The Ten-Year Pact Must Be Fulfilled

After he finished speaking, everyone was stunned for a moment.

Agreement?

What agreement?

Chu Wujiu raised an eyebrow, Li Xuan glanced sideways, and Yan Wujin lowered his arms.

They all knew what had happened between Ji Wuchen and Qin Wangchuan, but no one knew the specifics.

I never expected it to be brought up at a time like this.

Qin Wangchuan looked at him.

There were no surprises, no doubts.

He simply nodded.

"Ten-Year Pact."

He paused.

"Perfect timing, that's what I was thinking of telling you too."

Qin Wangchuan took a step forward and continued walking.

"I heard you've mastered your Natal Dharma."

"To comprehend Natal Dharma at such a young age is unprecedented and likely to remain so."

"Of course," Ji Wuchen replied, his tone as calm as if stating a matter of course. "If I didn't achieve something unprecedented and unparalleled, how could I possibly defeat you?"

Qin Wangchuan looked at him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Then let's go."

As soon as the words were spoken, the arena of the Wandao Academy came into view a hundred paces away.

It was a giant, completely black stone arena.

The area spans a thousand feet and is surrounded by nine coiled stone pillars, each soaring into the clouds.

The surface of the arena was covered with ancient array patterns, with a faint glow flowing around it. It had clearly witnessed countless battles between Prodigy and was already soaked in blood.

The stands were packed with people.

Cultivators from Heavens and Myriad Realms filled every inch of space.

Some stood in mid-air, some stood on the clouds, and countless eyes were cast toward the arena.

Whispers surged in like a tide, but then suddenly quieted down after people saw who it was.

On the referee's bench.

Several white-haired elders sat upright, their piercing gazes fixed on Qin Wangchuan.

Further away, on a high platform, the Dean of the Wandao Academy stood with his hands behind his back, with the heads of various Lineage standing behind him.

Several Clan Elder from the Qin Clan also came to watch the battle.

The whole world seemed to be focused on him at that moment.

Qin Wangchuan and Ji Wuchen walked towards the arena one after the other.

Chu Wujiu craned his neck and shouted from behind, "Don't lose!"

His tone was sincere, and his face was full of concern.

After they had gone some distance, Chu Wujiu quietly turned his head and whispered to Yun Zexuan:

"Watch his moves closely, especially any new ones."

Yun Zexuan rolled his eyes.

"Do you even need to tell me?"

Yan Wujin crossed his arms behind his head and looked at Chu Wujiu with great interest.

"Chu Wujiu, sometimes I really feel like you don't bring your brain with you when you go out."

"But sometimes I think you're pretty shrewd."

"He's really putting all his intelligence into this."

Chu Wujiu paused.

After a moment, he looked up at the sky and sighed.

"I really don't like using my brain, but I can't help it."

"If you don't use your brain, you'll get kicked away."

"Kicked away?" Ye Lingchuan asked, puzzled.

"Oh right, you guys don't know this yet," Li Xuan continued, "The two of them first met in the Secret Realm. At that time, Qin Wangchuan was on his way when someone tried to stop him."

Chu Wujiu approached without thinking.

"As a result, Qin Wangchuan didn't even glance at him, and kicked Chu Wujiu into the ground like he was kicking a stray dog on the street."

"It took me quite a while to pull him out."

"Hey, hey!" Chu Wujiu quickly interjected, "Didn't we agree not to mention it?"

Li Xuan glanced at him.

"These are all defeated opponents, what's there to be afraid of?"

"A defeated opponent..."

Upon hearing this word, everyone, including Chu Wujiu, fell silent for a moment.

They looked at each other, then gazed together at the arena in the distance.

A moment of silence.

"Yes."

"We are all defeated opponents."

Chu Wujiu withdrew his gaze, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"But it is precisely because we have failed that we know how high the mountain is."

"If we lose, we'll chase."

"Once you catch up, climb over it."

"It's over-"

He grinned.

Only then are you qualified to see the scenery on the other side of the mountain.

"Qin Wangchuan has occupied the mountain peak alone for so long, it's time to let us see him."

On the ring.

The Edge-Tempering Battle actually ended a few days ago.

The battle on the arena at this moment is purely a friendly Martial Arts Competition match between individuals.

Anyone who wants to fight, go ahead.

The main arena was divided into many smaller arenas, most of which were now empty.

Having heard that Qin Wangchuan was coming, most people's minds were no longer on the stage, and they left early to wait.

Only two people remained fighting.

One of them was Gu Tianye.

A top-tier Prodigy who fought his way up from Middle Thousand Provinces, possessing the Sacred Body and an illustrious record.

His opponent came from a major state in the Upper Realm, and was also a renowned Prodigy, whose cultivation was far superior to his.

At first, Gu Tianye was completely suppressed.

But after dozens of rounds of fighting, the situation unexpectedly began to reverse.

Gu Tianye's offensive became increasingly fierce, while his opponent gradually became unable to withstand it.

The most important thing is--

He did not use Sacred Body.

He managed to turn the tide of the battle solely through his own cultivation and combat instincts.

On the high platform.

The dean of the Wandao Academy stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the arena.

The last time he personally attended the Edge-Tempering Battle was during Qin Wudao's year.

An elder nearby squinted for a moment, then couldn't help but speak:

"This kid is not bad, but why doesn't he use the Sacred Body?"

He had seen Gu Tianye unleash his Sacred Body, and its power was astonishing.

But why not use it on such an important occasion, in front of so many people?

"What other reason could there be? Too arrogant!"

Another elder stroked his beard in response, his tone carrying a hint of appreciation.

"But he certainly has the right to be arrogant."

" From its Middle Thousand Provinces to its current position, it has defeated countless people; it's not based on luck."

"This record is, to some extent, a Qi Yun to the Son of Luck of a chosen one, embodying the best of this world's fortune, but..."

As the elder spoke, he looked down at the audience.

There, Qin Wangchuan and Ji Wuchen stood facing each other, their fighting spirit already subtly rising.

"Even if Gu Tianye possesses celestial beauty and a Sacred Body... compared to these two, he is but a firefly and the bright moon."

No matter how powerful the chosen one of a plane is, he is only at the pinnacle of that plane.

Qin Wangchuan not only comes from the Imperial Clan, but is also the Divine Son of one of the Three Heavenly Clans.

The territories and planes under its control are countless.

There's no comparison.

Bang!

On the stage, Gu Tianye threw a punch, and his opponent flew off the stage.

We won.

But as he stood on the stage, he heard no cheers.

The surroundings were eerily quiet.

In the audience, everyone's eyes passed over him and fell on a certain direction below the stage.

The atmosphere was so heavy it was almost frozen.

They all wanted to see the battle between the Qin family's divine son and the Ji family's heir.

As for what just happened, it wasn't even an appetizer.

Gu Tianye didn't pay any attention.

He simply wiped the sweat off his body, turned around, and walked off the ring.

As he passed by Qin Wangchuan, he paused slightly.

They say you've gotten weaker.

Gu Tianye didn't turn around; his voice was very low, only the two of them could hear it.

But I don't believe it.

After saying that, he left.

He didn't look back even once.

It has a very Gu Tianye -esque style.

Qin Wangchuan didn't say much.

On the stage, a figure had already risen into the air and landed steadily in the center of the arena.

Ji Wuchen stood there, his aura as deep and solid as a mountain.

"I, Ji Wuchen— "

"We volunteer!"

The audience erupted in cheers.

Qin Wangchuan stepped onto the arena.

The two stood facing each other.

One was dressed in white, as white as snow; the other wore a black robe that fluttered in the wind.