Martial Conquest of the Nine Desolates
Chapter 190 - 188: Fateful Confrontation

Chapter 190: Chapter 188: Fateful Confrontation

Floating in mid-air on the arena, the Ten Great Talents and Crown Prince Long Chen stood proudly, receiving the admiration of all Martial Artists.

They represented the peak strength of the young generation in Black Dragon Country, radiating the most dazzling brilliance, and from today onward, they would become the targets of countless youths.

Reaching this point, even if they couldn’t become the Young Supreme, they harbored no regrets.

"Your performance can only barely be considered satisfactory." The King stood in the air with arms behind his back, his gaze deep, and no one could guess what he was thinking.

This indifferent statement stunned the Ten Great Talents, sending chills down their spines.

Except for the two young people who rose through opportunistic shortcuts, the other eight had reached this point through the baptism of relentless trials.

And yet, such performance was only just sufficient?

At this moment, many eyes turned towards Crown Prince Long Chen, standing on the first arena. His purple robe fluttered, his unkempt hair danced in the wind, and his expression was utterly serene.

It became clear to everyone that the King was definitely comparing the Ten Great Talents with Long Chen.

Being the foremost amongst the young generation, Long Chen had already transcended the level of the Ten Great Talents, reaching an unimaginable stage; there was simply no comparison.

"Hmph, on the Supreme Battle later, I’ll test out Long Chen’s current strength!" The bellicose Heaven’s Pride, Xue Zhan, true to his name, wanted to fight, even knowing well he wasn’t Long Chen’s match.

"After the fierce battle just now, you ten must have expended a lot of energy; I’ll give you four hours to regulate your qi before the competition for the Supreme Battle starts," said the King, then ten Elixirs fell precisely into the hands of the Ten Great Talents.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

After receiving the Elixirs, the Ten Great Talents swallowed them without hesitation and began regulating their qi right on the Heavenly Pride Arena, preparing for the upcoming Supreme Battle.

"We must become the Young Supreme!" The mystic martial experts in the Imperial Palace felt their palms sweat.

If their Sect’s prodigy became the Young Supreme, they could enter the Emperor’s Cultivation Land and bring out a vast quantity of treasures to bolster their Sect’s foundation, making it impossible for them not to feel anxious.

Meanwhile, in the taverns and inns of the Imperial City, the atmosphere was extremely lively with people’s discussions.

"This year’s Heavenly Pride Battle is so thrilling; it’s got my blood boiling."

"Yes, I think the first Young Supreme will definitely be Crown Prince Long Chen," a middle-aged Martial Artist said excitedly.

His words immediately garnered a wave of rolled eyes.

"Nonsense, the first Young Supreme obviously has to be Crown Prince Long Chen; the question is, who will be the second Young Supreme?" a resident of the Imperial City said.

"I favor Wang Lin the Heavenly Pride; his strength is immense, definitely on par with a Second-class Innate Limit warrior."

"Which among the Ten Great Talents isn’t strong? Moreover, being a Loose Cultivator, Wang Lin inherently has a disadvantage compared to Sect disciples, making it very difficult for him to become the second Young Supreme," an old man opposed, analyzing meticulously.

Hearing the old man’s analysis, many people nodded in agreement.

No matter how strong one’s natural talent is, how can it compare to a Sect’s nurturing?

As time passed, the atmosphere in the Imperial City grew even more intense, with many Martial Artists even starting betting pools.

...

"Time is up," the King’s authoritative voice echoed.

Swish!

The Ten Great Talents, who were meditating, opened their eyes simultaneously, stood up, and with astonishing beams of light piercing the void, they burst forth invincible War Intent, shattering everything.

The warriors in the Imperial Palace were invigorated, all looking up with anticipation.

"You eleven will compete for the titles of Five Young Supremes, the rules are the same as last time."

"Except for Long Chen, the four Heaven’s Pride who place in the top four in the first challenge will be the Arena Masters; the remaining six may choose to challenge. Whoever can stand on the arena at the end will be the Young Supreme."

After the King finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and retrieved six of the Heavenly Pride Arenas, leaving only five arranged in a staircase-like formation clearly delineated above the sky.

The arena should now be called the Supreme Arena.

Standing at the very top of the arena was naturally Long Chen, with He Wudao standing on the second, Xiao Ye on the third, Bing Ya and Xue Zhan occupying the fourth and fifth.

As for Jiang Yunfan, Long Yu, Zhao Qian, and others, they reluctantly fell to the ground.

The five arenas were set to witness the most pinnacle confrontations, with the Five Young Supremes about to emerge, celebrated by millions.

"After selecting the Five Young Supremes, you can continue to challenge each other to rank the positions amongst the Young Supremes."

"If there are no objections, then let us begin," the King declared.

Boom!

As the King’s words fell, the Heaven’s Pride on the ground, with terrifying power fluctuations, assaulted upwards toward the arenas in the sky.

Like the last time, no one dared to attack Long Chen, but instead chose opponents they might defeat.

The two Heaven’s Pride, who had won through opportunism, both chose to challenge Xue Zhan, ranked fifth.

"Damn it, do they take me for a pushover!"

Xue Zhan was furious; his cultivation had been regulated to the peak, standing at the Second-class Innate Limit, his ferocious onslaught defeated the two men in an instant.

"Deserved!"

Seeing the defeat of those two Young Talents, many cheered loudly.

"Xue Zhan, sorry, I’m not sure of victory against others, I have to attack you instead." Just when Xue Zhan had won, Jiang Yunfan appeared, his hair silver.

Xue Zhan’s mouth twitched; he really had become a soft target for others.

"A woman should be easier to deal with than Xue Zhan." Long Yu ascended to the heavens, choosing Bing Ya as his target to challenge.

As Long Yu muttered, he launched an attack at Bing Ya.

Bing Ya, with her saintly demeanor, her hair flowing, launched a strong counterattack, engaging in a fierce battle with Long Yu, sending powerful combat waves sweeping across the Nine-layered Heaven, fiercely intense.

On the second arena, He Wudao, filled with murderous intent, looked towards Xiao Ye.

"Wang Lin, I hope you can become the Young Supreme. When the Supreme Ranking Battle comes, I will strike against you and show you what despair is!" He Wudao’s voice was chillingly cold.

Xiao Ye, indifferent to He Wudao’s threat, looked distantly towards the Purple Robed Youth on the first arena.

"Long Chen, I hope you can be my opponent," Xiao Ye murmured softly.

"Ah!" Being ignored once again, He Wudao was enraged to the extreme, wishing he could tear Xiao Ye to pieces.

Thud!

Just then, a figure extremely familiar to Xiao Ye ascended to the heavens, arriving at his arena.

"Zhao Qian, I didn’t think you’d dare challenge me," Xiao Ye said, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the White Robed Youth opposite him.

Zhao Qian’s challenge was exactly what he wished for.

"Humph, Wang Lin, you publicly insulted the Chongyang Sect, I won’t let you off today!" Zhao Qian snorted, his eyes shimmering with cold light.

From the day in Third Prince Long Yu’s residence, when Xiao Ye refused the Purple Cloud Pill, resentment started growing in him. With his arrogant nature, how difficult it was for him to bow to anyone?

Moreover, after he bowed, the other party didn’t take it seriously, making him very embarrassed.

Xiao Ye sneered, "Insult? If you think I was wrong, you can state what you believe to be the facts."

Zhao Qian was rendered speechless, but his anger intensified even more.

"Today you will undoubtedly die!" Zhao Qian erupted with a surging aura that made the void tremble.

"Although your Innate True Qi is complete, you only possess the strength of Third-class Innate Limit."

"Yet my Innate True Qi is not yet complete, but my strength far surpasses yours. Do you think in our confrontation, who will die?" Xiao Ye’s face was full of mockery, merciless.

Back during the battle among Direct Disciples, he had already defeated Zhao Qian, let alone now.

Suddenly Zhao Qian burst into laughter. "Wang Lin, do you think my Zhao Qian surviving the melee was due to luck?"

Zhao Qian then bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of essence blood.

The blood floated mid-air, slowly forming a complex and bizarre pattern, then merged into Zhao Qian’s body.

Instantly, the aura burst from Zhao Qian’s body was visibly growing faster.

"Is this a Martial Arts Secret Skill!"

Xiao Ye was startled.

His knowledge had broadened enough now to discern that Zhao Qian was using a bizarre Martial Arts Secret Skill, enhancing his strength.

Indeed, Zhao Qian burst into laughter again: "Haha, Wang Lin, this Martial Arts Secret Skill is a Forbidden Technique of the Chongyang Sect; though it might harm me, it boosts my strength tenfold! Although the time is limited, it’s enough to deal with you!"

Zhao Qian’s voice echoed unceasingly from the heavens, startling everyone.

An increase in strength tenfold; how terrifying a Martial Arts Secret Skill!

Zhao Qian’s strength was already at Third-class Innate Limit, but with this secret skill, his strength had definitely reached the Second-class Innate Limit, even invincible at this level; no wonder Zhao Qian was so confident.

The King above the heavens slightly frowned: "Chongyang Sect still has such a powerful secret technique; it seems that the Chongyang Sect Master brought it from the outside world."

"King, should we stop Zhao Qian?" The National Guardian General hurriedly asked.

In his view, Zhao Qian using this technique was disrupting the balance, with enough power to instantly defeat Xiao Ye.

"No need, the Heavenly Pride Battle does not forbid the use of Martial Arts Secret Skills; we just wait and watch the drama unfold," the King said with a mysterious smile, his eyes sparkling as he looked towards Xiao Ye.

The National Guardian General heard this with a face full of doubt; after Zhao Qian’s strength increased by tenfold and would crush Xiao Ye, what kind of spectacle could there possibly be?

Above the heavens, Zhao Qian was unruly to the extreme.

"Wang Lin, if you kneel down now and beg for mercy, I might still spare you; otherwise, I might accidentally cripple you!" Zhao Qian transmitted his Qi to speak.

Xiao Ye remained calm, completely disregarding the unruly Zhao Qian, instead softly muttering to himself, "It’s also time to reveal my identity."

"Zhao Qian, even if your strength has increased tenfold, what of it? I will let you realize that you can only look up to the current me. Your confidence, your arrogance, I will shatter it once more."

This was a battle of fate!