The Hooligan in Another World

Chapter 28 Continuous Battles

"Feng Qili is at sixth-grade Yellow Realm. He is very strong."

“Chu Qianye’s martial cultivation is only at fourth level of the Yellow Realm. The gap between the two isn’t small.”

Most people didn’t look favorably upon Chu Qianye. There was only a youth dressed in python robes sitting in a corner with an indescribable smile on his face.

“Eighth Prince, do you think Chu Qianye will unsheathe his sword?” A young man holding a feather fan looked at the arena and guessed, “Feng Qili’s cultivation is not weak, and he is experienced on the battlefield. I don’t think he will lose to Chu Qianye.”

The youth in the python robe said with deep eyes, "Don't measure the strength of a martial artist with his martial arts cultivation. Martial arts cultivation is only a part of a martial artist's strength. Comprehension is the most important. Chu Qianye has not only relied on his martial arts cultivation, but also his sword intent. He has such a terrible sword intent at the age of 18 or 19. If I'm not mistaken, he should be under the tutelage of Jian Batian. Only that old monster can train such a terrible disciple."

The fan-wielding young man was extremely surprised. He hadn’t expected Chu Qianye to think so highly of him.

“Your Highness, this youth is worthy of befriending. He’ll be a capable assistant to the crown prince.”

The python robed youth didn’t reply and instead muttered to himself, “Of my royal brothers, only my seventh brother has the most strength to compete with me for the position of Crown Prince. He has attached himself to the Xu Family, so it is indeed a bit troublesome.”

“After the arena matches are over, treat him to a banquet. Remember, a cultivation genius like him mustn’t be shortsighted. He must cater to his needs.”

The young man with the feathered fan nodded lightly.

"I'll send someone to investigate now."

The python robed young man stared at the arena as he lightly turned the jade thumb ring. His gaze was deep as he nodded indifferently.

“Draw my sword.” Feng Qili said seriously.

Unfortunately, Chu Qianye remained unmoved.

“Roar!”

Feng Qili was furious. He roared and the bones all over his body crackled. He held the jet-black spear in his hand and stepped forward. Then, he thrust it forward.

Wherever the spear went, a faint black light would flash out, causing the surrounding space to distort slightly.

“The Rifle Skill, high grade Yellow Rank martial skill!”

When Feng Qili performed the spear technique, those with sharp eyes immediately recognized it.

The spear struck the yellow dragon and charged toward Chu Qianye’s face.

No matter how strong Chu Qianye’s cultivation was, he would surely be pushed back by such a terrifying attack. Otherwise, he would have no choice but to draw his sword and meet it head-on.

Seeing such a powerful attack, the crowd all began to guess in their hearts.

Chu Qianye awakened his Martial Soul, and his Mystic Qi flowed along his meridians and quickly surged out.

“Thunderstrike Sword Seal!”

An idea flashed through Chu Qianye’s mind as the sword in his hand slashed out along with its sheath. Everyone saw three or four swords shooting toward Feng Qili in a daze.

“Pa!”

Feng Qili was sent flying, his battle spear bringing with it immense power as it shot toward the spectators. Everyone turned pale with fright.

Most of them were high-ranking officials and rich people. They came here for entertainment, not for their lives.

Just when the spear was tossed out and directly smashed towards the spectating platform, a slightly hunchbacked figure appeared. A gaunt palm stretched out from his sleeve, and it suddenly emitted a terrifying suction force that drew the spear to his side.

“Arena Guardian!”

When all the candidates saw this person, they were shocked.

He looked hunchbacked but no one dared to look down on him.

Chu Qianye was also secretly surprised. The old man before him did not emit any aura at all. It was as if he were an ordinary old man.

He naturally did not think so. The pressure that emanated from his every move was like a huge mountain pressing down on him, and even his breathing and Qi had become slightly stagnant.

The old man glanced at Chu Qianye with an expression of admiration.

He had guarded this arena for almost a hundred years and observed many battles in secret. The only exception was Chu Qianye. From start to finish, he had only used a single move, and his body hadn’t moved at all.

He could see that Chu Qianye was able to do this mainly because of his sword intent and mysterious cultivation art.

Many people might have overlooked this, but he didn’t!

Chu Qianye fought eight battles in a row, so the Mystic Qi in his body should be consumed very quickly, but he felt that there was always a faint suction around Chu Qianye's body, seizing the Mystic Qi between heaven and earth and swallowing the opponent's strength.

What kind of tyrannical technique is this? It seems impossible to find such a person in the entire Water Cloud County.

Who exactly was this youth? Who was he?

Chu Qianye didn’t know what the old man was thinking.

The old man appeared and soon left.

A Fourth Order Yellow Realm cultivator defeating a Sixth Order Yellow Realm cultivator?

Many people gasped in astonishment.

Chu Qianye hadn’t lost even after eight consecutive battles.

Feng Qili clutched his chest and clambered up with great difficulty. His expression was fairly unsightly because he hadn’t even touched a corner of Chu Qianye’s clothes from beginning to end.

“How can this be...”

He stared at the ramrod straight Chu Qianye with a stifled heart. He hadn’t seen how Chu Qianye swung the sheath, but the three tangible sword seals caught him completely off-guard.

"Feng Qili couldn't force him to use his sword. This guy is too terrifying. How old is he? How can he be so strong?"

The seventh prince, who was sitting in the corner, also showed a serious look. "This boy's sword intent has reached at least the extreme level of Great Completion, or even the middle level."

At this moment, Xiao Ya was also very shocked. Chu Qianye's strength was beyond her expectation.

"How is this possible? The realm of Sword Intent, and his strength has surpassed the cultivation of two levels of Martial Arts?" The young man holding a feather fan was full of shock.

“You’re wrong. Even though his Sword Intent has attained the Small Perfection Stage, this isn’t his greatest reliance. Could it be that you haven’t noticed? His expression is still the same even now, and the Mystic Qi within his pool doesn’t seem to have shown any signs of being exhausted.” The Eighth Prince’s eyes were sharp as he spoke. “Chu Qianye’s body is comparable to a sixth level Yellow Realm expert, and he even possesses high grade cultivation techniques and martial skills. Feng Qi’s defeat wasn’t injustice.”

The fan-wielding man's mouth twitched slightly.

“There are no flaws at all, and he defeated all of them with a single move!”

“As expected of a disciple of the Sword Marquis Estate. You live up to your name.”

If they hadn’t witnessed it themselves, they would likely not be willing to believe it either.

The ninth warrior was a woman in a green shirt, holding a jasper flexible sword. The sword was thin and full of a murderous aura.

The lady stood in front of Chu Qianye and observed his every move carefully, hoping to find any openings. However, she was quickly disappointed to find that Chu Qianye was standing calmly at the center of the stage.

She took a step forward, and the soft jade sword flashed toward him with a cold light as fast as lightning. It was fierce and accurate, and it was accompanied by cold Sword Qi.

Chu Qianye finally revealed a serious expression.