Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams-Chapter 209 - 137: The Plan to Break Through True Intent_2

Chapter 209: Chapter 137: The Plan to Break Through True Intent_2

Flame Tiger Sect ranked sixteenth in the previous tournament, sitting in the second row.

The Ten Thousand Refinement Sect was ranked in the thirties, but since seats extended backwards in a fan shape, both groups were seated quite close, one in front of the other.

Disciples of both parties naturally walked together, and in the midst of it, Chen Feng’s Perception stirred, detecting some ill will.

Turning his head to look, it was the Songhe Style, also seated in the second row area.

That white-haired elderly True Intent Master, Yang Chengyuan, was sitting among them; his dignified presence and eyes filled with murderous intent swept over him several times.

His disciples were also mostly cold-faced and shared similar expressions.

In addition, the several schools that blocked the way yesterday were once again seen by Chen Feng.

Either in the second row or the third row.

Yi Fist Flow, Trigram Palm, Giant Bear Lineage, Fei Niao Sect...

Looking over, their faces were mostly unfamiliar, but their expressions were similar to Songhe Style, with some coldness and malice.

Including those two plump and skinny True Intents who blocked the way, who also appeared again.

"Looks like you’ve made quite a few enemies."

"Have you thought about how you will end this?"

Lu Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Refinement Sect quietly asked, having also noticed these malicious gazes.

Li Tong nodded almost imperceptibly but did not speak.

It wasn’t that no one had advised him to give up this tournament.

Who doesn’t understand the saying, ’better to keep the green mountains than burn all the wood’?

But some things...

Relating to the ultimate honor of the sect, he couldn’t afford to retreat any further.

Seeing this, Lu Sect Master sighed and said no more.

Thus, the group made their way to be seated in the second and third rows.

Hundreds of schools arrived successively, and the buzzing discussions grew louder.

Until finally, there was a stir at the entrance of the venue.

Chen Feng’s gaze fell as he looked over; a dozen figures were the last to arrive.

Robed, mostly in white, a few in blue.

The only commonality was that on the upper part of the robes, there was an image of a soaring dragon amidst clouds, with fangs and claws displayed.

"They’ve arrived."

Zhao Jushan spoke solemnly.

Not just him, nearly a hundred schools present, totaling thousands of people, all turned their attention to them.

Their aura steady, complexions rosy.

From the Refining Internal Realm to the Entering Force Triple Level, and two True Intents leading.

Without a hint of courtesy, the people of Flying Dragon Style directly took their seats in the central main positions of the first row.

"Isn’t Flying Dragon Style a bit too arrogant?" freēwēbηovel.c૦m

"They haven’t participated in the Martial Arts Tournament before, and they don’t have a rank, but now they’ve just taken the chief seat, what does that mean?"

"Look at the people from Gold-splitting Flying Eagle Stream; their faces are turning dark."

Whispers arose, filled with dissatisfaction.

Swoosh!

Immediately, a True Intent Master from Flying Dragon Style leapt onto the podium in the center, which was a white ash-colored stage.

Ignoring the frowning expressions of the other schools, he spoke out loud.

"Flying Dragon Style, Jiang Yunshan, greets all fellow martial artists."

His voice was solid, without needing a microphone, clearly reaching everyone’s ears.

A faintly visible Flying Dragon Illusion quietly emerged, circling behind him.

He looked to be only in his forties, yet the true intent energy he emanated was exceptionally pure, matching any Sect Leader present.

With just this move, the noise in the venue dissipated by more than half.

"It has been thirty years since my Flying Dragon Style last participated in the Martial Arts Tournament. I suppose many fellow martial artists might have forgotten us."

Speaking calmly, the True Intent Middle-aged, Jiang Yunshan, looked around and slowly continued: "But it doesn’t matter."

"Because in this Martial Arts Tournament, everyone will certainly remember us."

"Remember, my Heavenly Water Flying Dragon Style."

A dragon’s roar sounded as the True Intent Illusion behind him rose into the sky, surprisingly circling above the entire venue.

Such commotion alarmed many from the smaller schools, including True Intent Masters from the top five major schools like Giant Elephant Sect, who also looked on with stern frowns.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Perception stirred.

Chen Feng’s gaze shifted, looking towards the seats of the Flying Dragon Style.

"They don’t seem all that impressive."

"Are these the ones our lineage once contended with? To be honest, they seem quite weak."

"I’m afraid we might kill them during the competition."

Dozens of looks quietly exchanged; indifferent, curious, disdainful, provocative...

Chen Feng could sense some undisguised malice, especially from a few True Disciples in blue robes.

"Senior Brother..."

Zhao Tingxiao sat by the side, looking rather displeased.

He too could feel he was being provocatively scrutinized and talked about by the people from Flying Dragon Style, and a nameless anger welled up inside him.

"Junior Zhao, stay calm."

Zhao Jushan patted his shoulder, offering a word of consolation.

This was the nature of the Martial Arts Tournament, concerning the ranking of schools and the competition for territory.

Few people would offer goodwill.

Moreover, Flying Dragon Style already had some grievances with them.

Chen Feng’s expression, however, remained calm, watching the True Intent Middle-aged on the stage, finish his speech, and declaring the start of the duels.

"It looks like it’s the same old rules."

Lin Xiaoyun remarked, as figures from various seats in the venue began to step out, mostly young people at the Refining Internal Realm Level.

Although the focus was on Entering Strength and True Intent.

However, to give some youngins exposure and experience, warming up the stage.

Each Martial Arts Tournament would always allot one or two hours beforehand for disciples below Entering Strength Level to go up to the stage for sparring and challenges.

Tap tap!

Suddenly amid the mix of discussions.

Figures on the stage could be seen flickering, with disciples from mid-ranking lineages soon taking the stage.

"I from Green Cloud Palm, challenge Moon Shadow Style!"

"Fei Niao Sect, dare to fight?"

"Yi Fist Flow, get down here!"

Similar voices continued to rise, and the challenged sects did not show weakness, promptly leaping out onto the stage for the showdown.