My Confidence Is Shattered, I Really Am Not a Heaven's Chosen
Ma Desheng was quite surprised to see Wang Qiang defeat Gao Ming, and was even more shocked when he learned that Wang Qiang was not the system's host.
He hadn't expected that the other party, without the support of a system, could have honed their physical body and Primordial Spirit to such a degree solely through their own efforts.
This is a truly exceptionally talented prodigy, with the potential to climb the Combat Power Ranking in the future.
But the opponent just happened to run into me. No matter how outstanding their talent is, they haven't fully matured yet and are no match for me.
This time, he will personally defeat this future prodigy and seize the position of Holy Son.
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his face.
This might be his first and only chance to defeat a prodigy, so he must seize it.
Seeing that Wang Qiang was still healing on the stage, he did not immediately go up on stage, but turned to look at the live broadcast room.
The atmosphere in the live stream was electric, with comments flooding the screen.
"My God, Wang Qiang actually turned the tide! His ability to seize opportunities is amazing!"
"Wang Qiang has this kind of strength even without being bound to a system; he'll have a good chance of climbing the Combat Power Ranking once he's bound to one."
"This is the first time I've seen a system host lose to a cultivator without a system. Gao Ming was far too careless."
"Gao Ming Gao Ming! You actually stumbled because of a moment's carelessness, making our system host lose face."
"When will the streamer go on stage? We must beat Wang Qiang and win back face for our system host."
"That's right, you can't lose again. If you lose too, our system host will be laughed at."
Ma Desheng smiled confidently and spoke in the live broadcast room using his Divine Sense:
"Fellow Daoists, please be patient. Wang Qiang is still healing his injuries. Once he is fully recovered, I will go up on stage to fight him."
Just wait and see what I've done. I will never underestimate my opponent like Gao Ming did.
As soon as he finished speaking, he looked up at the arena and saw that Wang Qiang had already recovered from his injuries. He was surprised that the other party's healing speed was so amazing. It seemed that the other party was not simple either.
But he didn't care much; no matter how formidable the other party was, it was of no use.
As the system host, his foundation was far superior to that of Gao Ming, who had only recently bound himself to the system.
Unless Wang Qiang possesses the strength of the Nascent Soul Realm, he has absolutely no chance of winning.
Through prior observation, he had already ascertained the other party's background.
Their combat strength is at the Golden Core level; they are skilled in ranged attacks using flying swords and also possess the ability to attack with their Primordial Spirit.
But these methods are simply not enough to defeat oneself.
Thinking of this, his fighting spirit surged, and he leaped into the air, landing steadily on the arena. He cupped his hands and said, "Junior Brother Wang, Ma Desheng has come to learn from you."
Wang Qiang thought that after the fierce battle just now, everyone had witnessed his fighting power and no one would come up to challenge him. Unexpectedly, as soon as his injuries healed, someone jumped onto the stage.
Moreover, the newcomer was at the Golden Core Realm Peak Stage, a full two minor realms higher than himself.
Although the other party had already restrained their aura and showed no sign of arrogance, their willingness to step onto the stage at this moment was enough to demonstrate their confidence.
Wang Qiang felt a chill run down his spine, secretly wondering if this person was the prodigy Gao Ming had mentioned earlier.
A thousand thoughts flashed by in an instant. He cupped his hands in greeting and said, "Greetings, Senior Brother Ma. Please enlighten me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he swiftly formed sword incantations with both hands, and two flying swords burst forth with fierce Sword Qi, like meteors piercing the sky, rushing straight towards his opponent.
Ma Desheng remained calm as he watched the flying swords hurtling towards him. He took out his spirit sword and casually unleashed two beams of sword light, directly knocking the two flying swords away.
He then unleashed three more sword strikes, three sharp sword lights that blocked all of Wang Qiang's escape routes.
Then, he flashed forward and swiftly attacked his opponent, continuously slashing at Wang Qiang with his sword.
Faced with such a fierce and violent attack, Wang Qiang was terrified. He quickly dodged and weaved, while simultaneously urging his flying sword to defend and block the attack.
Clang! Clang!
Two piercing metallic clangs rang out, and his flying sword was once again blasted away by the sword light.
"No! Block them!"
Seeing another sword light pierce the air, Wang Qiang hurriedly retreated, raising a spiritual energy shield.
With his hands moving rapidly in Method Formula, five thick earthen walls formed in front of him, attempting to intercept the attack.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Five consecutive loud bangs, and the five-layered earthen wall was completely shattered by a single sword strike.
The remaining sword light slammed into the spiritual energy shield, instantly causing it to crack all over with fine fissures, barely managing to block the attack.
Before he could even catch his breath, an even more domineering and sharp sword light suddenly attacked, tearing through the spiritual energy shield and breaking through the protective armor, almost splitting him in two.
He crashed heavily onto the ring, his body sliding along the ground, blood pooling everywhere.
Intense pain swept through his body. Wang Qiang looked down at the wound on his chest that was constantly bleeding, the remaining Sword Qi still raging within him.
He quickly took out a healing pill and swallowed it, then used Secret Method to recover from his injuries. He looked up at Ma Desheng, who had already stopped fighting, his eyes filled with undisguised shock.
He never expected his opponent's attack to be so fierce and domineering, giving him no chance to breathe at all, and defeating him in just a few moves. The difference in their strength was so vast that it was despairing.
At this moment, he was certain that Ma Desheng was the Gao Ming had previously mentioned.
The Cloud Heaven Sect first produced a Gao Ming, and now they've produced an even stronger one, Ma Desheng. It's really absurd.
He chuckled inwardly, wondering if he had stumbled into a den of geniuses.
My current combat power is entirely due to the blessing of the All Heavens Chat Group. Could it be that Gao Ming and Ma Desheng are also cheaters?
But on second thought, the possibility is extremely slim.
His face was deathly pale, and a bitter expression tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Senior Brother Ma, I admit defeat."
To be defeated by a prodigy like you, I am utterly convinced.
Upon hearing this, Ma Desheng immediately shook his head in denial. "I am not a prodigy. My strength is not worthy of the title. I am just an ordinary cultivator."
I absolutely cannot accept the title of "prodigy." I know my own situation well and I am completely unworthy of this praise.
Nowadays, only those who make it onto the Combat Power Ranking are qualified to call themselves prodigies; others are simply not qualified.
Moreover, since the entire event is being broadcast live, accepting the title of "prodigy" would only invite ridicule and mockery from countless system hosts, causing him to lose face throughout the entire system host community.
He would never do something so foolish.
Wang Qiang was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He carefully observed Ma Desheng's expression. The other man didn't seem to be feigning modesty, nor did he seem to be joking at all. He was serious and spoke with utmost earnestness.
He completely lost his composure.
If someone with Ma Desheng's strength can't be called a prodigy, then how powerful must a true prodigy be?
How big is the gap between myself and the other person?
"Impossible! You possess such strength, and you're not even a prodigy? Just how powerful would one have to be to deserve the title of prodigy?"
He questioned the situation loudly and emotionally, which aggravated his injuries, causing him to vomit several mouthfuls of blood.
Ma Desheng shrugged slightly, spread his hands, and began to explain:
"I understand that it's hard for you to accept, but I'm certainly not a prodigy. There are countless cultivators in the world more powerful than me. You'll understand when you meet them in the future."