"Don't underestimate the Martial Arts Tournament.
Though the championship's prestige was becoming less and less valuable.
Among the top hundred, there were still around thirty Limit Martial Artists."
Hearing Qi Yuan's words, Yang Shan could not help but retort.
"Thirty... were any of them stronger than you?" Qi Yuan pondered. "Were you a match for the previous champion?"
Qi Yuan fell into a dilemma.
What if the opponents in this Martial Arts Tournament were too strong?
What if he could not win through martial arts alone?
Could it be... time to use cheats?
After all, this was a game. A little cheating did not count as cheating.
Besides, no one could tell that he was cheating.
Then Qi Yuan would not be cheating.
Open and aboveboard, righteous and awe-inspiring.
"The previous one..." A smug smile appeared in Yang Shan's eyes. "We were evenly matched."
Hearing that, Qi Yuan let out a breath of relief.
He truly was not cheating, nor did he need to.
"If this tournament is still this watered-down, winning the championship will be effortless for me.
Looks like there's no need to cheat!"
"You brat, you're looking down on me too much, aren't you?
What do you mean my level is watered-down?" Yang Shan could not help saying. Qi Yuan's mouth truly deserved a beating.
What kind of words were those?
Even if one was arrogant, one should not be arrogantly low in emotional intelligence like this.
"Sigh, I finally understand the loneliness of seeking defeat alone—or was it being undefeated alone?
Invincible beneath heaven, what utter desolation."
Qi Yuan's voice was moved, carrying something of a refined young master amid a turbid age, an aloof swordsman.
That naturally radiating aura made Yang Shan blank out for a moment. For some reason, he found himself inexplicably convinced