Supreme Dragon Lord-Chapter 373 Reward!

"The first match is between contestant number 14 and contestant number 19."

With the Jinglei Sect disciple’s announcement, a burly man slowly appeared on the platform.

CRACK! CRACK!

He stretched, his joints popping loudly. A terrifying aura emanated from him as he took a single step forward. His bulging muscles radiated power, creating an intense visual impact.

"Where’s my opponent?" he bellowed. "Scared off the second you saw me on stage? Hurry up and get over here to take your beating!"

As he spoke, the burly man slammed his fists together.

BANG!

A powerful wave of Qi Force erupted from the impact, sweeping out in all directions.

A cold smile formed on Tang Le’s lips as he watched. "Long Xin, watch closely. You’re in for a good show!"

After saying this, Tang Le’s figure flashed and vanished. He became a blur, appearing on the platform in an instant.

Long Xin watched with a gleeful smile, knowing the burly man was in for a world of hurt.

Seeing Tang Le arrive, the burly man’s eyes narrowed, and a cold glint appeared in their depths. Without another word, he strode forward, his clenched fist shooting straight toward Tang Le.

Tang Le easily sidestepped the attack.

"Huh?"

A grim look flashed across the burly man’s face. He was just about to retract his fist to launch another attack, but this time, Tang Le gave him no such chance. He threw a punch of his own! However, his punch was faster and packed even more power!

BANG!

The moment their fists met, the burly man was sent flying right off the platform. He screamed in agony as intense pain swept over him, his face contorting.

Only then did the Jinglei Sect disciple announce, "In this match, Number 14, Tang Le, is the winner!"

Hearing this, Tang Le gave a faint smile and walked down from the platform. The onlookers were astonished, as no one had expected him to be so powerful. He had floored his opponent with a single punch; this guy was clearly not to be underestimated.

After two more matches, it was Long Xin’s turn. The result was nearly identical to Tang Le’s bout; she also defeated her opponent effortlessly.

When it came to the seventh match, Zhang Cangsong took the platform. With a grim expression, he exuded a bone-chilling aura that made one’s blood run cold. His opponent stepped onto the platform timidly. Feeling the pressure from Zhang Cangsong, the man’s hair stood on end. He was so tense he hardly dared to breathe. However, to pass the assessment, he had no choice but to go all out.

Bracing himself against his fear, he addressed Zhang Cangsong, "Young Master Zhang, my apologies for the offense!"

"Bring it on!" Zhang Cangsong sneered.

The opponent could only grit his teeth and charge. Zhang Cangsong, unimpressed, simply threw a punch.

BANG!

With a dull thud, the opponent spat out a mouthful of blood and crashed heavily to the ground. When the man saw Zhang Cangsong continue to approach, his face turned ashen, his heart leaping into his throat.

Knowing he was no match, the man endured the searing pain and scrambled to his feet, only to drop to his knees. He began begging Zhang Cangsong to spare him and not press the matter.

Zhang Cangsong, however, acted as if he hadn’t seen a thing. Completely ignoring the man’s pleas, he kicked him squarely. The man instantly fainted, falling motionless on the spot.

After dispatching his opponent, Zhang Cangsong turned, his sharp gaze locking onto Long Chen. He slowly extended a hand, pointed at Long Chen, and said coolly, "You had better hope you don’t run into me, or else..."

He left the sentence unfinished, instead drawing a hand across his throat in a slitting motion. His every move was filled with provocation.

In response to the challenge, Long Chen just smiled faintly, not taking it seriously at all. If this weren’t Jinglei Sect territory and so crowded with people, I wouldn’t want to cause trouble. Otherwise, Zhang Cangsong would have never lived this long.

The few remaining bouts after their group had finished were over quickly. In just half an hour, the entire first round of the platform competition was complete.

Lei Yiqun glanced at the list of advancing contestants and announced, "The first round is over, and we have our final ten contestants. Those who were eliminated can now start making their way down the mountain."

"Next, we will proceed to the final round to determine the ranking of these ten contestants."

"The top three will receive extremely generous rewards."

At this, the eyes of everyone present lit up.

Zhang Cangsong immediately asked, "Deacon, what are the rewards for the top three?"

Long Chen was also curious, his gaze resting on Lei Yiqun as he waited for the reply.

Hearing the question, Lei Yiqun responded, "Anyone who ranks in the top three of this assessment will receive the Jinglei Sect’s most abundant cultivation resources. You will also be granted the opportunity to enter Shenmo Mountain to undergo tempering."

"If you can seize any opportunities there, your strength is certain to rise by leaps and bounds!"

"Shenmo Mountain?"

"We can cultivate inside Shenmo Mountain?"

"That place is filled with abundant Spiritual Power, perfect for cultivation. Training there yields twice the results with half the effort!"

"I wish I had the chance to cultivate in Shenmo Mountain..."

Many in the audience began to discuss this excitedly. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

After learning about the rewards for the top three, Long Xin revealed a satisfied smile. These conditions sound quite promising.

"Now, you may proceed to the next round according to the bracket," Lei Yiqun announced to Long Chen and the others. "This round is equally crucial, as it will determine the rankings from fifth to tenth place."

"Are you all prepared?"