Chapter 408: Who Can Win the Championship?
ng didn't say a word, turned around and left.Go to hell with his Yuan Stone, go to hell with his top-tier external palace Dao arts!This whole thing is just creepy, and now there's blood.Books say that...July 12th, it is still a fine day.
During the Huanghe Gathering, there couldn't possibly be any unsuitable weather.
The six pillars of harmony still towered, and people from all nations thronged to enter.
Six supreme celestial beings descended, their forms towering above all.
The Jade Emperor Mountain Zhenjun Yu Xi appeared in person to preside over the main competition, and Mr. Ao took his seat again.
Everything was the same as yesterday, except that the young geniuses participating in the battle had been replaced by those from the Imperial Court.
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Jiang Wang was still sitting in the front row.
Friends from Qi are all seated not far behind.
The encouraging words had already been said, there was no one to disturb him now.
Ye Lingxiao and his daughter were sitting in the northwest stands, whispering softly to each other.
He did as Ye Zhenren had instructed, keeping his ears covered and pretending not to know Du Ruhui.
Zhong Xuan Zun came today as well, still sitting beside her. After a night of treatment, although he still looked very weak, he was thankfully out of danger.
In short, the beautiful scenery remains the same, and a good time awaits singing.
Jiang Wang held his sword across his knees, his hands lightly resting on the blade, sitting still and silent.
When it comes to his life of practice, he actually began when he was a child.
It's just that those disciples from prestigious families were guided by strong masters since childhood to cultivate their bodies and increase the possibility of successfully opening up their meridians. All sorts of techniques, secret arts, and even experiences were arranged in the most suitable way for them.
While Jiang Wang relied on his own arduous training, starting from ordinary martial arts, he gradually honed himself.
On June 15, the 39th year of Daoli calendar, he officially opened his meridians and successfully ascended to a higher realm. It has been more than two years since then.
Before extraordinary achievements come the relentless pursuit of honing skills, never slacking off. How many hardships have already been endured need not be repeated. From the moment he returned from Mount Xi bathed in blood, that memory will forever remain etched in his heart.
Over the past two years, I've experienced so much...so many hardships, so much pain, so many moments of despair.
But no matter when or where, he never gave up his efforts. No matter what he faced, he never gave up on himself.
Seeking hope in despair, forging a path in adversity.
Along the way, every day, every hour, every minute, he was moving forward.
Press on unwaveringly.
So, today is the day to put all of this to the test.
Today, all eyes are on this.
Today, at the Guanhe Terrace, celestial prodigies from all nations gather.
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Today, he and his longing have been waiting for a long time.
The world should be waiting, for a name called "Jiang Wang".
A sword honed in the depths of a decade's time... It should be known to the world as frostflower!
Unlike the eagerness of the past few days, at this moment today, Chang Xiangsi is surprisingly quiet. Not even a single cry can be heard.
It probably knows that it can bloom freely today.
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The martial arts stage was still eight seats, divided into Jia, Yi, Bing, Ding, Wu, Ji, Geng, and Xin.
>Every round, it merges once. Eight into four, four into one.
Truly Honorable Lord Yu Xi stood on the stage, his voice reaching every ear: “Today is the grand tournament within the Imperial Court. Sixteen prodigies vie for the top spot. Please prepare yourselves!”
The light curtain unfolded like a scroll, sixteen names of inner palace realm geniuses shimmering on it like stars.
Every name listed here represents the chosen one of a nation, a genius who has emerged from millions and achieved the "most outstanding" inner palace realm.
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But only one person can take the top spot.
The name that changes, this extremely short period of time, is especially long in the anxious wait.
When the names on the screen finally stopped, many people let out a long sigh of relief. The starting lineup was set and there would be no further changes.
The Heavenly Proud of Jing Nation, Huang Sheli, faces off against the Yeh-lu Zhi of Liao Nation.
The Chu state prodigy, Xiang Bei, faces off against the Yue state prodigy, Bai Yu Xia.
Qin Guo's prodigy Qin Zhizhen faced off against Dan Guo's prodigy Xiao Shu.
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The most watched newcomer among the participating nations is likely Deng Qi, a prodigious talent from the Imperial Court of Mu. He is said to be from the Yuwen clan, but more specific information is unavailable. His opponent is Yin Wenhua, the celestial prodigy of Song Nation.
This person did not, as many people thought, choose a relatively weaker opponent. Instead, they chose a regional power like the State of Song, demonstrating the confidence of a hegemonic state...
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Sixteen prodigies of the Inner Palace realm looked at the light curtain with different expressions.
Some are calm and composed, some are full of confidence, and some are full of fighting spirit.
But none of them, could express themselves as complexly as Lin Zhengren does right now...
...that kind of facial expression controlled by amazing willpower, and eyes with drastically fluctuating emotions...conflicting and chaotic, giving people a very contradictory and complex feeling.
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He was originally elegant and composed, with the attitude of "if it goes further, it's a step forward, if it doesn't go further, it's still glorious." He sat on the front row war room seat.
In the sixteen nations competing in the Yellow River Grand Tournament, Zhuang Guo was the least likely to make it.
He has already created the best results in Zhuang Guo's history, and Zhuang Guo's requirement for him is only "to show his style." Compared to the other fifteen prodigies, he should be psychologically advantageous.
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Besides, he had studied every potential opponent meticulously and prepared more than one countermeasure. There's always the possibility of going further.
However...
Above the light screen, it displayed that Lin Zhengren was going to face off against Jiang Wang, the genius of the Qi State!
In contrast, Jiang Shaohua of China let out a sigh of relief.
Although Xia Guo's Tianjiao touched pity on the surface with a resolute expression of vowing to avenge his country—he also felt that he would definitely be chosen by Qi Guo's Tianjiao and had made preparations to fight with all his might—his eyes at this moment clearly relaxed.
Of course, some people can't help but chuckle secretly.
The Qí state's prodigy did not target the Xiá state or attack the Shèn state, but chose Zhuāng state's prodigy, who was relatively weaker on paper in the top sixteen... Isn't this a sign of lacking confidence
Just that Ji Zhaonan and Chong Xuanzun's performances were too dazzling, making these people more cautious about Jiang Wang's abilities and temporarily hesitant to express their opinions.
While Jiang Wang himself, his expression was calm, and his eyes were serene.
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He simply made the choices he wanted to make. What others think or say about it doesn't concern him.
He rose from his seat and, with great politeness, greeted Cao Jie, Ji Zhao nan, and Chong Xuan. He also exchanged glances with a few friends in the stands, then pressed his hand to his sword hilt and walked down from the viewing area toward the Gengzi martial arts platform.
He stood tall and walked with ease, as if strolling through his own backyard, among familiar flowers, trees, and plants. There wasn't a hint of nervousness or anxiety on him.
Looking at him, one can feel that there is an indescribable beauty in his every step.
That is the ethereal charm brought by the mystical arts, "walking on air as if on solid ground." Even though I'm walking on solid ground now, I still feel like a fairy.
But only in Lin Zhengren's view.
He felt the other person's footsteps were heavy, each step landing on his heartbeat.
He sat in the stands, watching that familiar figure, one that often appeared in his nightmares, step by step, walk down from the stands and onto the martial arts stage.
Knock, knock.
The sound of the heartbeat is so clear.
He started to feel short of breath.
From the moment he saw the starting lineup, he was short of breath.
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It's like an invisible hand, gripping...gripping his heart tightly.
Because of his intelligence, it's easy to figure out why he ended up facing Jiang Wang!
A voice roared in his heart—
"He wants to kill me!"
"He... wanted to kill me!"
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On the martial arts stage of the main competition of this Yellow River Gathering, under the watchful eyes of True Lord Yu Xi, Jiang Wang wanted to kill him!ace was sealed off.... the arrangement here was still that of a funeral, not much different from what Jiang Wang had seen when he came to pay his respects that day.Of course, Jiang Wuqi's coffin has a...