Peerless Genius System

Chapter 826: Mine

It would seem that Chen Feng had earned the wrath of the other competitors. The Martial Emperors in the arena were all glaring at him indignantly and gritting their teeth.

Lu De coughed to break the tension and bellowed, "I will now announce the rules of the competition. There is only one rule. You may not use lethal weapons and do not go any further than necessary. Everyone must listen to…"

He abruptly stopped talking midway through his briefing, for Xiao Luo teleported onto the stage with no warning and startled Lu De with his sudden appearance.

It was when he was only on stage that Xiao Luo distinctly heard the rules mentioned by Lu De and he hurled the Dragon Saber backward with his left hand. It soared tens of meters through the air like a magical blade and landed next to Ghost. The sheath of the sword sank some five to six centimeters into the dirt, and the Dragon Saber stood dead straight like a pole planted in the ground.

It was not to show off, for the Dragon Saber would only recognize its master, so Ghost could not hold on to it. Otherwise, Xiao Luo would have tossed the sword right into her hands.

However, no one noticed the Dragon Saber. They only caught a glimpse of a sudden movement Xiao Luo made on stage.

"This young man is super fast. Even I cannot perceive his moves."

Lu De muttered to himself as he stared at Xiao Luo with fear showing in his age-worn eyes.

The other Martial Emperors who joined the competition gawked at Xiao Luo anxiously. They could sense the potent energy emanating from the lad standing before them. Of course, most of the spectators had no idea what was going on.

"Huh? We now have a Martial Master who dares to go up to join the fun. Is he not biting more than he can chew?"

"Everyone wants a God Weapon. But I think these guys have gone overboard in their quest to get one."

"Well, we shall see how they will die later. A Martial Master and a Martial Spirit—nothing more than a couple of dumb pigs!"

The crowd standing below the stage continued to ridicule Xiao Luo and Chen Feng.

Meanwhile, Chen Feng's companions were smiling. Their faces were full of confidence, and they looked at the surrounding spectators as if they were looking at fools.

The Martial Emperors on the stage had got over the surprise of the two young men joining the competition. The skinny middle-aged Martial Emperor sneered, "Are all Martial Masters and Martial Spirits these days so arrogant? I do not know what gives insignificant fighters like you the courage to go after the God Weapons!"

Both Xiao Luo and Chen Feng ignored his mocking remarks.

Chen Feng walked over to Xiao Luo to speak to him courteously, but Xiao Luo could sense his insincerity. "Brother Xiao, I bet your real cultivation level is not a Martial Master. Otherwise, you would not have come up here. Am I right?"

Xiao Luo only wanted the Time-Space Bracelet. He was not interested in such trivial discussions. Suddenly, he dashed across the stage and stood facing the skinny Martial Emperor and Chen Feng. He eyed them indifferently and said, "The Time-Space Bracelet is mine. Get down, both of you!"

He spoke softly but in a commanding tone, and there was little doubt he was demanding for their obeisance.

When the word spread out, the entire square plunged into silence. Then there was unrest in the crowd.

"What the? What the heck is the guy thinking?"

"He is just a puny Martial Master. What gives him the courage to speak like that to a Martial Emperor?"

"Crazy, he must be crazy. He became mad thinking about getting a god weapon."

"Where is this guy from? Is he trying to make people laugh up there?"

"If it is a joke, then I guess he has done well because I am laughing. Haha, haha…"

Everyone in the audience mocked Xiao Luo as they considered him a fool who knew nothing about being honorable.

"Well, they may laugh at him now. But their eyes are going to pop out later," Duck Emperor crowed as he casually picked his nose inside Ghost's pocket. He knew people often underestimated Xiao Luo's capabilities, only to be surprised later.

Ghost did not speak. After acquiring the Phantom Dancer, she was over the moon and beaming with joy.

The Martial Emperors on stage thought they were having hearing problems as well. Why did a mere Martial Master dare to speak to them in that manner?

"What did you say, kid?" asked the skinny Martial Emperor as he squinted his eyes. He was suppressing his anger.

"Did I not say it clear enough just now? I want the Time-Space Bracelet. All of you, piss off!" repeated Xiao Luo as he stared right into the man's eyes, neither humble nor overbearing. Xiao Luo was determined to own the Time-Space Bracelet.

'Gasp!"

The crowd held their breaths and thought, this kid is crazy. How could he say something as arrogant as that?

As expected, the skinny Martial Emperor became furious. A powerful wave of energy exploded from his body and the solid floor of the stage sunk where his feet stood.

"Go to hell, you puny little gnat!"

Rumbling sound waves reverberated like a peal of thunder. Many of the onlookers close by covered their ears in trepidation.

The Martial Emperor morphed into green light and flew toward Xiao Luo like a ray of photons. In a flash, he smashed his fist into Xiao Luo's face. But by then, Xiao Luo's True Inner Force had already activated on its own into an invisible barrier enshrouding his body.

The brutal fist-strike slammed viciously into the invisible barrier instead.

BOOM!

A loud earth-shattering blast resounded on the stage, causing a powerful cyclone of energy to erupt. The surging force pushed the spectators standing near the stage, at least two to three feet back. Many fell backward onto the ground as chaos ensued.

The other Martial Emperors and Dwarven Elders flew into the air immediately. They hovered in the air and watched from a safe distance above.

Chen Feng's reaction was not too slow either. He retreated like a bolt of lightning. In a few quick leaps, he bounded back at least two feet away from the stage. In the center of the stage, the energy swirled in violent winds, howling and sweeping across the floor. Chen Feng felt as if he was standing before a hurricane. His hair was fluttering uncontrollably as dirt and dust swirled in the air. For a while, he found it difficult to open his eyes. It would imply that the skinny Martial Emperor had used at least 70% to 80% of his power.

"Arrgh!"

Suddenly, everyone heard an anguished shriek.

The skinny Martial Emperor spurted blood from his mouth and flew backward, struck by a powerful thrust. He fell to the ground and continued to cough out several mouthfuls of blood.

Gradually, the ravaging storm abated, and the violent winds ceased.

The exchange left an enormous pit half a meter deep on the stage floor. Xiao Luo stood in front of the giant hole, rooted in the same spot like an iron stake. At that moment, he seemed invincible. The True Inner Force was still swirling around him, imbued with some Divine Power. To those who witnessed the event, Xiao Luo appeared like a king who had an entire world underneath his feet.

The audience fell into a dead silence. It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. With eyes wide open, they stared at the lone figure on the stage in disbelief. Many held their breaths while some heaved in fear. Chills ran down their spines when they learned that the skinny Martial Emperor was the defeated one. He had lost to the young guy who was only a Martial Master after just one exchange.

It is terrifying!

How could it be possible?

The skinny Martial Emperor looked at Xiao Luo with abject fear in his eyes. He was the one who struck first, but it was he who lost in the end. It was incredible that the young guy did not even move an inch and only relied on his external aura alone to deflect the power of the Martial Emperor's punch back into him.

How could such a monster exist in the world? The other party looked like a youngster. How was it possible that he had already attained a cultivation level above Martial Guru?

Even the other Martial Emperors and dwarven elders hovering in the air had similar thoughts. Who could remain calm? They were all staring at the figure standing on the stage with horror in their eyes. The man standing there was neither humble nor overbearing. Who was he?