Invincible Gu Chen

"Since no one is challenging Yu Qitian,"

A main referee walked onto Yu Qitian's performance stage and loudly announced to the crowd below, "Yu Qitian will be awarded a spot in the top ten!"

Continuing to let Yu Qitian occupy a stage and waste time wasn't an option. The main referee, Wang Hongwei, came up with this idea.

As Wang Hongwei's words fell, some warriors with strength comparable to Yu Qitian immediately became restless with unwillingness.

Soon, Zhang Wei, a warrior from the Fourth Battalion, jumped onto the stage to challenge Yu Qitian.

Seeing this, Wang Hongwei smiled knowingly.

The reason he said that was to provoke the fighting spirit of others.

After all, the top ten spots were limited. If Yu Qitian took one, the difficulty for others to achieve a top ten ranking would increase significantly.

Any warrior aspiring to enter the top ten would definitely not let this opportunity pass.

Meanwhile, as the battles progressed, the sparring among the warriors from various battalions had entered a white-hot stage.

More and more top-ranked warriors joined the fray, which also meant more people were being eliminated.

Those who remained were undoubtedly the cream of the crop.

Gu Chen also stepped onto the performance stage. Even though he held back, he easily defeated his opponent without even drawing his sword from its sheath.

"Damn it, why are there so many tough opponents in the Second Battalion?"

Yu Qitian had already won three consecutive matches and stepped off the stage to rest.

The process of Gu Chen defeating his opponent was even more effortless and elegant, completely exceeding the expectations of the other battalions.

Warriors from the Third and Fourth Battalions looked grim.

"The instructors gave us a strict order a few days ago: if we don't win against the Second Battalion today, we won't have good days ahead!"

"Son of a bitch, you said these guys from the Second Battalion were pushovers? These are pushovers?"

"This Gu Chen, and that Yu Qitian, we have to take them down!"

"If both of them make it into the top ten, even if our ranking in the final arena battles isn't great, the General will have a reason to maintain the Second Battalion's ranking."

"Zhao Zhen, Wang Lin, both of you go up. Continue the attrition battle. Even if they're tough nuts to crack, you have to crack them for me!"

While Yu Qitian was still resting, Zhao Zhen's spearhead immediately turned towards Gu Chen.

They were already enemies, so Zhao Zhen didn't bother talking to Gu Chen. After stepping onto the stage and waiting for the referee's whistle, he suddenly charged at Gu Chen.

The fierce look in his eyes clearly indicated that if he found an opportunity, he would not let Gu Chen off.

Gu Chen's gaze turned cold. Although Guan Shan hadn't given them an order to absolutely secure the Second Battalion's position, He had realized during the recent battles that the other battalions were not to be trifled with.

Since the opponent was so ruthless, he wouldn't hold back either.

Instead of retreating, Gu Chen advanced. The long sword in his hand moved in a strange arc, winding upwards like a viper. As he knocked away Zhao Zhen's weapon, he thrust towards Zhao Zhen's throat.

Zhao Zhen's expression changed drastically. He looked at the sword approaching his throat with utter horror.

But it happened so suddenly that he didn't even have time to shout "surrender" before he was about to die by Gu Chen's sword.

"Stop!"

The auxiliary referee, who was constantly monitoring the battle on the stage, rushed onto the platform at the critical moment and repelled Gu Chen's sword with a palm strike.

However, the sword's wind still drew a bloody gash on Zhao Zhen's throat!

"Thank... thank you, referee..."

Zhao Zhen, as if escaping from a disaster, broke out in a cold sweat of lingering fear and repeatedly thanked the referee.

The referee waved his hand, signaling Zhao Zhen to quickly get off the stage and check for injuries.

After Zhao Zhen left, the referee looked at Gu Chen with a hint of apprehension.

That's right, he, a dignified Martial Master, actually felt apprehensive towards Gu Chen!

The speed of Gu Chen's previous sword strike was extremely fast, definitely not something a sixth or seventh-tier Martial Disciple could unleash.

But if Gu Chen had already reached the eighth or even ninth tier, he would definitely be a person of key interest to the recruit camp.

Mushan City did have such new recruits.

After all, among those who drew lots for military service were also disciples from powerful families.

However, these people simply looked down on this so-called Tenth Battalion Grand Competition.

For them, participating in the Tenth Battalion Grand Competition was a complete waste of time.

Gu Chen clearly wasn't among those people.

This made Gu Chen's displayed strength somewhat surprising.

Gu Chen, however, shook his head with a hidden regret.

If the auxiliary referee had been even slightly slower to act, Zhao Zhen would have died by his sword.

It's a shame my own strength is still a bit lacking.

However, seeing the reactions of the warriors around the martial arts stage, Gu Chen felt that the battle just now was acceptable.

At least it had intimidated these people, preventing anyone from daring to challenge him and waste his time.

Wang Lin had originally planned to fight Gu Chen in a series of rounds with Zhao Zhen, exhausting Gu Chen's stamina and giving Zhang Chuang an opportunity to defeat him.

But upon seeing Zhao Zhen, whose strength was almost equal to his own, almost instantly defeated by Gu Chen.

If the referee hadn't intervened quickly, Zhao Zhen would have likely ended up as nothing more than a corpse on the stage.

Wang Lin instantly felt much clearer-headed and abandoned the idea of challenging Gu Chen.

He didn't want to sacrifice his life to be a stepping stone for others!

Wang Lin decisively chose to challenge warriors on other stages, leaving Zhang Chuang to deal with his own problems.

"This Gu Chen seems much more ruthless than Yu Qitian!"

Zhang Chuang muttered in a grim tone.

Although Yu Qitian had defeated three sixth-tier Martial Disciples, he hadn't displayed the overwhelming dominance that Gu Chen had.

Even without a series of rounds, Zhang Chuang had a sixty percent chance of defeating Yu Qitian.

But facing Gu Chen, he had no confidence!

"Forget it, let's focus our attacks on Yu Qitian. As for Gu Chen, we'll deal with him during the arena battles."

Seeing that Zhang Chuang didn't issue any further orders, the others naturally wouldn't foolishly challenge Gu Chen on their own.

Gu Chen's martial arts stage was thus left vacant.

Wang Hongwei repeated his previous tactic, walking onto the stage and calling for challenges against Gu Chen, but still, no one obeyed.

However, Gu Chen didn't seem to intend to directly occupy a top-ten position, as he actually walked off the stage voluntarily.

On the general's seating.

The Head Instructors from the other camps looked at Guan Shan with envious eyes, their admiration almost palpable.

"Old Guan, the warriors in your camp this year are quite strong."

Their words implied that this was entirely the warriors' own ability, not Guan Shan's credit.

Guan Shan naturally understood their meaning and gave a cold smile.

"Just average, second in the entire camp."

This statement caused the expressions on the others' faces to freeze.

The Head Instructors of the third and fourth camps, Du Heng and Li Kai, looked grim.

Guan Shan's words were clearly aimed at the two of them, telling them to know their place and not to covet the position of his second camp.

"Do you think you've already won?"

A flicker of jealousy flashed in Du Heng's eyes, and he thought resentfully, "If it weren't for your connections with General Guan, how could you possibly hold onto the position of second camp?"