Chapter 737: Chapter Thirty-One: Advice

The arrogant residents of Martial Saint Mountain don’t bother with backup plans. Every three years, students from the top hundred ranks in the outer sections act as challengers—they either cultivate different methods or boast various bloodlines. But they all share one thing in common: they are incredibly powerful.

As a martial artist in the Mortal Realm, you would struggle to find stronger individuals. At most, one could only surpass them by a hair’s breadth.

However, that small margin might be enough to defeat them, but actually killing them would be as difficult as ascending the heavens, especially this challenger at the twenty-eighth arena.

Uncontrollable laughter echoed across Bifang Mountain’s platform. The idle challengers standing around crossed their arms, looking on with amusement, anticipating the upcoming spectacle.

Even the twenty-eighth challenger named Step Dust, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, had a smirk on his face.

Arrogant and impulsive—these qualities hadn’t vanished even in the most ancient of human sanctuaries. Tang Luo’s face remained expressionless, preparing to leap onto the stage when a worried female medic grabbed his sleeve.

“Wait a bit, young man.” She released Tang Luo’s sleeve, pointing at an unconscious Tang Xing, “He’ll wake up soon after taking the Restorative Divine Elixir. Right now, his family should be at his side. Aren’t you going to wait for him to awake?”

Bifang Mountain by the Martial Saint Mountain school, the benevolent heart of the medic did

take long.” Tang Luo nodded with a smile, acknowledging the medic’s concern, but revenge couldn’t wait. He hoped that when his brother opened his eyes, he could see this youngster lying next to him on the

person is named Step Dust, a direct descendant

artist in his thirties, she probably wouldn’t have been as worried. But, understanding how challenging it is for a small clan to nurture prodigies, she couldn’t help but

here at such a young age

sanctuary of the Human Race, it is the source of all martial arts. You can’t compare the noble offspring you’ve encountered

year. Every warrior who steps onto the arena has reached the peak of the Mortal Realm. Even a Divine Son from a sacred place wouldn’t

destined to fly to the heavens. After this, you will never see them again. Why risk

simple truth, the words of the Fierce Realm Arbitrator sounded sincere, not shying away from expressing

people tend to fear nothing. Yet, after observing Bifang Mountain’s competitors, they had all lost their

words were like a divine sword, creating a chasm between them

arenas, they weren’t really there to challenge, merely observing. Each new observation increased their reverence

Tang Luo in

be killed! Each challenger’s eyes

the center of the arena with his arms crossed and chin raised, he said, “Didn’t you ask if you could cripple me? Let me tell you, if you have the ability, feel free to use it

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