Jianhong decided to end the fight.

He activated the Heavenly Emperor's Sword Technique and his attack power increased several folds.

The air around him shifted, and a golden light enveloped his blade. The sheer pressure of the technique forced Shen Ming to take a step back, his confidence giving way to fear.

Feng Jianhong raised his sword, and with a single, fluid motion, he unleashed a devastating slash.

The attack tore through Shen Ming's defenses, sending him flying across the arena. His Low Earth-grade weapon clattered to the ground, its aura dimd.

The arena fell silent as Shen Ming lay sprawled on the ground, defeated.

The referee raised his hand, his voice ringing out.

"Winner: Feng Jianhong!"