This night.
It was destined that many Dragon Country citizens would have difficulty sleeping.
Dragon Country had been suppressed by various nations for hundreds of years. Sixty years ago, King Yan, a peerless genius who gathered the martial destiny of Dragon Country for thousands of years, appeared, bringing a glimmer of hope to the nation and the desire for it to soar and revive.
However, he was ambushed by other nations midway through the Martial Rankings World Championship, leaving him with regret.
And now, Dragon Country has produced another Chen Jiuyang, who is even more formidable than King Yan was back then.
The opportunity, long awaited through arduous years, has reappeared.
Who would dare to give up and not vie for that position?
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"Chen Jiuyang of Dragon Country resorts to unorthodox methods. Once struck by his silver needles, one becomes unable to move, like fish on a chopping block, at his mercy."
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"The opponent will surely anticipate Jiuyang's needle points for acupoint targeting, and thus will not employ defensive divine abilities, allowing Jiuyang to seize the opportunity and execute this move."
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"Dragon Country's Chen Jiuyang is skilled with the saber, always keeping it within reach. However, this is of no consequence, as the Gaia Armor cannot be broken by him. Be cautious of attacks from his moves 'Setting Sun Qianyang' and 'Thunderous Lotus.' Opt for close combat to force him off the stage and secure victory."
"Indeed, Chen Jiuyang of Dragon Country possesses extreme combat power, even stronger than Dragon Country's King Yan of the past. If he cannot be heavily injured or even killed, he can only be defeated through strategic maneuvering to push him off the stage and claim victory."
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"The opponent must have studied Jiuyang's various attack methods and knows that they cannot heavily injure him. They might resort to dirty tactics, merely forcing Jiuyang off the stage to win the match."
"In that case, Jiuyang cannot freely unleash his divine abilities. Once he unleashes a breakthrough, he will fall into the opponent's trap, leaving Jiuyang no chance to counter and turn the tide."
"One can only move, not remain still."
"A war of attrition is meaningless. Only a lightning-fast engagement, using the strongest moves to strike first, seize battlefield advantage, and force a defensive stance."
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"Dragon Country will undoubtedly devise a lightning war strategy, fitting Chen Jiuyang's peculiar martial art burst style, to suppress Ivis and control the battlefield advantage."
"Heh, and this perfectly aligns with our plan. Ivis fighting with a lightning-fast approach is best, leading him into our trap."
The respective think tanks were engaged in various research, analysis, and strategy formulation.
Every calculation, every minute detail, the timing of attacks, and combat styles were meticulously computed.
Under the intense and intricate planning.
Time quietly slipped away.
The fourth round of the Martial Rankings World Championship arrived the next day.
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Six fifty in the morning.
Everyone woke up.
However, in Dragon Country, it was still deep in the night.
The global viewership for today's match was estimated to be around four billion!
Dragon Country alone had nearly a billion viewers.
Today's battle was incredibly critical and important!
Carrying the expectations and anxieties of countless people.
The big screen lit up.
The profile information of twenty-seven individuals scrolled rapidly.
"Thump!"
"Thump!"
"Thump!"
Each time Chen Jiuyang's profile appeared on the left side of the screen, countless people's hearts skipped a beat.
"Click! Click!"
The photo on the left side of the screen locked.
It was Chen Jiuyang!
Countless people erupted immediately.
"Damn it! This is a hundred percent rigged!"
"For three consecutive days, Chen Jiuyang has been the first to compete!"
"I won't believe it's not rigged, heh, this happening three days in a row, the odds are lower than winning the lottery!"
"These foreign bastards have decided to bully us!"
"I'm so angry! I hate them! I wish I could kill all these scumbag sons of bitches!"
Countless Dragon Country citizens roared in anger, expressing their dissatisfaction.
However, the members of the Martial Rankings World Championship Committee seated high above the competition arena remained impassive, while the Dragon Country members of the committee wore grim and displeased expressions.
This was blatant rigging to obstruct Dragon Country.
This was the consequence of being weak and bullied, and they could only grit their teeth and endure it.
"Damn this rigged match! Let's see who Chen Jiuyang is up against."
"Each one stronger than the last, and it's been like this for three consecutive times. They must have chosen someone capable of dealing with Chen Jiuyang."
"Click clack! Click!"
The profile photo on the right side of the screen locked.
A young man in ancient religious robes, with a handsome appearance, blonde hair, and blue eyes appeared.
Ivis Saint Zelen!
The expressions of countless people immediately turned grim.
"It's indeed Ivis Saint Zelen!"
"It's a hundred percent rigged, no need to say more."
"Comparing all aspects of the data, only Ivis Saint Zelen has a chance to defeat Chen Jiuyang!"
"They have planned it all, wanting to end Dragon Country's journey in the Martial Rankings World Championship in the fourth round, wanting to repeat what happened sixty years ago!"
The events of sixty years ago were still vivid in the memories of many elders.
Unforgettable!
It was a national tragedy!
Countless people's eyes turned red, and they gritted their teeth, roaring!
"These sons of bitches!"
Even though Chen Jiuyang had been informed of his think tank's analysis beforehand, upon actually seeing his opponent as Ivis Saint Zelen and confirming the rigged obstruction,
Chen Jiuyang's expression suddenly turned icy, his eyes filled with an extremely intense killing intent.
More than ten minutes later, all the match pairings were finalized. Perhaps as a compensation, Ye Tiannan was exempted and entered the fifth round without a match.
This was seen by everyone as a humiliation to Dragon Country.
What if they let Dragon Country's Ye Tiannan advance to the fifth round? As long as Chen Jiuyang was eliminated in the fourth round, Dragon Country's martial rankings team would be no different from a defeated army.
"Heh heh..."
Countless foreigners sneered, their eyes filled with coldness. Holding glasses of aged red wine, they seemed ready to celebrate the downfall of Dragon Country's martial rankings team.
The referee announced loudly, "Both contestants, please take the stage."
The Sword Bearer of Longjing said solemnly, "Jiuyang, everything depends on you now."
King Yan remained silent, a terrifying aura brewing around him, as if he were about to unleash a massacre at any moment.
What he experienced sixty years ago was now happening to Chen Jiuyang again.
How could he, who had personally experienced it, not be enraged?
Chen Jiuyang's heart burned with fierce anger, and he said coldly, word by word:
"I! Will! Kill! Him!"
Then.
Chen Jiuyang's fiery golden qi and blood ignited, his entire body radiating golden light. Holding a saber, he slowly ascended the stage.
On the opposite side of the hundreds of meters wide arena, Ivis Saint Zelen stood clad in ancient European knight armor, holding a shield in his left hand and a magnificent staff in his right. A sacred mark on his forehead indicated his bloodline as belonging to the Vatican Pope lineage.
"Ohh!!!"
"Ivis Saint Zelen is on stage! Finally, we can beat this yellow-skinned monkey down, send Dragon Country back to their own country, and let them hide for another sixty years!"
"Hahahahaha!"
Countless foreigners jeered mockingly, not a single person expecting Chen Jiuyang to defeat Ivis Saint Zelen.
Chen Jiuyang's icy gaze swept across the entire venue, etching their mocking smiles into his heart.
You think I am incapable?
Then I will show you!
A single spark can start a prairie fire!
And then he soared into the sky!