Sword Cultivator of the Immortal Dao Civilization

After the battle ended, no one challenged Qin Heng for the time being.

Though the battle had not lasted long, the secret arts displayed by both men had undoubtedly opened the eyes of many spectators.

The spectators included not only Star Lords from across the God Kingdom, but also contestants who had yet to enter the competition.

Having witnessed the terror of Qin Heng and Meng Xing, they certainly would not rashly challenge either of them.

Qin Heng still felt unsatisfied.

In truth, neither he nor Meng Xing had used all their methods in that battle.

It was simply that both their killing secret arts were too ruthless. After trading a blow, they had both died, leaving them no time to unleash even stronger secret arts.

Their fragile physical bodies during the competition could not withstand the damage of excessively powerful secret arts. That was rather helpless.

If this were reality, even if I brought out all my rare treasures, I probably still wouldn't be Meng Xing's match, Qin Heng thought.

In the Soul Dimension, he had seven fewer realms of cultivation than in the real world, along with many fewer rare treasures.

Meng Xing, meanwhile, had not only weakened cultivation and treasures, but even his true physical body had been drastically weakened, leaving him under even greater restrictions.

But Qin Heng did not think that was a bad thing.

The other man was the disciple of the Sovereign Emperor, blessed with abundant resources and the advantages of his birth. It was perfectly normal for him to be stronger.

Qin Heng was merely an ordinary human. Being able to emerge in the Genius Competition and achieve his current results was already remarkable. There was no need to demand that he be the strongest.

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