Supernatural Insight Eyes
Chapter 309 - 0308 Challenge Ten Owls

Chapter 309: 0308 Challenge Ten Owls

The revered warriors, the focus of attention within the martial arts community, commanded respect. Whoever became one of them was looked upon with admiration, their status hardly inferior to some of the martial arts elders.

Of course, the title symbolized honor as well. A Martial Artist crowned as one of the revered warriors was definitely powerful. Each one, having achieved this stature, had to face challengers at every martial arts tournament.

About twenty challengers stood separately, their gazes shimmering with desire for the revered warriors’ positions. The title brought both fame and fortune, something no young person could resist. But to acquire such a prize, one must defeat a revered warrior and fend off other challengers, preserving their coveted spot.

The challenge match was about to begin, and the surrounding Martial Artists were discussing the strengths of these twenty-odd individuals, speculating who might succeed in their challenge.

At that moment, several figures walked into view.

The tenth revered warrior, Ma Kunqing!

The ninth revered warrior, Li Futu!

The eighth revered warrior, Duan Zhen!

...

Everyone’s attention shifted instantly from the challengers, as the revered warriors one by one came to the front.

"All the revered warriors have appeared!" someone sighed, their tone a mix of wonder and envious displeasure.

"So strong. Are these the revered warriors?" Even before the fight started, someone felt the dreadful strength of the revered warriors.

"All the top nine have shown up; why is there one missing? Where is the foremost warrior who should be first in rank?"

Ten figures should have appeared, yet one was missing. The crowd noticed that the top-ranked warrior was absent.

As the surrounding Martial Artists buzzed with speculation, the twenty-something challengers couldn’t help but size up the revered warriors.

These were the opponents they would face next, and any opportunity to glean information about the revered warriors’ strength was advantageous for the coming bouts.

Among the revered warriors, Ye Qiu had crossed hands with Ma Kunqing and understood his strength well: nothing to fear. As for the ninth revered warrior, Li Futu, Ye Qiu remembered him. They were supposed to fight, but it never happened. Since Li was ranked ninth, clearly his strength was less than that of the sixth revered warrior, Fang Lianping. By this measure, the bottom five revered warriors didn’t pose much of a threat to Ye Qiu; it was the top five he needed to watch.

It was said that there was a significant divide between the top five and the bottom five revered warriors: any one of the top five could single-handedly dominate the bottom five, and even if the latter joined forces, victory was far from guaranteed.

This was the terror of the top five revered warriors.

Ye Qiu observed the top five closely. Even with one missing, it didn’t affect Ye Qiu’s judgment.

Ye Qiu’s gaze landed on the fifth revered warrior, Meng Pengxiao. Naturally, Ye Qiu remembered him; they had met before, and Meng even had a slight friction with others like Mu Zhige.

Meng Pengxiao was used to being the center of attention. He looked calmly at the people in front of him. As the challengers tried to estimate his power, he was also assessing them. Soon, his gaze met Ye Qiu’s. "This person..."

Meng Pengxiao found Ye Qiu somewhat familiar, as if he’d seen him somewhere before, but he couldn’t recall where. Deciding not to dwell on it, with his current strength, he feared no challenger. Ye Qiu’s gaze only made him take notice of Ye Qiu.

As for the fourth revered warrior, Sun Ziyan, he looked rather ordinary, somewhat mature, with a restrained aura, very low-key, difficult to measure the depth.

His gaze shifted again, and Ye Qiu murmured, "Is this the third revered warrior, Feng Jian?" Ye Qiu had heard that Feng Jian’s True Qi carried thunder and lightning. Each assault was like thunder, as if shaking heaven and earth, which is why many preferred to call him Lei Ting.

Although he had not engaged in combat, Ye Qiu still felt a dangerous aura emanating from Feng Jian, a warning that stemmed from the depths of his soul.

"Truly a master," Ye Qiu muttered to himself, regarding Feng Jian as a formidable opponent.

As for the last person, ranked second among the ten owls, Luo Tie, his aura was the most substantial, revealed without any attempt to conceal it, spreading around and giving an unsettling sensation—the aura of a supreme master in the True Qi realm!

It was only when Ye Qiu truly took measure of Luo Tie that he realized this person was even more terrifying than Feng Jian, or else that sense of imminent danger wouldn’t have spurred the impulse to immediately flee.

"The second owl is indeed worthy of his reputation, I can’t even begin to imagine who the first owl is, to overshadow the second to such an extent," Ye Qiu exclaimed in awe of Luo Tie’s strength, which also made him realize a more serious concern.

The one ranked first, the chief owl, just how exceptional were his skills? Even with Ye Qiu’s own strength, he could not fathom it—could it be a level beyond the True Qi realm?

As Ye Qiu speculated wildly, the other challengers were also sizing up the ten owls when a figure slowly landed in the place of the chief owl, making an appearance in an instant.

With light steps touching down, the person slowly steadied themselves, revealing a handsome face.

Is he the chief owl?

For those among the onlookers who had not seen all ten owls, this question inevitably rose in their minds, as the man appeared slim and highly attractive; more accurately, he was delicate.

A man, more beautiful than a woman—those present, apart from being astonished by his identity as one of the ten owls, were also stunned by his appearance.

Even Ye Qiu couldn’t help but mutter a few envious curses; the chief owl was indeed extraordinary, possessing remarkable good looks.

Handsome and highly skilled, these traits made even Ye Qiu feel a surge of envy.

"He is the chief owl, Huangfu Jun, truly my idol," a martial artist exclaimed excitedly.

Someone beside him couldn’t help but roll their eyes and said indifferently, "A big fellow like you, admiring another man, I just can’t deal with you." After speaking, a peculiar expression flickered across their eyes, as if suggesting the peculiar sexual orientation of the martial artist who had just spoken.

He was someone whose appearance drew attention, overshadowing his abilities.

Not only Ye Qiu thought this, but other martial artists such as Chen Taiji must also have harbored the same thought. As for Si Ma’ao, he turned his head away, disliking the fact that someone else was grabbing all the attention.

All ten owls had arrived.

The challenge match could now begin with an order from Chen Yifeng, a senior from the southern martial arts community, and Jin Lao from the northern martial arts community, allowing the contestants to initiate their challenges.

"Brother, who do you want to challenge?" Ye Zi stood by Ye Qiu’s side and asked with concern.

Ye Qiu didn’t speak, but his gaze settled on the top five owls, and Ye Zi instantly understood Ye Qiu’s intention, saying, "I believe in you, brother, you are the strongest."

Ye Qiu stroked Ye Zi’s head, just as he had done when she was little.

Since it was a challenge against the ten owls and no one else had shown any intention of initiating a challenge, Si Ma’ao was the first to step forward.

From the beginning, he had been quite frustrated, and now that the challenge had arrived, Si Ma’ao believed it was his time to shine, so he immediately stepped forward, standing in front of Ma Kunqing, one of the ten owls, and said, "Please!"