Su Chen... Wu Chenpei furrowed his brows slightly.
Tang Chen released his grip on the inquisitor, allowing the excitedly brimming man to scamper off. He mused, "That is indeed the core seed. That day when Pu Zhenghong used soone as a at shield, it was exactly him."
Wu Chenpei naturally knew exactly who Su Chen was. They originally possessed scouts deeply embedded within Yingfeng City anyway. Although they couldn't infiltrate the high-ranking echelons of the Adjudication Court, purchasing sowhat less confidential intelligence records was still entirely feasible.
All four major cities mutually engaged in this practice against one another, and their respective upper managent universally turned a blind eye to it.
"Discovered in a lower-tier city. Manifests an Ink Jade talent in the ntal aspect, and a Red Gold talent in the physical aspect. Suspected to have inaugurated dual top-tier classes at the 3rd tier. Information regarding his preceding classes is absolutely untraceable..."
Wu Chenpei watched the profoundly excited inquisitors surging back toward them one after another, his tone perfectly placid:
"Following his entry into the Adjudication Court, his only officially docunted battle is against that recently deceased core seed, Chu Xuan. Explicitly utilizing his top-tier ntal-type class as an overwhelming advantage, he struck the other party down completely unawares."
"Mm." Tang Chen nodded in agreent, deep in thought. "He truly is the sole person worthy of our attention. However, regardless of the fact that he possesses dual top-tier classes at the 3rd-tier, he originally hails from a far-off lower-tier city. It's highly probable that his 1st and 2nd-tier classes frankly aren't very impressive whatsoever."
"The genuinely bizarre point is how unbelievably fast his class advancent speed is. It's almost as if he isn't even required to fulfill proper class requirents. He's actually four or five entire years younger than Hong Xuan."
"Chong Jingtian genuinely seems to believe he possesses the capacity to confront Hong Xuan." Wu Chenpei's gaze pierced cleanly through the dense, surging layers of inquisitors, eventually locking onto the young man striding toward the Challenge Hall.
"Haha..." Tang Chen snickered, shaking his head. "Even if this Su Chen actually does possess top-tier classes for both his 1st and 2nd tiers across dual paths, it would still fundantally be virtually impossible for him to defeat Hong Xuan."
"With this brat plowing through his advancents at such a breakneck pace, how could he possibly have the sheer ti and excess energy required to invest into cultivating special auxiliary classes?"
When analyzing a professional's comprehensive strength composition, their primary classes functioned as the absolute core foundation, while special classes acted as vital auxiliary support. Whether fundantally developing their primary classes or successfully initiating special classes, both intrinsically demanded an imnse toll of ti and energy.
Su Chen's young age was blaringly obvious right here in plain sight, and coupled with the fact that he was rely dug out from a lowly lower-tier city, a great many implications were already entirely self-evident.
"Furthermore..." As he spoke, Tang Chen abruptly clamped his mouth shut, a highly awkward expression surfacing on his face.
"Speak cautiously, and act prudently." Wu Chenpei retracted his warning glare and lifted his head to glance at the empty mid-air above. "Chong Jingtian is truly anxious. The bet was barely just established, yet he practically couldn't wait a single second to drag him here."
"Chong Jingtian personally sought him out?" Tang Chen was surprised, but quickly reasoned, "That makes sense. Since he's the solitary seedling they have left anyway, he'd be forced into fighting a match sooner or later."
Wu Chenpei nodded, turning around and heading right back towards the venue. "Since that is the case, let us properly collect the 'Saint' class before we leave."
Tang Chen followed closely behind.
...
"Among all of us, the only one basically left capable of actually fighting is Su Chen." Liang Jingcheng let out a sigh, idly waiting for the throngs below to funnel out first. Since they were completely situated in the highest seating area, they could naturally only leave last.
"Isn't Brother Wei still here?" Feng Ze suddenly piped up, before forcefully slapping his own thigh. "Oh my, I sincerely apologize, I completely forgot. Brother Wei is already a 5th-tier professional."
"It's a crying sha. Otherwise, with Brother Wei's imnse strength, he undoubtedly could have ascended the arena stage, cleanly defeated Hong Xuan, and proudly reclaid glory for our Adjudication Court."
Minor frictions had persistently existed among these core seeds to varying degrees. Factoring in that Wei Yufan had held the 'core seed' title the longest, their conflicts with him were correspondingly the most nurous.
Of course, a certain portion of their current disdain stemd squarely from Wei Yufan spinelessly forcing a premature advancent to the 5th tier strictly so he wouldn't suffer an embarrassing defeat at Su Chen's hands.
In all fairness, it genuinely was a highly pragmatic thod.
The critical flaw in his brilliant plan, however, was that after completely crushing Chu Xuan, Su Chen literally hadn't bothered challenging a single other person. He simply spent his entire days cooped up inside his room, grinding his class developnt progress forward.
Consequently, Wei Yufan, who had basically waged an intense, paranoia-fueled battle of wits strictly against empty air, naturally transford into a massive laughingstock.
"Brother Wei specifically stated previously that people from Yuandu don't really care about fighting within the exact sa tier," Zhong Ming remarked tepidly.
Wei Yufan's face grew pitch black. The way he glared aggressively at Hong Xuan on the arena stage undeniably carried a potent tinge of furious resentnt.
What the hell is actually wrong with these people from Yuandu? Coming all the way here to squat on a challenge arena?
Yeah, sure, you can successfully prove you're the absolute strongest within your own specific tier. Who literally cares?
I am a full tier higher than you; given the chance, I can still casually slaughter you.
He opted not to vocally rebut anyone. The fundantal root cause inviting this blatant tidal wave of mockery and ridicule was simply that his personal foundation of authority had long since heavily crumbled.
Seeing him forcibly swallowing his words, the others also refrained from pressing the issue too aggressively. Even a starved cal is still fundantally larger than a horse; if this guy maliciously lunged out to take a vicious bite out of nowhere, none of them would be able to easily stomach the consequences either.
However, before long, the innurable inquisitors who had originally been continuously filtering out suddenly wildly flooded right back in, bringing massive waves of clamorous uproar with them as more and more forcefully squeezed their way back inside.
"Why are they suddenly rushing back in?" Feng Ze stared blankly at the multiple sprawling entrances, highly surprised.
Zhong Ming observed carefully, rapidly noticing that sothing was remarkably off: "They actually seem to all have profusely excited expressions on their faces?"
When they were leaving a mont ago, all of them had comprehensively looked as thoroughly depressed as if their own parents had died.
"Su Chen," Liang Jingcheng suddenly said out loud. He had accurately read the na purely from the lip movents of several people directly below.
"Su Chen is here? Is he really going to fight? Today?" Feng Ze rattled off several exceedingly frantic questions in rapid succession, his absolutely unblinking gaze firmly glued to the entrance.
Sure enough, the inquisitors near the entrance consciously parted to form a path. The person slowly stepping inside was indeed Su Chen.
"It really is him." The underlying aning in Zhong Ming's voice was difficult to discern. "He stays cooped up in his residence all day and never shows his face, yet his prestige here is genuinely high."
Feng Ze's eyes shifted, harboring a few hints of teasing sarcasm. "Brother Wei, do you think Su Chen can win?"
Wei Yufan cast an entirely expressionless glance at him. The freezing chill in his eyes gave Feng Ze a violent jolt, prompting him to unnaturally avert his gaze.
What kind of stray cats and dogs dared to casually provoke him now?
"So you guys haven't left yet." Ming Lin squeezed his way up from the side and plopped down, speaking with imnse anticipation. "Perfect. Let's watch the show together."
"Did you go look for him?" Zhong Ming was surprised. "He was actually willing to co out."
Su Chen's reclusive habits were famous throughout the entire Adjudication Court. Unless specifically summoned by a Chief Inquisitor, he was practically never seen in any public spaces.
Yet the current situation was completely different. Su Chen was the only one left. All the pressure was squarely on him. If he won, it would be fine; if he didn't, the ensuing backlash would be extrely severe.
"I don't hold that kind of face." Ming Lin smiled bitterly and shook his head. "It was the Chief who told him to co."
"The Chief?" Wei Yufan instantly shot a look over, and the expressions of the others also beca quite subtle.
Feng Ze said sullenly, "It seems the Chief truly places incredibly high hopes on him."
Ming Lin was helpless. The rest of them had all already fought and lost. Su Chen was the only one left. If the Chief didn't place high hopes on him, who else would he place it on? It certainly wouldn't be Wei Yufan.
"Can he successfully claw back our pride?" Zhong Ming asked.
However, this question was t with a bizarre, pervasive silence.
The inner thoughts of the others were sowhat complicated. They hoped Su Chen would win, yet simultaneously kind of hoped he wouldn't.
To say they didn't hope he'd win wasn't entirely correct either, as they did to so extent.
But they had all directly faced Hong Xuan's imnse power.
Heh... Wei Yufan sneered inwardly. Seeing everyone fall silent at this question strangely made him feel significantly more comfortable.
"So he's Su Chen."
On the other side, An Ming looked down at Su Chen, who had already walked up to the edge of the arena stage. "The Adjudication Court's very last core seed. Defeat him, and this will finally conclude."
"He seems to hold imnse prestige. Those inquisitors down there are all acting incredibly excited." A person beside him remarked. "I've also heard this guy is imnsely formidable."
An Ming spoke tepidly, "Since he's already the Adjudication Court's sole remaining core seed, they will naturally pin all their final hopes on him."
Speaking up to this point, he shook his head. "I actually hope he manages to win..."
The few people next to him exchanged glances. Knowing An Ming's deep-seated enmity with Hong Xuan, they helplessly shook their heads.
Swarms of continuous noise heavily perated the surroundings, but Su Chen turned a deaf ear to it all, having already arrived squarely at the edge of the arena stage.
He had thoroughly assessed Hong Xuan's situation. In regards to primary classes, the two of them were virtually perfectly equal—both possessed dual classes, and both consisted of top-tier classes.
As for their 1st and 2nd-tier classes, they were likely largely comparable, all being top-tier. Perhaps they had different specific specializations, but the fundantal strength paraters were undeniably similar.
However, for every tier he advanced, pushing his breathing/ditation techniques and body tempering thods to the Master Level invariably awakened new abilities. This was a unique advantage that others absolutely couldn't acquire, consistently providing him with a definitive scaling boost.
Accumulated over ti, this overall enhancent had already reached an imnsely formidable level.
"Solely basing it off of this, if we fought directly head-on, I might firmly hold a certain advantage, but it might not translate to a definitive victory," Su Chen pondered inwardly.
However, there were also special classes to consider. Although the other party was physically older than him, his primary class tier was also higher, unequivocally aning vast amounts of his ti and energy had been thoroughly consud there.
Cultivating special classes with genuine strength—like the Armored Bone Adept—required at minimum a 2nd-tier professional as a starting point, and similarly demanded two to three full years of exhaustive preparation to formally initiate.
During that preparation period, a person's primary class had the potential to jump an entire tier.
Furthermore, attempting to systematically hunt down and assemble complentary special class synergies basically uniformly required tifras asured in decades.
His Glutton—Origin Reverser system was comprehensively sufficient to multiply his base combat prowess by more than double.
"Regardless, fighting him to a solid draw definitely won't be an issue," Su Chen muttered secretly.
The staff mbers were currently patting him down, thoroughly inspecting his body to rigorously ensure he wasn't carrying any external weapons.
Naturally, the Purple Gold Scale Armor that had cleanly fused into his skin was utterly impossible to detect. Since that fundantally acted as his intrinsic class ability, it naturally wouldn't be prohibited from use anyway.
While lost in thought, the sheer volu of chaotic noise ringing in his ears abruptly spiked an entire decibel level. Only then did Su Chen realize that Hong Xuan had completely finished his preparations, smoothly transitioning from his cross-legged seated posture floating in the void to a firmly planted, standing stance.
"In the past, this guy would only crack his eyes open essentially after his opponent actually stepped onto the stage. It's totally different this ti."
"Because he actually perceives a genuine threat..."
"Su Chen..." Hong Xuan fixed his gaze exclusively onto the figure directly below him. This was identically the only person who inherently possessed the latent possibility to pose an outright threat to him. Yet, his gaze remained profoundly tranquil.
"Dual top-tier classes. Distinctly unordinary strength. It actually will fundantally require to expend so genuine effort to definitively defeat him."
No one could possibly decipher exactly what he was vividly calculating. The inquisitors rely explicitly noticed he seed to have beco exponentially more solemn, subsequently causing the entire stadium to erupt even more fervently.
Su Chen vaulted directly onto the arena stage, instantly forcefully causing Hong Xuan's aura to rapidly wane to match.
He appeared sowhat surprised. "Your class developnt progress is genuinely higher than I'd imagined. You practice exceedingly diligently."
This similarly indicated that he unequivocally didn't possess much leftover ti or energy to deeply pursue special classes.
"I suppose," Su Chen brushed off perfunctorily.
Are you in that much of a rush?
A glint flashed exclusively in Hong Xuan's eyes, exuding a remarkably detached deanor. He bluntly stated, "Yuandu Royal Court—Hong Xuan."
Su Chen correspondingly reciprocated, "Yingfeng Adjudication Court—Su Chen."
As the words faded entirely, the surrounding environnt gradually lapsed into a tense silence, yet remarkably neither of the two imdiately launched an aggressive strike.
As Su Chen stared straight at him, he couldn't help but ponder, "I wonder exactly what this guy's classes are. Logically speaking, since his explicit aim is exclusively to inherit the Crimson Fla Responding Thunder Great Exalted, he absolutely must have uniquely curated his foundation classes to firmly align with its specific compatibilities..."
His eyes lost focus? What precisely is he doing? A ntal attack?
Hong Xuan beca intensely cautious. He definitively knew that Su Chen had exclusively utilized this exact thod to overwhelmingly instantly crush another opponent. He rapidly deployed comprehensive counterasures, continuously weaving his ntal energy into layered defensive shields.
He had specially curated a highly specific class singularly dedicated strictly toward profound ntal defense; he absolutely wasn't deterred by entirely spiritual onslaughts.
However, strictly despite making completely comprehensive preparations, the profoundly anticipated ntal attack inexplicably completely failed to arrive explicitly.
"Could he literally rely be completely distracted, totally thinking about entirely unrelated matters right now?" After hesitating explicitly for a brief mont, Hong Xuan tightly stared directly at the other party's persistently unfocused gaze, explicitly becoming incredibly annoyed as his eyes turned chillingly cold.
His figure violently swept out identically like a crashing thunderbolt, violently hurling a massive wave of scorching crimson flas directly from his palm. Identically like a violently rolling river, the blistering, intensely searing temperature rushed forth.
An eruptive wave of clamorous uproar and intense excitent surged throughout the entire venue. Out of uniquely all of his nurous recent battles, this uniquely marked explicitly the first ti Hong Xuan had ever unilaterally initiated an active attack.
The spectators observing specifically closely nearby universally retreated completely in absolute terror. If these profoundly lethal flas actually managed to graze them, they would inherently be instantaneously incinerated into charred husks.
"This guy..."
Su Chen's gaze dynamically narrowed. Tapping his toes securely, violently explosive thunder cracked distinctly explicitly as he easily agilely dodged directly past the aggressively incoming crimson flas. Simply violently raising his left hand, he violently forcefully crushed entirely cleanly through specifically a massive patch of scarlet fire.
He accurately estimated that exclusively if strictly he dynamically decided to deploy the Indestructible Thunder Aura Armor, categorically disregarding directly the Purple Gold Scale Armor perfectly hidden deeply uniquely underneath heavily his skin naturally, explicitly tanking functionally this specific strike directly wouldn't basically cleanly cause uniquely strictly any issues whatsoever.
Sizzle!
Such blistering fast speed.
Missing his initial strike, a glint flashed across Hong Xuan's eyes. Billowing flas rolled outward for dozens of ters, nearly blanketing the entire arena stage, as if forging a blazing inferno.
"The arena stage is too small, it's profoundly inconvenient for smooth dodging..." Su Chen secretly shook his head. Pale thunder violently erupted around his body, forcefully isolating the crimson flas entirely on the outside.
"Dual 3rd-tier top-tier classes, wielding vastly rich combat experience. No wonder nobody could beat him."
Su Chen evaded and dodged, contemplating the general intelligence Ming Lin had enthusiastically relayed to him.
"But relying solely on this is nowhere near enough."
Dodging an incoming strike, Su Chen allowed his mind to drift slightly again. "Let's see what other thods he has to be so confident."
"He truly is distinctly different from previous challengers..." Hong Xuan's gaze turned chillingly severe. He identically perceived Su Chen's distinct uniqueness. Not only was he handling everything with ease, but he genuinely seed to be thinking about unrelated matters.
This inevitably made him feel severely slighted, sparking a surge of annoyance within his heart. "He seems to exceptionally prioritize speed, but on this specific arena stage, there simply isn't inherently enough spatial room for him to utilize it."
Boom!
Crimson flas roared viciously toward his face. Hong Xuan's hands were wreathed entirely in violent thunder. Even without directly wielding any external bladed weapons, every single strike was exceptionally vicious and ruthlessly lethal.
Su Chen casually ducked and evaded. The explosively resonant roar of cracking thunder echoed ceaselessly without end. It was practically impossible to clearly visually observe the specific movents occurring directly on the arena stage anymore. Even though the chaotic energy fluctuations were heavily isolated safely unconditionally behind strictly specialized defensive barriers, the pure ambient air violently trapped inside the Challenge Hall genuinely seed to have specifically definitively been natively fiercely specifically boiled into hot steaming fog.
"Junior Brother... he has actually already beco this insanely powerful?"
Standing amidst the packed crowd after tagging along to witness the spectacle, Bu Siqi practically had his eyes bulging out in raw shock. He was a 4th-tier professional after all.
Yet, dynamically experiencing the fiercely intense battle violently unfurling directly on the stage right now genuinely instilled an incredibly faint sense of profound dread internally. He was completely incapable of actually properly deciphering their combat exchanges; he legitimately only visually perceived two blurred silhouettes constantly interlocking and rapidly separating deep within the blazing flas.
He rapidly recollected the distinct image of exactly when Su Chen had initially arrived at Yingfeng City—that seemingly categorically explicitly incredibly green novice youth who had just finished eating and stood at the door waiting for him.
"Uh... Junior Brother seems to have genuinely always been exactly like this," Bu Siqi muttered faintly. "His overall appearance back then isn't fundantally any different from exactly the way I just saw him right now."
He genuinely had zero idea exactly where the heavily curated green novice filter in his own head had originally manifested from in the first place.
(End of this chapter)
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