The Rise of Dragon Son-in-Law
Chapter 224 - 220: Not to be Underestimated

Chapter 224: Chapter 220: Not to be Underestimated

"Are you convinced now?"

Long Chen looked at Yang Su with a smile.

Yang Su sighed, shook his head, and said, "I am convinced, but I can’t figure out why the old senior seemed to be at a disadvantage the whole time."

"Your vision is good, but you missed a little," Long Chen said with a light laughter. "The middle-aged man seemed to be at a disadvantage, but his eyes were very firm, like a lone wolf waiting for the perfect opportunity to hunt.

I’m almost certain he was feigning weakness, just waiting for the perfect moment to defeat the elder in one move."

"I see," Yang Su had a moment of realization. "I tend to look only at the surface, I need to learn more from you."

"But you’ll have to pay tuition for that."

Long Chen whispered.

"I’ll pay it."

"Let’s have a lesson tonight, and I’ll teach you well," Long Chen said.

"Mm-hmm, I’ll definitely be a well-behaved student."

The two looked at each other and smiled, their understanding complete.

"You two be careful now. There’s a single dog here—you really think I don’t understand what you’re saying?"

Liu Mo couldn’t help saying.

At this moment, she suddenly felt an urge to fall in love.

It was an urge she hadn’t felt in a very long time.

"Liu Mo, would you like to take a class?"

Yang Su teased.

Liu Mo paused for a second before responding, "I haven’t found the right teacher yet."

"Ha ha, then you’ll have to work hard."

"I will."

As they chatted idly, another challenger took the stage.

This time, however, the reigning champion was the middle-aged man who had just won.

The second match was equally intense compared to the first one.

But it was apparent that neither were fighting with all their might.

Because everyone knew very well that, even though they were strong, there was no chance of them becoming the Alliance Hierarch.

The position of Martial Alliance Hierarch was inevitably going to be one of those three Martial Arts Grandmasters.

And the reason they still wanted to get onstage and go through the motions was a desire to be ranked higher. By ranking higher, they’d be able to hold important positions within the Martial Alliance and would wield considerable power.

As match after match began and ended, Long Chen’s initial interest waned to boredom.

But now Long Chen couldn’t leave.

After enduring for three hours, the contest among the thirty had finally reached the end with only three advancing.

These three were quite formidable.

And these three would challenge the three Martial Arts Grandmasters in succession.

The three Martial Arts Grandmasters were Zhan Taidao, fifth on the Martial King List, Hua Qingfeng, third on the list, and Cao Qiu, who was seventh.

These three were the strongest recognized by everyone.

If all went as expected, the Alliance Hierarch would be born from among them.

And the three who had made it to the final round stood no chance against the Martial Arts Grandmaster level experts, so they didn’t even go through the motions and directly conceded.

Thus, the struggle for the position of Alliance Hierarch naturally evolved into a competition between these three.

However, the three who had voluntarily given up were also bound to be assigned important positions—that was unquestionable.

Soon, all three were called onto the stage.

He Huaijun faced these three martial experts and couldn’t help but feel very nervous, speaking carefully as he announced the rules.

But as soon as the rules were announced, Cao Qiu, seventh on the Martial King List, laughed and said, "I will not participate in the contest. Who the title of Alliance Hierarch falls to is bound to be between Senior Zhan Tai and Senior Hua Qingfeng, I will just watch and learn some experience."

"That’s not right, Cao Qiu, to be the Alliance Hierarch you don’t necessarily have to be invincible in martial force—intelligence is equally important, and you, skilled in both literature and martial arts, are qualified to compete," Zhan Taidao said with a smile.

"No, no, no," Cao Qiu waved his hands, understanding it was a polite gesture: "Senior Zhan Tai, I, Cao Qiu, always keep my word—when I say I will not compete, I will not compete, because I know that compared to you two seniors, I am still much weaker."

With that said, Cao Qiu gave a bow and then slowly backed to the edge of the stage.

"Since Cao brother has stepped down, then we two will simply have a friendly match. It’s been many years since I’ve acted, and I don’t know if I can still perform at my peak."

Hua Qingfeng said with a smile.

"Brother Hua’s Qingfeng Sword Technique is so divinely transcendent that it sends chills down my spine every time I think of it; I just hope I don’t lose too terribly," laughed Zhan Taidao.

"No, no, no, compared to Brother Zhan’s Divinity Transformation Technique, mine is just a minor skill."

The two humbly exchanged pleasantries on the stage.

He Huaijun didn’t know what to say, and dared not to interject randomly, so he quietly retreated to the edge.

Seeing this, Long Chen couldn’t help but say, "Both seniors are esteemed experts of our time. Everyone is very eager to witness both seniors’ peerless Martial Arts. The two of you may as well hurry up, no need for pleasantries now."

Hearing Long Chen’s words, Hua Qingfeng turned his head and glanced at Long Chen, his gaze enigmatic.

Zhan Taidao then followed up, "What Long Chen says makes a lot of sense, so let’s cut to the chase and begin. What do you think, Brother Hua?"

"Fine."

Hua Qingfeng extended his hand and drew the long sword that had been strapped to his back.

As the three-foot green blade was unsheathed, a flash of azure light passed by, and the sharp aura, carrying an inexplicable charm, intimidated the entire audience.

"What a Qingfeng Demon-suppressing Sword."

Zhan Taidao exclaimed in admiration.

"Brother Zhan, it begins now."

Hua Qingfeng wielded his sword and charged at Zhan Taidao.

The sword in his hand immediately emitted a sonorous tremor, like the long cry of a divine bird.

At the same time, visible azure sword energy tore through the air, slashing down from above.

This sword seemed ordinary, but its power was incredibly fearsome, capable of cutting metal and smashing rocks without difficulty.

Zhan Taidao’s expression turned solemn, and he didn’t dare be careless, quickly raising both hands and employing his footwork to dodge swiftly.

But Hua Qingfeng’s sword followed closely like a shadow, pressing him at every step.

Seeing that he couldn’t dodge, Zhan Taidao’s right hand suddenly lifted, his palm flickering with a faint red glow.

Clang.

He struck out with a palm, hitting the Qingfeng Demon-suppressing Sword at an extremely tricky angle.

The Demon-suppressing Sword vibrated, and the azure light intensified.

The next second, both men grunted and retreated, their steps nearly identical.

"Brother Zhan’s Inner Strength has grown even more profound than before, impressive."

Hua Qingfeng said in a deep voice.

"Brother Hua is still vigorous with age. Let’s go again."

Zhan Taidao initiated an attack.

The battle at this moment officially began.

Both were unparalleled experts on the Martial King List, with Inner Strength and moves that were almost impeccable.

Their duel felt like watching a magnificent performance, more exciting than any blockbuster movie.

Because this was reality, not special effects.

The azure light and red glows were all manifestations of True Qi. Only a Martial Arts Grandmaster could achieve such effects, making it appear incredibly surreal, yet undeniable in its existence.

"The strength of a Martial Arts Grandmaster Level fighter is indeed terrifying. If I were to face an opponent of this level, I’m guessing I’d be defeated in one move."

Yang Su said sincerely.

"Truly formidable." Long Chen likewise became more solemn.

He believed that if it were a one-on-one fight, whether it be Zhan Taidao or Hua Qingfeng, he was confident he could suppress either.

However, if both of them or even adding Cao Qiu into the mix, whether he could remain standing was indeed uncertain.

Martial Arts Grandmasters should not be underestimated!

From this moment on, Long Chen truly began to feel a strong sense of vigilance towards the forming Martial Alliance.

"Long Chen, if you were to face Senior Zhan, what chances do you think you have?" Yang Su whispered to Long Chen.

Long Chen thought for a moment and said, "Eighty percent."

Hiss.

Yang Su sucked in a breath of cold air, "Are you that confident?"

"Actually, I wanted to say ninety percent, but I’ve only sensed the intensity of the True Qi from a distance and don’t know how powerful it really is, so I can only claim eighty percent," Long Chen replied.

"What if it were both of them together?" Yang Su inquired further.

Long Chen fell silent.

His silence made Yang Su instantly understand a lot.

"Anyway, we should still be cautious. As long as we’re careful, I don’t think fighters of their caliber would truly join forces to deal with you alone. After all, they have their reputations to consider," Yang Su said softly.

"Hope so, but I also need to be prepared for the worst-case scenario—that they join together against me. Planning for the worst isn’t a bad thing; it’s better to be safe than sorry," Long Chen said quietly.

His conversation with Yang Su was very soft, so Sun Weiwei and Liu Mo could not hear it.

Liu Mo and Sun Weiwei were ordinary people who had never witnessed such unimaginable duels on stage before. They watched with rapt attention, afraid to miss even a moment.