"Welcome, esteemed experts, and thank you for honoring me, Zheng, with your presence. This Martial Dao tournament is already more than halfway through. Anyone who has made it this far is a true hero of the martial world, and none should be underestimated. Therefore, I have prepared this five-hundred-year spiritual medicine as the reward for first place. Not only that, but the winner may also become an honored guest of my Qianqiu Sect, receive the title of Honorary Elder, and enjoy the sect's stipend."
As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous applause erupted below, accompanied by repeated cheers of approval.
"The matches will resume in fifteen minutes. Please make your preparations, esteemed experts." After saying that, the old man stroked his beard and stepped down.
"This man is King Zhen, the true ruler of Qianqiu Town." Afraid Vier might not know, Fan Ni took the initiative to introduce him.
"He's decent." Vier gave a slight nod.
In terms of strength, he was comparable to an expert at the peak of Black Iron Rank, but he did not meet the standard of even the weakest Mithril Rank fighter. Based solely on the combat strength she could sense from him, he was definitely inferior to the Demon King she had defeated before.
Back then, Ye Qian had been able to suppress the Demon King with a mass of clones carrying Explosion Rings. Needless to say, Vier was far stronger now. If they came into conflict, he would be no match for her.
The group stood at the back and silently watched the venue. The tournament soon resumed, and one expert after another stepped onto the arena to display their unique techniques.
It could not be denied that the world contained countless strange and extraordinary arts. Many people did not appear particularly powerful