When dawn broke, the enthusiasm of the people was clearly visible, radiating from the crowds that snaked around every corner of the restaurants in the capital. Travelers from all over the country flocked to watch the legendary Friendly Match. With the opening soon to be held near noon, that morning was a golden opportunity for them to enjoy delicious dishes. However, there is something unique about Pak An's restaurant, which also functions as accommodation. The atmosphere there felt different; Dry trees and withered small plants create a mystical atmosphere that attracts attention. Not far away, only a hundred meters away, life seemed normal, but an invisible threat that was absorbing life energy was still roaming free. Amidst the commotion of diners enjoying themselves, Yun Fei Yang, with eyes sparkling with anticipation, couldn't wait for the match. "They say the Empire has prepared the best Ten Arenas. I can't wait to stand there!" he exclaimed excitedly. Meanwhile, Long Chu
"Sit back, now!" Long Chu ordered in a firm and authoritative voice. Yun Fei Yang immediately obeyed, but his eyes still burned with a sharp gaze that was like an arrow aiming at Baga. Baga, with shaking fists and an angry gaze, did not dare to move a single step without the Young Master's permission. Annoyed, he could only walk away to order coffee. Since ancient times, coffee has been processed with special magical skills, creating a magical mixture whose seductive aroma from the results lulls every inhaler. “Forgive my subordinate for being too bold,” said the young man as he looked at Long Chu. “You are mistaken,” replied Long Chu with deep calm, sipping the Herbal Tea in his cup gently. He is not a fan of coffee, even though the coffee is served full of motivation and eternal metaphors that swirl in its steam. "Why make small talk with them, I only want you," shouted the young man as he approached Long Chu's table with determination clearly etched on his face. "Hey, our se
Long Chu and the warriors from various sects entered the magnificent arena which was the battlefield for a friendly battle between the ten great sects in the Qing Empire. A tense air hung in the air as the ten groups of heroes stared at each other sharply, each with the ambition to dominate the others. This match was not just a fight for abundant prizes such as an island rich in resources, but rather a battle that determined the honor and closeness of each sect to the power of the Empire. A high-ceilinged announcer broke the silence with his loud voice, “To all the venerable sects—Sky Gold Sword Sect, Dawn Dew Sect, Dragon Gate Sect, Snow Blossom Sect, Black Flash Sect, Thousand Star Valley Sect, Jade Stone Sect, Firmament Sect , Silver Waves Sect,and the Dawn Dusk Sect—it is requested that their respective representatives come forward and draw their lottery numbers.”Each of the leaders, with the burden of sect pride on their shoulders, stepped forward with determined looks, ready
Long, who was hiding in the darkness outside the stands, had his eyes and ears open, fully awake. The bad feeling that Long Chu had sparked a burning suspicion in him. Even though he never found concrete evidence, he never underestimated the intuition that often guided him. Hidden behind the shady tree leaves, leaning back, he ate rough bread obtained from a roadside stall. In a low but deep voice, he whispered, “Dragon Perception.”With your eyes closed, it feels like the world is splitting apart. His vision surpassed ordinary limits, as if he had eyes that reached all corners of the sky. "Hoho, just like Chu's hunch. There are wolves roaming around, looking for an opening to bite," he said in a cold, calculating tone. He immediately conveyed his discovery to Long Chu using a special ability that only the two of them knew about. Meanwhile, Long was at his most stunning; His usually aging face now looks much younger, approaching 35 years of age. Armed with half his restored stren
Yun, gasping for breath, moved his body as fast as lightning, dodging the attacks of the hands that emerged from the unpredictable black circle. Sweat dripped down his forehead, his eyes sharp as he watched every movement that occurred around him. In the chaos, several times black hands managed to reach his back and arms, creating burning wounds. Furious, Yun swung his arms, delivering a hard blow to the hands that were trying to pull him into the black circle. In the distance, Hu Gong watched Yun's situation with a worried look. Quickly, he grabbed his long sword, channeling the chi energy in his body into the blade. With a powerful movement, Hu Gong swung his sword, sending waves of energy crashing into the black circle, trying to sever Yun's threatening attack. The energy from Hu Gong's sword formed a bright light that charged towards Yun, breaking apart some of the black circles and giving him a chance to breathe for a moment. Yun, with his gaze briefly diverted towards Hu Gong
“Those red-eyed people have gone crazy, we have to stop them.” Long Chu commanded his people. “Yun, you go west, Hu Gong, you go east. Evacuate and protect ordinary people.""Okay Brother Long!" Yun moved with other colleagues. Likewise, Hu Gong, according to Long Chu's instructions, helped evacuate. While Long Chu jumped into the arena, he came to the figure who had previously fought Yun. He slashed, the figure tried to fight back. Long Chu nimbly dodged and immediately launched a series of punches that sent the figure back several steps. Long Chu's strength was so powerful that the ground beneath their feet seemed to crack. "You won't be able to stop us!" shouted the figure with burning eyes, but his voice sounded afraid. Long Chu, with a sharp and determined gaze, stared at his opponent. "I won't let you destroy the peace here," he answered firmly, while catching his breath. With a swift movement, Long Chu threw a kick that hit the figure's chest, sending him flying backwards
Patriarch Jin stood tall with a sharp gaze that radiated his aura of power. His calm face seemed unmoved by anything, while the scorching Holy aura around him made the air around him feel scorching hot. Wa Di, with her face bright red and breathing heavily, seemed to be on the verge of losing control of her emotions. His muscles tensed, ready to lunge forward. "We have to act now, Lin Mo! We can't let him continue to rule like this!" he shouted in a voice full of anger. Lin Mo, on the other hand, tried to maintain calm. He pulled Wa Di's arm to hold him, his eyes stared deeply at Wa Di. "Calm down, Wa Di. We have to use strategy, not raw strength. "We must think and act with a cool head," he said in a low but firm voice. Meanwhile, Patriarch Jin just smiled sarcastically, enjoying the show of emotions taking place before him. "Look, even the two of you who are claimed to be the best warriors are divided. How can you guys hope to defeat me?” he sneered as his hands casually
Patriarch Jin Zhu roared with laughter, but his laughter froze when he realized that the Red Chains had only managed to ensnare a few of his opponents. His eyes flashed and swept around with a sharp gaze. Disappointment welled up, his army known as the 'Red Eyes' had been devastated, destroyed by unknown hands. "Who dares to destroy my plans?" He shouted in a resounding voice, shaking the air. In the distance, figures approaching with steady steps attracted Jin Zhu's attention. Two of them were beautiful girls with strong auras—Gu Mei and Win Xia. Before leaving, Jin Zhu made sure his trap was ready to trap Lin Mo Wa Di, Qing Luang, and the others. Then with quick steps, he moved towards Gu Mei and Win Xia who were busy wiping out their troops. "From here, Xia!" Gu Mei shouted, her voice piercing the silence. The two of them moved swiftly and coordinatedly, carrying out deadly attacks on the 'Red Eyes'. Their solidarity and agility seemed to be a deadly dance in the middle of a t