Supreme Dragon Lord-Chapter 374: The Final Contest!

Upon hearing Lei Yiqun’s words, all ten contestants nodded. This time, Long Chen, who had a bye in the previous round, would also have to compete.

With a grand wave of his hand, Lei Yiqun summoned a tournament bracket that appeared before everyone. Long Chen glanced over it and saw that Tang Le’s opponent was a Bladesman from the west. His blade techniques were fierce and formidable, often catching people off guard.

Long Xin, on the other hand, was matched against an expert in palm strikes. His palm technique was sublime. The hidden force it contained was nearly impossible to defend against, making him an exceedingly dangerous opponent.

As for Long Chen’s own opponent, his eyes narrowed slightly when he saw the name Qi Yuanchen. He had never seen this person fight for real. In the previous round of tests, Qi Yuanchen had crushed his opponent with ease, never revealing his true strength. Thus, Long Chen had no idea what to expect from his upcoming opponent’s abilities. However, he harbored no contempt. He knew very well that anyone who had made it this far would be powerful.

As for Zhang Cangsong, he was matched against a Swordsman. While their skills were comparable, Zhang Cangsong held the edge in terms of his Realm.

"The next match will be Zhang Cangsong versus Xi Youzi," the Jinglei Sect disciple announced.

Almost simultaneously, Zhang Cangsong and Xi Youzi appeared on the platform. With his hands behind his back, Zhang Cangsong stood proudly, staring intently at his opponent.

He spoke indifferently, "You are not my match. If you know what’s good for you, get off the stage. Do as I say, and you might spare yourself some pain."

Hearing this, Xi Youzi merely snorted, paying his words no mind. With a calm expression, he retorted, "I know who you are—just the young master of the nearby Zhang Family. Your status might intimidate those who haven’t seen the world, but to me, it’s not even worth mentioning. If you want my respect, you’ll have to show me your true strength!"

At these words, Zhang Cangsong’s eyes narrowed, a hint of fury surfacing within them.

Is every nobody daring enough to act so brazenly before me now? I already lost a great deal of face because of Long Chen, and now this nobody dares to run his mouth? I will not let this slide! Otherwise, how can I maintain my reputation in the Rivers and Lakes?

Thinking this, Zhang Cangsong’s gaze darkened as he stared at Xi Youzi. "Very good," he said coolly. "Remember what you just said. I will make you regret your words and actions!"

With that, Zhang Cangsong took a step forward and vanished in a flash. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared right in front of Xi Youzi.

Seeing this, Xi Youzi’s expression turned grim. He immediately took a step back, swiftly drew the Sharp Sword from his waist, and thrust it fiercely at Zhang Cangsong.

Zhang Cangsong didn’t dodge, instead throwing a direct punch.

The next second, the Fist Shadow collided violently with the Sharp Sword. The impact created a terrifying ripple of energy that swept out in all directions. With a low shout from Zhang Cangsong, a powerful force erupted from the collision, sending Xi Youzi staggering back.

Before Xi Youzi could even regain his footing, Zhang Cangsong’s figure flashed forward again and he threw another punch. Unable to parry, Xi Youzi was knocked to the ground. Seeing that Zhang Cangsong was about to strike again, he panicked.

"I concede!" he yelled.

But even knowing that Xi Youzi was surrendering, Zhang Cangsong showed no sign of stopping. In an instant, he was before his opponent and unleashed another punch. Xi Youzi was too slow to react. He was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground. His face turned deathly pale as his internal qi and blood churned violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing Zhang Cangsong’s clear intent to kill, Lei Yiqun’s brow furrowed.

"Stop!" he ordered in a low voice. With a slight wave of his hand, a surge of power swept toward Zhang Cangsong.

Feeling the overwhelming strength of this power, Zhang Cangsong’s eyelids twitched. He had no choice but to abandon his attack on Xi Youzi and hurriedly made a move to block, but he was still thrown back by the force.

"Hm?" Zhang Cangsong frowned deeply and looked up at Lei Yiqun in confusion.

"This is a spar, not a fight to the death," Lei Yiqun stated calmly. These were the top ten contestants. Regardless of their final ranking, they would all be recruited into the Jinglei Sect. How could he possibly stand by and watch Xi Youzi come to harm?

Hearing this, Zhang Cangsong was displeased but said nothing. He simply turned his head away coldly. "Kid, consider yourself lucky. Otherwise, you’d be a dead man right now."

Once Zhang Cangsong had left the platform, Xi Youzi finally breathed a sigh of relief, realizing he had nearly lost his life.

I never should have provoked that guy. To become his punching bag for no reason at all... I’m speechless!

"In this round, Zhang Cangsong is the winner!" the disciple announced. "Next match: Tang Le versus Wang Xiang."

As the disciple’s voice rang out, Long Chen and Long Xin both turned their eyes to Tang Le. Tang Le said nothing, but gave them a firm nod. With a single step, he leaped into the air and landed squarely on the platform.

Just then, a cold light flashed. A massive blade fell from the sky and slammed onto the platform.

BOOM!

The deafening sound rang out as the blade sank deep into the platform. A dense spiderweb of cracks spread out in all directions. The resulting gust of wind whipped at Tang Le’s robes, but he remained completely unaffected.

Following the blade, a short man appeared on the platform. He was no taller than one-and-a-half meters and had a slender build. This was Wang Xiang. Judging by his appearance, it was hard to imagine him wielding such a colossal weapon. The blade’s length was nearly equal to his own height.

He clasped his hands and bowed politely toward Tang Le. "Brother, I am Wang Xiang. Please enlighten me!"

"Tang Le," Tang Le replied, acknowledging his opponent’s courtesy with a slight nod.

Wang Xiang leaped forward, snatching up his great blade as he advanced. He swung the weapon rapidly, unleashing a surge of tremendous power as he charged directly at Tang Le.