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Chapter 788 Facing a Formidable Enemy_1

Chapter 788: Chapter 788 Facing a Formidable Enemy_1

Zhai Juan looked at Ling Xiao, who had put up his thumb, in surprise and said, "I admire you, really, Brother Ling’s discernment is truly brilliant, not a bit inferior to my Senior Brother Mo Wu Shang."

Ling Xiao smiled faintly, he had benefited in this regard, the analytical ability of the Mountain and River Martial Soul was too strong. Coupled with the various Martial Arts he had cultivated over the years, although somewhat eclectic, since he had practiced everything, he could see the flaws and advantages of Martial Arts more accurately.

The competition in the fifth group continued, and the clash of the titans had not yet begun.

Holy Son Ji Mingkong, Demon Eye Mo Wu Shang, Po Qian Jun, Liang Xiao, Feng Renjie, and Zhai Juan all successively clinched their expected victories.

There wasn’t much to say about Ji Mingkong and Mo Wu Shang’s battles, because the people they encountered simply chose to concede defeat.

Po Qian Jun’s performance was particularly fierce, his opponent hadn’t even understood how he had made his move when they were already under the Martial Arts Platform.

The performances of Liang Xiao and Feng Renjie were equally terrifying, both defeating their opponents with a single move.

As for Ling Xiao, he also defeated his opponent with one move, but it wasn’t as flashy and eye-catching. Although equally excellent, it was far too modest when compared to Po Qian Jun, Liang Xiao, and Feng Renjie’s battles.

Although the abilities of most competitors were on par, there still existed such monsters, and there was nothing that could be done about that.

Of course, among those who had already competed, apart from the Holy Son and Mo Wu Shang, the most dazzling without a doubt was Po Qian Jun.

Even Liang Xiao and Feng Renjie were secretly praying not to encounter this madman.

Soon, the second round of the martial artists’ competition started.

This time, it began with a heavyweight fight.

"Ling Xiao, Po Qian Jun, come to the stage for the showdown!"

Within the fifth group, the most dazzling Po Qian Jun and the most low-key Ling Xiao collided.

Even though Po Qian Jun conceded defeat to Ling Xiao during the previous group matches, it was only a strategic concession.

No one thought Po Qian Jun was inferior to Ling Xiao, it was just considered good luck on Ling Xiao’s part.

Mo Wu Shang’s Demon Eye flickered as he coldly said, "Po Qian Jun, compared to Ling Xiao, lacks a bit of cunning and calmness. His chances of winning aren’t great, probably only twenty or thirty percent. However, for Ling Xiao to win, he will also need to pay a steep price!"

Since Mo Wu Shang said so, no one would doubt it.

His judgement had never been wrong.

The other people nodded as well, even Holy Son Ji Mingkong let out a breath of relief.

If Ling Xiao had to pay a price to deal with Po Qian Jun, then he was not a match for her at all, even negligible.

Po Qian Jun leaped onto the Martial Arts Platform, revealing a fierce smile toward Ling Xiao.

"I just conceded defeat because I was afraid of scaring you, but this time, I will show you what I’m made of," he said.

"Is that so? I thought you surrendered because you knew your limits," Ling Xiao replied with an indifferent smile.

Hearing Ling Xiao’s words, Po Qian Jun’s complexion didn’t look great, but more than that, he was confused.

He had seen Ling Xiao’s previous battles and was very clear that Ling Xiao was extremely strong.

But even so, he still had a fifty percent confidence in defeating Ling Xiao.

So why did Ling Xiao seem so calm and composed? Was the boy bluffing?

Or was he conserving his strength?

Humph, speaking of conserving strength, I have held back too, and I don’t believe I’ll really lose to you!

In the judges’ stand, the original judges from both the tenth and first groups sat together, jointly undertaking the judging responsibilities for the fifth group.

"Po Qian Jun is very strong and he was very careful to conserve his strength in the group matches, choosing to lose to Ling Xiao. Otherwise, the outcome would be hard to predict," said the judge from the first group with a smile.

The judge from the tenth group shook his head and said, "It’s evident with Po Qian Jun, but this Ling Xiao is too mysterious. From start to finish, he hasn’t even used a weapon; it’s hard to know what kind of martial artist he really is."

"Perhaps he is simply a martial artist who specializes in unarmed combat; such people do exist," remarked the judge.

A judge from the first group laughed.

"Who do you think will win?" a judge from the tenth group asked.

"Ling Xiao, I suppose."

A judge from the first group hesitated before saying, "This is the result predicted by Mo Wu Shang, so there should be no mistake. However, the fight won’t be easy. It’s a pity that Ling Xiao seems not to have mastered the Heavenly Origin Power, otherwise, he could even attempt to compete for a position among the Six Young Masters of the Holy Dynasty."

"True, even Heavenly Pulse Warriors might not be able to grasp Heavenly Origin Power, after all, it is the power of Heavenly Realm Martial Artists, and it’s extremely profound."

The judges from the tenth group were also optimistic about Ling Xiao, which is why they felt a bit disappointed.

Actually, he was keen to see Ling Xiao join the ranks of the Six Young Masters of the Holy Dynasty, which would reflect well on him too. After all, Ling Xiao was someone he had watched stand out from the group stages step by step.

Of course, he wouldn’t impose this.

After all, becoming a Heavenly Pulse Warrior was one thing, but condensing Heavenly Origin Power was another, and not at all easy. This relied not only on perception but also on one’s Martial Soul and natural talent.

Otherwise, no matter how strong one was, mastering Heavenly Origin Power would be impossible, and that naturally formed sliver of Heavenly Origin Power would be useless.

"Qian Jun, as a disciple of Dragon Sky Academy, you cannot afford to lose to a nobody!"

In the stands, an elder shouted.

Po Qian Jun’s face changed slightly.

Losing to the Six Young Masters of the Holy Dynasty, or even to the geniuses of the previous session, might not be a big deal. But Ling Xiao was just a nobody on the Heavenly Dragon Continent; losing to him would really be a disgrace.

Not only would he lose face, but Dragon Sky Academy would be disgraced alongside him.

However, facing Ling Xiao, Po Qian Jun felt he had little chance of winning.

Ling Xiao, who still had not drawn his sword, only looked at Po Qian Jun indifferently and said, "You don’t need to put such pressure on yourself because losing to me is no disgrace; even the Holy Son will fall to my hand!"

"Hmph, how could a nobody like you defeat the Holy Son? Enough, today I, Po Qian Jun, will put an end to your arrogance!"

Po Qian Jun took a deep breath.

He had no way out now.

In this fight, he had to use all his skills, otherwise, he might not even be able to return to Dragon Sky Academy.

Faced with the choice between conserving his strength for promotion or defeating Ling Xiao, he could only choose the latter.

Hum!

A faint light flickered on his Storage Ring, and Po Qian Jun’s sword came out, exuding a terrifying destructive aura. The formless Sword Qi, like a crushing wind, pressed towards Ling Xiao.

The air around them seemed to distort under the pressure.

"What a sword! What momentum!"

Ling Xiao stood there, still showing no intention of drawing his sword.

"Won’t you draw your sword?"

Po Qian Jun was somewhat annoyed, knowing that Ling Xiao was a Martial Artist skilled with the sword. If Ling Xiao didn’t draw his sword, it meant that he was looking down on him.

"There’s no need."

Ling Xiao simply shook his head.

Mo Wu Shang looked at Ling Xiao, shaking his head and sighing, "This man is arrogant and conceited. Even if his strength is great, he’s bound to overturn his boat in a drain sooner or later. I said he could defeat Po Qian Jun, but now, I have to add a question mark."

"Thunderbird Sword Technique · Eagle Soaring the Skies!"

With a thunderous yell, Po Qian Jun’s sword thrust forward.

With the sword’s strike, the sound of the wind was sharp, the Sword Qi was chilling, and the terrifying sensation of rupture made many people close to the Martial Arts Platform choose to step back.