"Thank you for the match." Qing Chen withdrew his ji and stood, his breathing as steady as before.
It was as though he had merely warmed up.
From beginning to end, he had not even revealed his Magnetic Origin Spells or demon lotus;
much less the incomparably powerful Third Mudra Art, the "Sentient Beings Annihilation Seal," which he had comprehended to great depth.
His opponent this round had been of normal strength, in keeping with the principle of pairing the strong against the weak.
Zhao Pan coughed up a mouthful of stagnant blood, his breathing unsteady. With a bitter smile, he struggled to his feet and cupped his fists.
"Deputy Commander Qing, your mastery of the ji is divine, and your body and dharma dual cultivation is formidable. I concede wholeheartedly!"
The rear army soldiers below the stage erupted into an uproar, whispering among themselves;
meanwhile, the Central Army Second Division burst into another round of enthusiastic cheers.
Now, Deputy Gentleman of the Palace Qing and Gentleman of the Palace Wuxin had both successfully advanced to the next round, along with a Title-Bearing Commandant.
This greatly boosted the Central Army Second Division's morale.
Grinning broadly, Sun Wudi said smugly to those beside him, "See that? That's what it really means to wield a blade with room to spare!
"That Three Corpses demon must have had green smoke rising from his ancestral grave to get our lord to use his Blood Seal move. Otherwise, when would he ever have had the chance to witness a spell like that?"
Qing Chen leaped down from the arena, turning a deaf ear to the surrounding clamor.
His gaze swept across the command platform. Chan Master Xuanshan gave him a slight nod, a trace of approval in his eyes, evidently fairly satisfied.
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