Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams-Chapter 211 - 138: Heroes Surround and Hunt, I Alone Bear the Burden!

Chapter 211: Chapter 138: Heroes Surround and Hunt, I Alone Bear the Burden!

Buzz!

In the venue, accompanied by the end of the warm-up period.

The ground trembled slightly as the nine arenas at the center slowly descended.

A series of gears turning could be heard as the ground in the center split apart, revealing three even larger square arenas.

Each was hundreds of meters in size, constructed entirely of some grey material.

There were no railings on either side, making them open and sturdy.

In addition, several virtual screens were projected from ground devices into mid-air, floating like raffle tickets flickering with the names of the Entering Strength masters.

However, the crowd didn’t pay much attention to this.

Instead, their brows furrowed as they looked towards the seats of the Flying Dragon Style.

"During the period of Entering Strength competition, True Intents and Sect Leaders, please proceed to the meeting room behind the venue."

Jiang Yunshan, responsible for maintaining order in the venue, spoke up again, to the dissatisfaction of the Gold-splitting Flying Eagle Stream’s Elder, who frowned.

"Jiang Yunshan, what exactly is your Flying Dragon Style trying to do?"

In the query, the other top-tier schools showed similar expressions.

It was already strange that the Flying Dragon Style had suddenly intervened in this Martial Arts Tournament.

Coupled with the current situation, they had all sensed that something was amiss.

"Heh, my apologies for not explaining clearly."

Unperturbed, Jiang Yunshan instead bowed and added: "It is our Grandmaster who has made the request, not I alone."

At those words, the atmosphere fell silent.

Even the haughty individuals from the Gold-splitting Flying Eagle Stream quieted down.

Grandmaster, the pinnacle of Martial Arts.

Nobody dared to disrespect.

"Well played, a Grandmaster’s request."

An Elder from the Golden Saber Sect scoffed, but eventually he took the initiative and walked towards the exit at the back of the arena.

Seeing him take the lead, the expressions of the True Intent Elders from the other top-tier schools varied.

Some scoffed, some flicked their sleeves, but in the end, they chose to silently follow.

One by one the True Intents left the venue, and Chen Feng and the others all looked towards their own Sect Leaders.

"I’m afraid something big is about to happen."

"Sigh..."

Lu Sect Master from Ten Thousand Refinement Sect shook his head speaking those words, and Li Tong’s expression became grave, the usual smile fading from his face.

After hesitating for a moment.

He looked at Chen Feng.

"My dear disciple, it will be up to you in a bit."

After exchanging looks, Chen Feng felt something was amiss.

As if seeing through his thoughts, Li Tong gestured towards the departing True Intents from the other schools.

More and more were leaving, a major force was gathering.

Moreover, this was a summons from a Grandmaster.

"Don’t worry, a Grandmaster is also someone who cares about face."

Patting Chen Feng on the shoulder, Li Tong finally turned and left with Lu Sect Master.

Watching Li Tong’s slightly portly figure retreat, Chen Feng stood in silence.

"Master won’t be in trouble, right?"

Zhao Tingxiao said worriedly.

"With so many schools here, the Flying Dragon Style shouldn’t mess around," Lin Xiaoyun said analytically. freēwēbnovel.com

Despite her words, they were all somewhat worried.

Ever since they arrived at Yun Gang, they felt restrained everywhere.

At this moment, this feeling was oppressively intense.

The atmosphere was silent until the end.

Chen Feng sat back in his original seat, not uttering a word.

Grandmaster.

Everything was because of these two words.

Flame Tiger Sect had retreated because of this same reason.

Flying Dragon Style had risen against the tide and had dominated Yun Gang for thirty years, also for this reason.

Thinking of this, Chen Feng looked at the panel in front of him.

[Heart of Glory LV1:90/100]

If Talent could be leveled up, granting the Holy Shield Giant a chance for enhancement.

Then even a Grandmaster could potentially be dealt with.

"Chen?"

Noticing the coolness in Chen Feng’s eyes, Zhao Jushan worriedly asked.

"It will be over."

Chen Feng closed his eyes and reopened them, giving a response.

"Everything will come to an end."

....

Bang!

Ten minutes later, on the third arena.

A figure was sent flying out.

The prestigious Second Level of Entering Strength was struck with a palm and fell off the stage, unconscious.

Gazes filled with shock and doubt looked towards the stage, where a young man in a blue Flying Dragon robe stood with an indifferent face, his sleeve embroidered with a line of seven characters.

"Too weak."

Muttering to himself, he glanced over all the schools present in the venue.

Zhan Wushuang from Golden Splitting Eagle Stream, Pang Kui from Whale Body Covering Sea School, Zheng Shan from Giant Elephant Sect, members of the Lion Heart Sect...

Each one a top Entering Strength powerhouse mentioned in the intelligence reports, including Chen Feng.

After a brief eye contact, he withdrew his gaze indifferently.

Then he looked left and right.

The battles on the other two arenas continued, featuring weaker members of other schools.

"Why the need for a draw..."

"Wouldn’t it be better to settle it all at once?"

Shaking his head in incomprehension, fortunately, he jumped off and left the arena.

"This guy’s strong, seems like the Seventh True Inheritor of the Flying Dragon Style."

"I heard there are six others like him, all under the age of thirty, each one at Triple Level of Entering Strength, and each more formidable than the last."

"The Flying Dragon Style... they want to trample on all other schools."

The murmurs continued, and within the Giant Elephant Sect’s seats, Zhang Tai and Zheng Shan’s faces were serious.

Several True Inheritors from Golden Splitting Eagle, stout men from Whale Body Covering Sea School...

Chen Feng could sense their solemnity, including Zhao Jushan and others nearby.

Beep!

The arena was emptied, and the virtual screen flickered with numbers again.

Soon, a noteworthy figure stood up.

Resembling a huge whale, his breathing stirred up a wave of commotion.

"It’s Pang Kui!"

Zhao Jushan’s face turned grave as eyes from across the room focused on him.

The towering body, over two meters tall, leaped onto the stage with a stomp.

Boom!

The ground trembled slightly.

Then, as the screen flickered again, settling on an opponent.

Everyone’s expression suddenly became tense.

Step!

A similarly towering figure in a blue robe emerged, seemingly in his mid-twenties, and casually climbed up the steps to the stage.

The body adorned with a ferocious Flying Dragon and the three embroidered characters on the cuff drew attention.

"Is he the Flying Dragon Style’s Third True Inheritor?"

"Then, surely Pang Kui is bound to win, right?"

Similar murmurs arose, as Zhan Wushuang from the Golden Splitting Eagle Stream narrowed his eyes slightly.