"With you saying that, I'm brimming with confidence about winning the Martial Arts Tournament."
Qi Yuan replied.
After all, as the saying went, crouching tigers and hidden dragons dwelled among the common folk.
What if there really were tigers and dragons among the martial artists?
He was not afraid of ordinary tigers or ordinary dragons, but if a dragon comparable to a Yang Spirit showed up, he would be done for.
The bearded man glanced at Huanhuan, his heart filled with confusion.
With a single sword strike, Qi Yuan had slain that terrifying giant beast. In his eyes, Qi Yuan was already comparable to a god.
For a god to participate in a mortal Martial Arts Tournament, this was... playing games in the human world.
Looking at the military camp reduced to ruins, the bearded man felt an absurd sense of irony.
This camp had been guarded by more than three thousand soldiers.
Every kind of weapon had been available.
It had even been equipped with fighter jets.
Yet now, everything had been reduced to fragments.
This was enough to be called the foe of ten thousand men from myth and legend.
Just then, a phone suddenly rang.
Amid the ruins, where all was utterly silent, the ringtone sounded especially piercing.
"Hello, is this Qi Yuan? The Martial Arts Tournament has started. Why haven't you come?
Where are you now?"
Xu Tiehua's voice on the other end was anxious.
Besides Xu Tiehua's voice, there were also cheers like mountains toppling and seas overturning, clearly indicating that they were currently at the city-level competition venue.
Faintly, some displeased voices could also be heard.
"What time is it already? He still hasn't come to compete, and Brother Xu even has to call him. What a pampered young master."
"Oh, I don't need