Beep!
Suddenly, at this mont.
The virtual screen in another empty arena flickered again, setting the new match.
[Fla Tiger Sect, Lin Xiaoyun, Arena 3!]
Once the information appeared, Lin Xiaoyun was caught by surprise.
The next second, the screen flickered again.
The image froze, and the opponent appeared.
As if expecting this, the opponent had already climbed onto the stage ahead of everyone.
A closer look, a person of average build, even sowhat familiar.
"Again, the Seventh True Inheritor!"
"What’s happening?"
"Why is it always soone from the Flying Dragon Sect?"
Whispers erupted, and Chen Feng already coldly stood up.
But, as if he had a hunch...
Beep!
The screen on Zhao Jushan’s arena suddenly flickered, and the picture froze.
[Fla Tiger Sect, Zhao Tingxiao, Arena 2.]
Everyone, including Zhao Tingxiao, was stunned.
Before he could react, the Sixth True Inheritor on the stage remained emotionless, displaying a mocking smile.
At the sa ti, the virtual screen behind froze, revealing a face just like his.
"Damn!"
"This isn’t right!"
"Haven’t you noticed? The Flying Dragon Sect is trying to crush the Fla Tiger Sect completely!"
Listening to the whispers around him, Chen Feng’s face turned entirely frosty.
"This ti, the Fla Tiger Sect’s ranking is probably going to plumt to the bottom."
Zheng Shan from the Giant Elephant Sect shook his head, perceiving the signs, with a hint of pity.
Zhan Wushuang and the injured Pang Kui wore similar expressions.
Beep!
Instantly, the last open arena number one’s screen flickered, displaying the expected na.
[Fla Tiger Sect, Chen Feng, Arena 1!]
With the text frozen, footsteps echoed.
A young thin man in his mid-twenties with blue robes marked with the number five ascended the platform.
In a flash, the atmosphere grew silent, many couldn’t help but swallow their spit.
"Fla Tiger Sect...."
From the last row of seats, Liu Fangming and his disciple from the Heart Monkey Style wore complex expressions, but dared not to ddle.
Disciples of the Ten Thousand Refinent Sect looked furious, so couldn’t help but seek help from the top sects.
"This is targeted harassnt!"
"Brother Zhan Wushuang, could you please intercede?"
Zhao Jushan’s good friend, Qin Tao, earnestly requested as gazes turned towards Zhan Wushuang.
His eyelids twitched, sensing the dangerous gaze from the Flying Dragon Sect.
The first and second True Inheritors, even the Third True Inheritor, were already regaining their power.
Ah...
With a sigh, Zhan Wushuang closed his eyes and shook his head, choosing not to intervene.
Qin Tao felt disappointed and looked towards Pang Kui and others.
"Brother."
Zhang Tai from the Giant Elephant Sect seed sympathetic, about to speak, yet Zheng Shan shook his head to stop him.
Instantly, the atmosphere turned silent, with no response.
Qin Tao wanted to say more.
Snap!
A hand rested on his shoulder, he turned his head.
Chen Feng, who had unknowingly stood up nearby, shook his head at him.
"Brother Qin Tao, thank you."
As he moved, he stepped aside.
He brushed past him, taking Lin Xiaoyun along, heading towards the side of the arena.
This is a dragon versus tiger fight; a grudge belonging only to the Fla Tiger Sect and the Flying Dragon Sect.
Indeed, it shouldn’t involve more people.
"Brother..."
Zhao Tingxiao’s face turned crimson, still carrying the unconscious Zhao Jushan, feeling incredibly bitter, a rush of sadness reddening his eyes.
He is a genius of Nanjiang City.
But here in Yun Gang, he’s weak as dust.
The elders who used to care for and protect him aren’t here, the isolation and repression almost crushing him.
Step!
As footsteps moved again, Chen Feng was already standing before him.
He patted his shoulder, then looked up at the venue.
It’s large enough to hold over ten thousand people.
But oddly, there’s no place here for the few from Fla Tiger Sect.
Thousands of eyes converged, and the expressions on the three stages with the Flying Dragon True Inheritors varied.
So jeered, so mocked, and four others with stronger auras watched with arms crossed, with intense scrutiny.
"So, you’re the strongest under the true intent of the Southern Martial Arts World?"
Chen Feng suddenly spoke, his tone as calm as frosty lake water.
Zhan Wushuang and Pang Kui slightly frowned, the people from Flying Dragon Sect revealed naked mockery.
"Yes, you could say that."
The gaunt Fifth True Inheritor standing on arena one, spread his hands and casually smiled: "For what you said just now, I’ll give you a chance."
"Kneel down, let Fla Tiger Sect admit defeat."
"Never set foot in Yun Gang again, and you can leave here."
As his voice dropped, people from Songhe Style showed gleeful jeers.
Yi Fist Flow, Fei Niao Sect, Giant Bear Lineage...
The increasingly dense malice, waves of vengeful smiles and mocks clearly erged in his perception.
"Let’s not waste ti then."
Chen Feng’s steps were steady as he ascended arena one.
Without glancing at the Fifth True Inheritor, he surveyed all the people from Flying Dragon Sect, including the surrounding referees.
"You all, co at once."
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