System: I Can Open Martial Arts Chests-Chapter 122 - 94: Fists and Feet Have No Eyes, Blades and Swords Have No Mercy
Luo Cheng’s few words instantly caused a huge uproar.
It’s not just the Chaotic God Saber being gifted... but also the Divine Blade Hall!?
Although in recent years, the Divine Blade Hall has indeed been as Luo Cheng described, already in ruins.
Within its sphere of influence, the people are suffering, living in hardship, and many homes are empty.
But as the saying goes, a dying camel is still bigger than a horse.
This faction of the Divine Blade Hall is ultimately extraordinary, and if it can be absorbed... it wouldn’t be an overnight success, but it would greatly strengthen one’s own forces.
Especially for the surrounding forces, this is a rare and fortunate opportunity.
And Luo Cheng’s words, seemingly absurd, are not without traces of truth.
After all, Jiang Divine Saber is about to die, and the Divine Blade Hall is already on the verge of collapse.
Many people didn’t understand why, at this time, the Divine Blade Hall would invite the forces from all directions into Divine Blade City, as this is truly dancing on a knife’s edge, extremely dangerous.
One misstep, and the Divine Blade Hall’s destruction would be today.
Yet unexpectedly, this turns out to be a strategy to revive the dead.
As long as a force absorbs the Divine Blade Hall, the union of two sides would make anyone thinking of attacking the Divine Blade Hall reconsider their gains and losses.
Bear in mind, the Divine Blade Hall is now isolated; being eaten by eight sides is only natural.
But once someone offers a helping hand, coupled with the remaining power of the Divine Blade Hall, the change in situation will make anyone afraid to act rashly.
Bian City’s eyes narrowed slightly:
"So that’s how it is... This method doesn’t seem like something a brute like Luo Cheng could come up with.
The arena fight, the one with the highest martial arts skill gets the Chaotic God Saber.
Firstly, it weakens the top experts present today; secondly, it selects the strongest to rely on... the Divine Blade Hall thereby emerges from the dead.
Although from here they rely on others, it might not deny them a day to rise again."
All seems to make sense now.
Chu Qing then gave Luo Cheng a deep look.
If he didn’t know the origin of the Chaotic God Saber, and the entanglements between Celestial Evil Cult and Jiang Divine Saber.
He would have almost believed Luo Cheng’s nonsense.
But... what is their true motive for gathering so many people?
He softly asked Gentle:
"Has Jiang Divine Saber arrived?"
Gentle glanced at him, shook her head:
"No, he hasn’t."
Chu Qing slightly nodded, not appearing very anxious.
Luo Cheng had already announced on the stage that the martial arts tournament has begun, interested parties may step onto the stage to compete.
After speaking, he reached out with one hand toward the Chaotic God Saber, it buzzed, then with a swoosh, flew toward his palm.
But before the Chaotic God Saber could reach his hand, Luo Cheng already waved his hand.
The Chaotic God Saber immediately flew out, spun, and landed on the knife stand on the inner side of the high platform.
He then sat down next to the table and took a sip from his teacup.
The scene was quiet for a moment, then someone leapt onto the high platform to initiate the fight, attracting heroes from all directions.
The beginning is always difficult, but as soon as one person steps onto the stage, there’ll be no lack of challengers.
In the blink of an eye, the arena’s matches have already begun.
Initially entering the stage were some ordinary individuals.
Among them were swordsmen who failed to be recognized by Nian’an and Nianxin as their big brother that day, and the disciple from Fragrance Academy who was embarrassed after his bellyband was stolen by Brother Bai.
Later on, Mist Rain Tower also sent disciples to the stage, but Du Hanyan did not make a move.
Afterwards, a wanderer from all directions ascended the stage again, raising the level of the entire tournament by another notch.
However, Tingtai Pavilion, Feiyun Valley, and Righteous Alliance experts still haven’t acted.
Bian City had pointed out these three factions to Chu Qing earlier.
The deputy pavilion master of Tingtai Pavilion, ’Qingyu Sword’ Chen Shihong.
Feiyun Valley sent the Grand Elder, ’Iron-Armed Divine Ape’ Hou Wenjing.
Righteous Alliance sent its Alliance Leader, ’Dragon Spear’ Fang Tianrui personally.
Even these few, if they were to act, it would be at the very end.
Chu Qing was watching attentively below, as opportunities to witness various experts showcasing their secret techniques are rare, and events like the First Grade Conference are not common.
He can take advantage of this to broaden his knowledge.
Bian City, standing nearby, laughed and said:
"Does the third young master not want to get on stage and try? To make a name for himself in the world?"
Chu Qing firmly shook his head, such exposure is not suitable for him.
He glanced at Bian City:
"How about Bian brother giving it a try?"
Bian City spread his hands:
"I’m not interested either."
"Humph."
Mo Duxing snorted coldly:
"Just knew you two couldn’t do it, let me show you..."
As he spoke, he pressed his hand on his sword hilt, ready to ascend the stage.
But got pulled back by Bian City:
"Senior brother, let our master live a few more years.
If he finds out you embarrassed us today, when we return, he’ll probably break your leg."
Gentle nodded firmly:
"Senior brother, don’t make trouble."
Mo Duxing sighed:
"Forget it, another chance to make a name for myself in the world was stopped by you."
His expression was desolate, surrounded by an air of ’no one understands me’ solitude.
Leaving Chu Qing unable to tell whether he’s truly skilled or just putting on a show.
While minding his own business, suddenly a scream was heard from the arena.
Chu Qing looked up to see an unknown black-clad figure had appeared in the scene.
A long robe enveloped him, obscuring his features.
At this moment, he’d just kicked his opponent’s leg, grabbed his head with one hand and lifted it high, then pressed a palm between his opponent’s chest and abdomen.
A cracking sound echoed, the opponent’s chest and abdomen collapsed, and he flew and slammed hard onto the floor beneath the arena.
