This Li Feiyu... Could he also be from the Chu Clan of Central Province?

Long Gan's voice echoed above the plaza, every word carrying unquestionable majesty, firmly seizing everyone's attention.

"The Dragon Gate trial consists of three stages, testing your character, skill, and strength."

"You have already proven yourselves in the first two stages. But this final stage is the ultimate proof of whether you are qualified to become sons-in-law of the True Dragon Clan!"

His gaze flashed like lightning over the twenty young powerhouses below, each with a different aura, lingering longest on Chen Changqing.

"My True Dragon Clan stands among the great dragon clans not through schemes and tricks, nor through crooked side paths, but through real, solid fists!"

"As a son-in-law of our dragon clan, you may be unskilled in artifact forging, and you may lack talent in alchemy, but you absolutely cannot be a weakling incapable of even tying up a chicken!"

Long Gan's words struck the ground with force, brimming with the dragons' characteristic dominance and bluntness.

"So, this final stage is very simple!"

He raised one finger and pointed to the two arenas at the center of the plaza, built from black boulders and radiating an ancient aura.

"Fight!"

"One-on-one combat!"

"Split between two arenas. Opponents will be decided by drawing lots. The final two victors will then engage in the last decisive battle. The winner will be the ultimate champion of this Dragon Gate trial!"

The moment those words fell, gasps rang out across the plaza.

Simple?

How was this simple?!

This was practically the cruelest, bloodiest law of the jungle!

The expressions of the nineteen heavenly geniuses changed at once.

They glanced at the calm figure at the front of the group, then at the two arenas radiating an ominous aura, and inwardly groaned without end.

Fight that monster?

What kind of international joke was this?!