864 Shao Ji (1/2)
The International Superpowers Competition was considered the world's pinnacle tournament for people with superpowers.
The so-called convention was that their cultivation had not broken through past the realm of mortals. Only ancient martial art practitioners or immortal cultivators below the Primordial Soul Realm, as well as people from the western world with superpowers, and those below the Divine Way could participate.
The true strength of the Huatian Palace was in their cultivators of the Primordial Soul Realm and above. Their top-level combat ability caused the world to tremble, but the power of the ancient martial art practitioners level was very normal when compared to their international rivals.
It was because the hidden martial arts strains that were the soul of Hua Xia's martial arts teachings had been in hiding for centuries. If they did not appear, Hua Xia would need to rely on the Inner world and Huatian Palace ancient martial art practitioners, and it would be very difficult for Hua Xia to come out on top in the International Superpowers Competition.
The International Superpowers Competition had no age restriction. Even if a person was a thousand years old, they could take part as long as their cultivation had not broken through the limits of the mortal realm. In the western world, there were all sorts of bizarre clans and powers. Some people could live to be a thousand, but their cultivation would be below that of the Divine Way. These people relied on bizarre bloodlines and could unleash special talents. Among those below the Divine Way, they were almost unmatched.
Compared to these frightening creatures, the Huatian Palace would not get the upper hand at all if Hua Xia's hidden martial arts strains did not appear.
Fifty years ago, the Huatian Palace's achievement in the International Superpowers Competition hit rock bottom. In order to redeem themselves, the Huatian Palace was willing to open up the Goddess's World and draw out those hidden martial arts strains.
”So Hua Xia still has such secrets.”
Chou Tong had a look of surprise as he said, ”You mean to say that the Three List Tournament and the Martial Arts Circle Convention will most likely become a show for those of the hidden martial arts strains this time?”
If the hidden martial arts strains were truly that powerful, then what hope would there be for other ancient martial art practitioners?
”It might truly be so.”
Guo Mengqiao laughed bitterly. He shook his head and said, ”You should not be disheartened. Right now, we do not know how many people from the hidden martial arts strains will appear. Some ancient existences might still not come out. Also, there aren't many super-strong practitioners of the hidden martial arts strains that are under fifty. After all, fundamentally, martial arts are about progressive cycles of improvement. That is even the case for the hidden martial arts strains. Those among them that are truly frightening are those old fellows that have cultivated for two or three centuries. There is truth in the fact that age refines a person. Even among the hidden martial arts strains, very powerful young practitioners are very rare.”
”Chou Tong, you are capable of ranking among the top ten.” Guo Mengqiao gazed into the distance. At this moment, he could not dishearten Chou Tong.
”Let's hope so.”
Chou Tong laughed bitterly. As a Martial Arts Grandmaster from the Huatian Palace Martial Arts Grandmaster Palace Hall, his combat ability was far more powerful than an ordinary Martial Arts Grandmaster.although he was only a first realm Martial Arts Grandmaster. He thought that if he participated in the Heaven List Tournament, he would certainly be able to rank among the top ten, possibly even among the top three.
But right now, Guo Mengqiao had used the word ”might”. It was clear that he did not have enough confidence in Chou Tong pulling it off.
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The registration of the Three List Tournament was still in full swing. After Mo Wen qualified to compete in the Heaven List, he turned and walked out of the fighting arena.
Mo Wen was not preparing to stay with Gu Jingman and the rest. It was because, in the next few days, he needed to concoct a large number of medicinal pills. During this time, he did not want to be disturbed.
He had just walked out of the fighting arena when he suddenly noticed someone staring at him. He turned his head and looked in their direction. The corners of his mouth curled uncontrollably into a playful smile.
It was someone he knew!
A group of people stood outside the fighting arena. All of them wore the same uniform and were obviously from the same faction. Among them, there was an old fellow who was looking at Mo Wen with an expression of hatred.
It was none other than the Ming Temple's Sect Grand Elder, Bu Xingyi. This person had tried to kill Mo Wen in the Fighting Spirit Tower but had failed. Instead, Mo Wen had been able to ridicule him. He had always held a grudge against Mo Wen.
”That's Mo Wen?”
A scrawny youth stood to Bu Xingyi's left. This youth had a very long fringe that covered half his face. The half of his face that could be seen gave off a feeling of exceptional coldness and seemed to say that strangers should not approach him.
Right now, he was looking at Mo Wen with some interest.
”This Mo Wen is very frightening. He is an unparalleled genius! He will most likely achieve great things in the future.” Next to the youth stood the Ming Temple's Second Sect Grand Elder, Wang Changhan. He looked intently at Mo Wen, and a look of caution flashed in his eyes.
In the Fighting Spirit Tower, Mo Wen had left a great impression on him. It could be said that Mo Wen had single-handedly saved all of the ancient martial art practitioners.
”If I get the opportunity, I want to meet him. Not many people can pique my interest. If he can die at my hands, he can die without regrets.”
The corners of the youth's mouth curled into a proud smile. As a youth himself, the animosity between them was naturally strong. They liked to appear superior compared to each other.