Brasky scoffed, "Chen, you are too arrogant!"
The combat nation of the Tsar Kingdom was known as the most belligerent people in the martial arts world. He was a leading figure among the younger generation of the Tsar Kingdom's combat nation, and yet he was not worthy of a full-fledged battle with Chen Jiuyang?
"Then I shall see how strong you truly are!"
The dark patterns on Brasky's massive battle axe suddenly turned red, exuding a fierce aura.
Chen Jiuyang's lips curved into a mocking smile, "Then come and try."
"Yuan Dao – Po Jing!"
"Rumble!"
He plunged the Yansheng Blade into the ground, and a colossal blade-shaped phantom instantly covered half the stage, enveloping Chen Jiuyang's figure.
Brasky brought his battle axe down directly onto the massive blade phantom.
"Clang! Clang!"
The sound of metal colliding echoed, yet the blade phantom remained utterly still.
This immediately caused Brasky's expression to change: "This kind of blood qi power!"
With this one axe strike, he could at least kill a martial artist of the same rank, but the move Chen Jiuyang had unleashed remained completely unmoved by his attack.
"I don't believe it! It can't be broken!"
Brasky gripped his battle axe with both hands and launched a fierce assault on the sword-shaped phantom.
"Boom boom boom!"
Immense waves of energy erupted, disrupting the torrential rain. The gymnasium was filled with the sounds of Brasky's attacks.
More than ten minutes passed, and Brasky was already panting. He had attacked hundreds of times, yet Chen Jiuyang's sword-shaped phantom remained as steadfast as ever, showing no signs of cracking.
At this point, Brasky's face had completely changed.
This combat power was truly monstrous!
Not only Brasky, but the other participating martial artists and the audience also wore expressions of shock.
Brasky appeared like a fool being toyed with by Chen Jiuyang. Despite being a martial arts prodigy of his nation's younger generation, he couldn't even break through the opponent's defense.
Brasky's strength was not weak, but...
A heavy feeling settled in everyone's hearts.
Was the Dragon Country truly about to produce a second King Yan, who, like sixty years ago, would single-handedly dominate the Asian Martial Ranking Competition?
Chen Jiuyang sat calmly on the stage, looking at him, "Tired? Take a rest."
Brasky's face flushed, his eyes filled with murderous intent, "Why aren't you attacking?"
Chen Jiuyang replied indifferently, "It's raining today, and I don't wish to exert myself. Is this reason acceptable?"
The actual reason was that Chen Jiuyang was stalling for time. Yan Hongming and Ye Tiannan were both seriously injured. Even with his medical skills, it would take a full day to help these two recover their combat strength quickly.
With Chen Jiuyang's strength, he could settle the life-and-death battle with Brasky in at most half an hour.
However, Yan Hongming and Ye Tiannan were soon to enter the arena. With their current injuries, it was questionable how many moves they could execute while fighting.
Han Lixuan and Jiang Lihuo had already been eliminated. If Yan Hongming and Ye Tiannan also fell here, the Dragon Country Martial Ranking team would be left with only him, and the subsequent battles would be uncertain.
It would be better for the Dragon Country Martial Ranking team to achieve good results and gain more prestige if Yan Hongming and Ye Tiannan could fight after their injuries had somewhat healed.
Hearing Chen Jiuyang's explanation, Brasky's veins bulged on his forehead, and he roared at Chen Jiuyang in anger, "Are you toying with me?"
Chen Jiuyang smiled faintly, "So what if I am? If you're not convinced, break my defense and attack me."
Brasky's face turned ashen with rage, "Chen! Jiu! Yang!"
Brasky grabbed his battle axe and once again launched an attack on the blade phantom. However, no matter how he attacked, he could not break through Chen Jiuyang's blade phantom.
In the eyes of others, Brasky was like a clown raging in vain, bringing shame upon himself.
Only the Dragon Capital Sword Holder saw through Chen Jiuyang's intentions and nodded slightly.
As the leader of the Dragon Country Martial Ranking, Chen Jiuyang's every move would influence those around him.
The Dragon Capital Sword Holder looked on with satisfaction. Chen Jiuyang's qi and blood were like gold; such strength was truly enough to sweep aside all opponents of the same rank, to be called invincible.
Unless a Heavenly Realm expert arrived, even a Half-Heavenly Realm expert could not break through this nascent form of Chen Jiuyang's defensive divine ability.
As time passed, the rain gradually lessened. Brasky had attacked countless times, but to no avail.
Chen Jiuyang sat on the stage, his eyes closed in meditation.
"This Chen Jiuyang of the Dragon Country is so strong. Such a powerful move has been maintained for so long without dissipating. What is his ultimate limit?"
"Such terrifying qi and blood, how long can he sustain it?"
"What is the meaning of this Chen Jiuyang of the Dragon Country? With such formidable strength, he should have dealt with Brasky quickly and advanced to the second round of the competition."
Many people were discussing Chen Jiuyang's actions.
It was not until the day was nearing its end and the rain had stopped that Brasky could not help but ask, "Chen Jiuyang, the rain has stopped. Should you and I now fight?"
Chen Jiuyang replied indifferently, "It's already dark. Let's decide the victor tomorrow morning after I've slept."
"..." Brasky's expression became extremely grim.
Chen Jiuyang's actions were, in a way, a humiliation to him.
Brasky had thought of forfeiting several times, but this was the Asian Martial Ranking Competition; how could he give up?
He could only endure this humiliation, standing on the stage and waiting.
It was already dark, and many spectators had left to rest. Upon hearing Chen Jiuyang's words, many immediately got up to rest and eat.
The expressions of many martial artists also changed drastically. Chen Jiuyang's move had been maintained for a full day; could he maintain it for a day and a night?
What kind of terrifying martial foundation was required to achieve this!
They were eager to see if Chen Jiuyang could truly maintain such a terrifying defensive move until tomorrow.
Time ticked by, slowly transitioning from late night to the early morning of the next day.
Yan Hongming and Ye Tiannan had rested for a day, and their injuries had improved somewhat, allowing them to move freely. Their wounds had also healed considerably, all thanks to Chen Jiuyang's profound medical skills. Otherwise, their injuries would not have healed so quickly.
The two sat in the waiting area. The Dragon Capital Sword Holder spoke, "You two should thank King Qian properly."
"King Qian, you can make your move now."
The Dragon Capital Sword Holder's calm voice reached Chen Jiuyang's ears. Chen Jiuyang opened his eyes and saw Yan Hongming and Ye Tiannan in the waiting area.
The two lightly cupped their fists towards Chen Jiuyang in gratitude.
"Whoosh~"
The cold morning wind blew across the stage once again.
Chen Jiuyang slowly raised his blade, dispelling the Po Jing move, and looked at Brasky, saying faintly, "I have woken up now. Are you ready?"
Brasky held his battle axe, his eyes filled with indignant rage, and gritted his teeth, "I've been ready for a long time!"
"Very well, then try to take a strike from me."
Chen Jiuyang's calm voice rang out.
"Rumble!"
The blade phantom of the Yansheng Blade surged, and a strike was unleashed towards Brasky.
On the stage, it instantly became as bright as day.
The magnificent blade intent caused everyone present to change their expressions.
After a day and a night, Chen Jiuyang still maintained such formidable combat power!
How could this not be astonishing!