Supreme Dragon Lord-Chapter 65 - The Cancer of the Human Institute, The Scourge of Martial Ancestor!

Chapter 65: Chapter 65 - The Cancer of the Human Institute, The Scourge of Martial Ancestor!

Long Chen had actually won!

With just one move, he had beaten Huang Xu, the former second senior brother of the Human Institute, so badly that he fell to the ground vomiting blood. And he had done it using a Mysterious-Level Martial Technique against an Earth-Level one! He had even declared that he had no equal within the same realm!

"I told you you couldn’t handle it, but you insisted on trying. Feeling the pain now, are you?" Tang Le said with contempt. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Huang Xu was so enraged by this that his qi flared violently. "You... Ugh!" He coughed, spitting up more blood. "COUGH, COUGH... COUGH, COUGH!"

"Tang Le! Stop provoking Steward Huang!" The five Heads of the Court hurriedly went to check on Huang Xu’s injuries.

Long Chen slowly withdrew his gaze and asked calmly, "Are cultivation resources exchanged at the Martial Institute?"

"That’s right. I happen to be free, so I can show you the way," Tang Le replied as he walked over.

Long Chen glanced at him and nodded, not refusing the offer.

Chen Yao arrived at the Brawl Forest just moments after Long Chen and Tang Le had departed. However, when she saw the disciples lying on the ground, especially the gravely injured Huang Xu, she froze in shock.

The five Heads of the Court bowed. "Steward Chen..."

"Where is Long Chen? Where is he? What on earth happened?" Chen Yao interrupted sharply.

One of the Heads of the Court quickly answered, "Steward Chen, please calm down. Long Chen and Tang Le went to the Martial Institute. Just now..."

As the Head of the Court recounted the events, Chen Yao finally understood everything. While she breathed a sigh of relief, she was also incredibly shocked!

Even though she already knew Long Chen’s combat power was exceptional, she had never expected him to be this strong. Although Long Chen had defeated Su Miaoyu, who possessed the Emperor Meridans, Su Miaoyu had not yet perfectly integrated with them.

However, Chen Yao knew Huang Xu’s strength very well. She had to admit that she could not defeat an opponent of the same realm like Huang Xu in a single move.

"Did Long Chen only use a Mysterious-Level Martial Technique? He didn’t use any other abilities?" Chen Yao asked, suppressing her shock.

Others might not know, but Chen Yao was aware that Long Chen not only had a special physique but also possessed Heterochromatic Eyes.

"Other abilities?" The five Heads of the Court and the disciples were perplexed. Does Long Chen have another powerful technique hidden away?

He defeated Huang Xu without even using his Heterochromatic Eyes? And he did it with a Mysterious-Level Martial Technique against an Earth-Level one? Chen Yao subconsciously took a deep breath, her beautiful eyes suddenly radiating an unusual brilliance. Long Chen’s strength is truly unfathomable! Perhaps with his help, the Human Institute really could defeat the Earth Institute, and maybe even the Heaven Institute, forcing the Sect to re-divide the territories of the institutes!

"This is bad! With his personality and strength, he can’t go to the Martial Institute yet!" Chen Yao suddenly realized and immediately sprinted away.

The Martial Institute was the gathering place for disciples from all three institutes: Heaven, Earth, and Human. Moreover, it was a hub for disciples of all ranks, meaning First-class Disciples also went there to exchange cultivation resources. Second-class Disciples weren’t a major concern; even if they got into a conflict with Long Chen, they couldn’t force a life-or-death duel.

However, First-class Disciples had a special privilege: if they initiated a life-or-death duel, the challenged party had no right to refuse. Because of this, many lower-ranked disciples would bow their heads and avoid higher-ranked ones, enduring any provocation in silence. But with a personality like Long Chen’s, would he ever willingly bow his head?

It was a known fact that nearly all the disciples who had refused to submit in the past were killed by First-class Disciples, with the few survivors being crippled.

The Sect granted such rights to First-class Disciples for two reasons. First, it was a reward to establish their supreme status. Second, it was to teach lower-ranked disciples to be adaptable, making them understand that arrogance without strength only invites disaster.

Chen Yao could ignore the fates of other disciples, but she couldn’t ignore Long Chen. The Human Institute absolutely could not afford to lose a genius like him.

"I hope I can make it in time!" Chen Yao’s brow furrowed as she raced onward with all her might, her heart filled with anxiety.

Meanwhile, under Tang Le’s guidance, Long Chen boarded a small boat with him and headed straight for the Martial Institute. The Long River that separated the five institutes of the Martial Ancestor also served as the main thoroughfare between them. Since the Human Institute was located at the very front of the Martial Ancestor, they simply had to take a boat straight toward the center to reach the heart of the sect: the Martial Institute.

"It costs ten thousand Human Martial Beads per person just for a one-way trip on this boat." Long Chen stood on the deck, shaking his head with a wry smile. "C Institute Disciples only get ten thousand Human Martial Beads a month. That’s not even enough for a round trip from the Martial Institute."

"Haha, you must be a newcomer, right?" The boatman was a young man of about eighteen or nineteen. Propelling the boat forward with his battle qi, he chuckled and said, "You guys have it easy. When First-class and Second-class Disciples from the First Division and the Second House want a ride, they have to pay me anywhere from one hundred thousand to a million Human Martial Beads for a single trip."

Hearing this, Long Chen raised his eyebrows in surprise. Second-class Disciples resided in the Second House and received a hundred thousand Human Martial Beads a month. First-class Disciples resided in the First Division and received a million. By that logic, the boatman was demanding their entire monthly stipend.

Tang Le, sitting beside him, grinned and asked, "Which institute are you from? To actually be out here working as a boatman... you really don’t care about saving face, do you?"

"First Division. The name’s Qiu Ming," he replied nonchalantly. "What’s wrong with being a boatman? On a bad day, I can still earn several million Human Martial Beads. At the start of the month, I clear ten million, easy."

At this, Qiu Ming couldn’t help but frown slightly. "Speaking of which, it’s strange. You two are the only disciples from the Bing Institute heading to the Martial Institute today. Usually, at the beginning of the month, at least a few dozen of you come for a ride."

Long Chen and Tang Le couldn’t help but smile upon hearing this, but they both remained silent. Qiu Ming glanced at them but didn’t bother to press for details.

"We’re about to enter the boarding area for the Second House, and after that is the First Division’s." Qiu Ming’s tone became serious as he gave them a meaningful reminder. "You two junior brothers should be on your best behavior in a moment. Don’t even make eye contact with the disciples from the First Division and the Second House. If you run into any troublemakers, you must hold back. And when you see a First-class Disciple from the First Division, you absolutely must be respectful!"

As he said this, Long Chen’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Tang Le leaned in and explained with a grin, "First-class Disciples can challenge anyone to a life-or-death duel, and the challenged party has no right to refuse. With the strength and realm of us C Institute disciples, we can’t compare to them. Challenging a First-class Disciple is just asking to die."

"I’m aware of the rule." Long Chen nodded and cupped his fist toward the boatman. "Thank you for the reminder, Senior Brother Qiu."

"It’s nothing. I just want to carry you back so I can earn another twenty thousand Human Martial Beads from you. Hahaha!" Qiu Ming laughed heartily.

Long Chen stroked his chin. The Second-class Disciples from the Second House should be at the War Maniac Realm. The First-class Disciples from the First Division are at the War Ancestor Realm, ranging from the First to the Ninth Layer Heaven, and some might even be at the Half-step War King Realm! The Second-class Disciples posed no threat to him, but the First-class Disciples were a serious danger.

"Don’t worry, Brother Long," Tang Le suddenly promised, slapping his large belly. "With me around, nothing will go wrong!"

The boatman, Qiu Ming, stared at him, momentarily stunned. "This junior brother is certainly confident. May I ask your name?"

"Tang Le, the cancer of the Human Institute and the scourge of the Martial Ancestor! A pleasure to meet you!" Tang Le replied, cupping his fist with a flourish.

In an instant, Qiu Ming stopped pushing the boat. His face went pale, and he scrambled to the far side of the vessel. "You... get off my boat!"