"One move, and he defeated a Bright Force expert at the peak of mastery?"
Zhou Yun felt that Chen Jingping's strength was far from limited to this. He hadn't used any martial arts on the arena, or even circulated his Dark Force.
In other words, he had suppressed his opponent with nothing but the power of his qi and blood. It was terrifying.
Usually, Senior Brother Chen seemed refined and easygoing. Who would've thought he'd inherited the strength of the Iron-Forging Clan? Those two blows had even made Zhou Yun take him a little more seriously.
But when it came to strength, Zhou Yun wasn't exactly afraid of him. If anything, he was eager to test himself.
He carried the Black Iron Great Spear and practiced his spear techniques with it every day. He'd long since built up his strength.
He'd simply suffered from a lack of opponents. Now, it seemed this Three Halls Martial Tournament definitely wouldn't disappoint him.
On the arena, Chen Jingping walked toward the stands and reached the section reserved for the Black Stone Martial Hall.
"Congratulations, Senior Brother Chen."
Zhou Yun rose and cupped his hands.
"Not at all. It was only the second round."
Chen Jingping waved a hand and smiled. "He was only a martial artist at the peak of Bright Force mastery. If I couldn't take him down cleanly in this round, I'd bring shame upon our martial hall."
"You're too modest, Senior Brother. It shouldn't be difficult for you to place in the top three at this tournament."
Shen Qingxue shook her head with a rueful smile. "But at my level, the gap between me and all of you senior brothers seems to grow wider by the day..."
"Junior Sister, don't sell yourself short. You have ties with both my Chen