Unrivaled Martial Emperor

As the Chen Clan hailed from a Grade-3 city, there was an underlying belief among the spectators that their foundation and strength were notably inferior to the other prestigious clans from Watermoon City.

The perceived gap in power extended beyond the top experts of the clans to include their younger generation members.

From the crowd’s point of view, the Chen Clan was sure to rank at the bottom in this City Clash Convention.

However, the strength displayed by their juniors had greatly exceeded the crowd’s expectations for two consecutive rounds.

Chen Chuge and Chen Jian were both at the eighth level. They could be in the top three among juniors if they were part of the Zhao Clan or the Zheng Clan, the city’s leading clans.

Were the Chen Clan’s foundations really weak when their juniors had such immense strength?

The crowd soon found a reason to comfort themselves.

“Maybe they knew the other clans would target them, so they spent a fortune to raise these juniors’ strengths...”

The Chen Clan had taken the Lin Clan’s centuries' worth of treasures. So, the idea of nurturing outstanding juniors quickly through substantial investment didn't seem implausible.

Perhaps the Chen Clan had invested heavily in Chen Chuge and Chen Jian.

However, no one could guarantee that was the truth.

As Chen Fan's voice resonated, it became apparent to everyone that underestimating the Chen Clan might not be a wise choice.

If anyone dared to call the Chen Clan’s descendants pushovers or country bumpkins to humiliate them, the Chen Clan’s juniors would not show them any mercy. Zhao Qian and Zheng Qingshan served as valuable lessons for everyone.

As time swiftly passed, numerous battles unfolded, leading to the elimination of many participants.

The juniors from other clans, initially eager to target the Chen Clan, hesitated to casually insult them now.

To their surprise, the crowd discovered that the Chen Clan’s descendants were simply too strong as the battles continued. All the fighters until now had been at the eighth level, and none suffered a loss.

“How is this possible? How are the Chen Clan’s participants all that strong?”

“Heavens! Chen Chuge, Chen Jian, Chen Kai, Chen Luoyang, and Chen Yaoyao are all in the eighth level. Heavens, am I seeing things?” [1]

“So that’s why Chen Fan acted so boldly. It turns out that the Chen Clan’s juniors are all so strong.”

“......”

The crowd’s shocked gazes fell on the Chen Clan’s members. Their mouths were so wide a duck egg could fit in them.

After several matches, it became evident that every representative of the Chen Clan possessed eighth-level Qigong cultivation, leaving the crowd dumbfounded.

Even the Zhao Clan, the top martial clan in Watermoon City, had only three or four participants at the eighth level of the Qigong realm among their representatives.

In contrast, all five Chen Clan members who had already fought were at the eighth level, surpassing even the Zhao Clan in this aspect.

Apart from the ordinary spectators, even those from the other great martial clans looked shocked; their eyes were slightly narrowed.

The Chen Clan’s foundation and strength seemed far beyond expectations.

The Zhao Clan’s and the Zheng Clan’s people had horrid expressions on their faces.

Their two clans had already fallen out with the Chen Clan; if they were to be matched together, the fight would only end with one of them dying.

However, the Chen Clan’s juniors were strong, so killing them proved to be an arduous task for the descendants of their clans.

“Main battle platform, Zhao Clan’s Zhao Ziyang versus Chen Clan’s Chen Jun.”

When Wanderer Dead Wood called out Zhao Ziyang’s name, he immediately stepped forth and loosened his neck. He looked in the Chen Clan’s direction with a ferocious expression and said coldly, “It’s finally my turn. Brat, are you ready to meet your end?”

“It’s finally Zhao Ziyang’s turn to go up. He’s the strongest cultivator among Watermoon City’s younger generation with a peak-stage, eighth-level cultivation. The Chen Clan will suffer defeat this time... right?”

“It's not just about suffering a loss! Zhao Ziyang has endured it for a long time. Now that it's his turn to fight, especially someone from the Chen... He will kill Chen Jun and avenge Zhao Qian.”

“Although the strength of the Chen Clan’s juniors had exceeded everyone’s expectations, Zhao Ziyang is surely the strongest of them all. The Chen Clan’s people are no match for him.”

“......”

The crowd discussed among themselves.

As the crowd waited to see Zhao Ziyang display his godly might, Chen Fan spat out two words.

“Admit defeat!”

Despite Zhao Ziyang not revealing his aura, Chen Fan, with his discerning eye, confirmed his true cultivation level.

Zhao Ziyang was indeed a Qi Grandmaster powerhouse, a level far beyond Chen Jun's eighth-level Qigong cultivation.

Chen Jun was very straightforward. Following Chen Fan's directive, he admitted defeat without even stepping onto the battle platform.

“I admit defeat!”

Chen Fan was a god-like existence in the hearts of everyone in the Chen Clan.

If Chen Fan ordered him to admit defeat, Chen Jun would naturally go along with it.

“What? Chen Jun admitted defeat directly! Talk about being straightforward.”

“Seriously? He didn’t even go up on the battle platform before surrendering. This...”

“Hoho, looks like Chen Fan knows Chen Jun is not Zhao Ziyang’s match. So, he wisely prevented Chen Jun from facing certain death.”

“That’s right...”

“......”

After freezing briefly, the crowd immediately erupted into heated discussions.

Meanwhile, Zhao Ziyang’s footsteps came to an abrupt stop.

He slowly turned around and looked at Chen Jun, then toward Chen Fan.

Zhao Ziyang roared out loud, his complexion flushed red with anger and his eyes wide with rage.

“How could you admit defeat?”

He admitted defeat!

How could Chen Jun admit defeat?

Not only that, he did not even go up on stage and directly surrendered.

Zhao Ziyang had planned to unleash his Qi Grandmaster strength the moment he entered the fight, swiftly killing Chen Jun without giving him a chance to surrender.

However, Chen Jun's immediate surrender from the sidelines left Zhao Ziyang feeling like his punch had landed on cotton—ineffective and powerless.

Boiling rage erupted from the depths of Zhao Ziyang’s heart like a volcano. Intense killing intent emanated from him, and he was on the verge of rushing over to end Chen Jun.

The crowd rolled their eyes back.

Can’t he admit defeat?

“Ahem, the victor of this match is Zhao Ziyang.”

Wanderer Dead Tree coughed dryly.

He was really worried that Zhao Ziyang would act recklessly.

After four hours, the first round concluded with half of the eighty-eight participants eliminated. Surprisingly, all Chen Clan members, except for Chen Jun, advanced to the second round, stunning the onlookers.

The second round began very soon. The talented youths went up to the battle arenas once more.

Wanderer Dead Tree called out Chen Chuge to fight against Zhao Ziyang. However, Chen Fan intervened again, sparing Chen Chuge from the confrontation.

“Admit defeat.”

Zhao Ziyang’s gaze turned icy.

Chen Chuge had killed Zhao Qian in the first battle. Zhao Ziyang had to kill him.

Yet, Chen Chuge didn't even set foot on the stage, immediately surrendering and denying Zhao Ziyang the opportunity for revenge. Although burning with rage inside, he had no choice but to endure it.

1. In 240 Chen Jian was one of the juniors mentioned to have become a Qi Grandmaster. He didn’t raise his aura to the max and reveal his true cultivation level. ☜

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