Blasky unleashed his strongest move with all his might, fully resisting Chen Jiuyang's cleaving saber strike. His bones creaked and groaned all over his body.
"Bang!"
The immense force struck, and Blasky's legs were driven into the ground of the arena. His face contorted, veins bulging, "This is impossible!"
After performing such a terrifying defensive move for a full day and night, how could Chen Jiuyang still possess such abundant power? It was unbelievable.
"Chii—"
Blasky propped his battle axe against his chest, taking Chen Jiuyang's saber strike head-on. Both his arms cracked, yet he still couldn't stop Chen Jiuyang's momentum.
The saber's shadow pressed onto Blasky's shoulder, and his shoulder immediately burst, spraying blood.
"I really can't defeat Chen Jiuyang!" A surge of fear welled up in Blasky's heart. "This strike isn't even his full strength!"
The golden saber shadow vanished.
"Puff—"
Blasky immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning ashen.
Chen Jiuyang nodded slowly with a calm expression, evaluating, "To withstand one of my strikes, your strength is indeed quite good."
"Let's see how many more strikes you can take."
Chen Jiuyang held the Yan Sheng Saber, his gaze sharpening slightly. "Let's try sixty percent strength."
"Rumble!"
The saber-shaped phantom suddenly grew again, pressing down horizontally towards Blasky.
"Bang—"
Blasky used the last bit of strength in his body to resist Chen Jiuyang's strike. As long as he could withstand most of the force, even if he was severely injured and lost the match, he would at least preserve his life and uphold the martial dignity of the Tsarist nation.
No matter how difficult it was, even if he died on the stage, national team martial ranking contestants like them could never utter the words "surrender" or "admit defeat."
This was the dignity of a nation's martial arts world.
"This is bad! Why is the force of this saber strike even greater than before!" Blasky's face changed drastically.
"Boom!"
After the saber strike, Blasky fell silent.
A large pit was cleaved into the arena, kicking up terrifying dust.
As the dust settled, the spectators finally saw Blasky's body, nearly cut in half. A horrifying, chilling saber wound marred his chest, blood soaking the ground around him.
Blasky's life force was extinguished.
The referee announced, "Chen Jiuyang of the Dragon Country wins!"
At this early hour, not many spectators were present; many had returned to their hotels to sleep.
More people who witnessed this scene were the martial artists from other countries participating in the competition.
"..."
Everyone remained silent with grim expressions.
Chen Jiuyang had killed all four of his opponents in the first round of selections.
Of course, life and death are determined by fate, and wealth by heaven. Once one enters this arena of fame and fortune, they cannot blame others.
What silenced everyone was that Chen Jiuyang's aura had not weakened after fighting for a day and a night, and he could unleash such a terrifying saber strike with ease.
What was the bottom line of Chen Jiuyang's strength?
If they were to face such an opponent, what would happen to them?
It wasn't just them; even Yan Hongming and Ye Tiannan were pondering this question.
The more they thought about it, the more terrifying it became.
During the thousand-mile tribulation in the Qinling Mountains, whenever Chen Jiuyang seemed to be at his limit, he would always surprise everyone.
Especially under the siege of hundreds of people, he could still erupt against the odds.
Not to mention that Chen Jiuyang was now at the sixth level of the Earth Realm, his strength even more terrifying.
Chen Jiuyang had won all four of his matches in the first round of selections with overwhelming dominance, and he hadn't even used his full strength, casting an invisible shadow over the psychological state of many contestants.
Chen Jiuyang walked back to the waiting area with his saber. The Dragon Capital Sword Bearer smiled and asked, "You've worked hard, go rest for a while."
"No need," Chen Jiuyang replied, shaking his head.
The Dragon Capital Sword Bearer said, "Your strength is immense, but after a day and a night, your consumption is also considerable. Don't push yourself, go rest."
"?"
Chen Jiuyang looked confused. How could he have consumed so much?
With the Invincible Path of Divine Abilities, his vital energy, spirit, and true qi were condensed and unwavering. After a day and a night, he had hardly any consumption.
He shook his head, "No need, I'll just take some pills and watch the matches here."
"Alright." Seeing Chen Jiuyang's insistence, the Dragon Capital Sword Bearer said no more.
However, Yan Hongming and Ye Tiannan's expressions sharpened.
King Qian's combat power and endurance far surpassed theirs, making them realize the vast difference between them only at this moment. After the Asian Martial Ranking Tournament, they would have to strive to improve their strength.
If Chen Jiuyang pulled too far ahead, and they had to rely solely on him to carry the banner, they would lose face.
By killing this person, Chen Jiuyang's martial cultivation had completely entered the middle stage of the sixth level of the Earth Realm. It was believed that after the Asian Martial Ranking Tournament, he would reach the peak of the sixth level of the Earth Realm.
Han Peiling's calculations were truly accurate.
As if hearing Chen Jiuyang's thoughts, Han Peiling walked out of the rest area. He wore the uniform of the Dragon Country Martial Ranking support team and came to Chen Jiuyang's side. After a glance, he said, "Not bad."
"Jiuyang, do you know what you should do after the Martial Ranking World Tournament?"
Chen Jiuyang said, "I should retire and spend time with my family."
Han Peiling slowly shook his head, "With your talent and combat prowess, even if you want to rest, the five great sacred lands will not stand idly by."
"The prosperity of the Dragon Country is a double-edged sword. Prosperity and flourishing martial arts mean more experts can emerge from the Dragon Country, but it can also unseal those old monsters in the secret realms."
"There are many organizations like the Longevity Alliance and the Temple of Killing God with ill intentions in the Dragon Country, they just haven't revealed themselves for certain reasons."
"Once the Dragon Country's destiny flourishes, they will become active."
"And by then, Heavenly Realm cultivation will no longer be impressive. Moreover, as the young master of the Shu Mountain Chen family, the five great sacred lands will not ignore you."
Chen Jiuyang frowned slightly, "We'll talk about it when that time comes."
Han Peiling smiled, "Once those old monsters within the Dragon Country emerge, the ten Heavenly Realm Kings alone will not be enough to suppress the martial arts world. At that time, that old monster from the Lotus Sect might seize the opportunity to return to the Dragon Country, and she might come for you first."
Chen Jiuyang's heart suddenly chilled, "I will strive to improve my martial cultivation."
"A teachable young man," Han Peiling said, "After your Asian Martial Ranking Tournament concludes, you can return and prepare to challenge for the True King title."
"True King?" Yan Hongming and Ye Tiannan were immediately startled.
Then Yan Hongming mused, "That's true, Brother Chen is so astonishingly talented, not much inferior to my father. He should be qualified to challenge for the True King title."
"True King? Can Chen Jiuyang be compared to the demeanor of my Shu Mountain ancestor?" Ye Tiannan frowned in thought, "But it makes sense. Chen Jiuyang is so powerful, he should be capable of challenging for the True King title."
For a moment, the two felt that a significant gap had indeed opened between them and Chen Jiuyang.
However, they did not have much time to focus on others. The upcoming matches were crucial for them; whether they could advance to the second round depended on this match!