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Chapter 848: Chapter 142: The Fire God Reaps a Bountiful Harvest

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For Tang Luo, the title of a generation’s prodigy might be but an empty honor, but for everyone else, that was not the case.

Mi Bai had returned to the martial path, but in truth had not yet mastered the basics and did not understand the intricacies of the Longzhou martial arts competition, simply nodding with a half-understanding. Meanwhile, Lu Ningxue did know that the platform was not meant for the Longzhou gentry; it was just a way for the two holy lands to see how much progress the martial prowess of the gentry had made.

The real protagonists of this competition were the sect disciples under thirty years old, those top-tier prodigies who, despite their youth, had been immersed in the martial path for over twenty years.

Before the Mora King appeared, even prodigies from families with top-tier bloodlines who managed to break into the top ten were considered extraordinarily lucky. The first three places were always held by various sects. Looking back over the previous nineteen terms, at least thirty percent of the champions had been disciples of the Beast Taming Sect, followed by the remainder divided among other sects.

The fact that a scion of an emerging clan had won was unthinkable, not to mention how startlingly young he was.

Though everyone referred to him as Brother Tang, Tang Luo was just over twenty years old. For someone of his age to suppress the Longzhou sect prodigies with his bare fists to the point of shame?

Even Lu Ningxue, who did not take pleasure in martial combat, had to admit that the title of the unrivaled prodigy was not as insignificant as Tang Luo claimed it to be.

It did not take long for the two beast carriages to arrive at the Beast Taming Sect’s station. Upon entering Kunwu County, Longxi and the others had left their phoenix chariots at this station, and it was the perfect time to retrieve them.

to the phoenix chariots and leaving the station, Tang Luo’s expression grew somber, for that familiar

the prying sensation and, glancing at the sky, said

spirit qualification of the body, they become connected with the world around them and can also do many things previously impossible. In other words, this feeling of being watched was from a Grandmaster, and Tang Luo’s

and sped westward, those aboard from Longxi, aside from Tang Luo and Xiao Jinlin, were

Cui Haoran—if the Tang Clan was already a family with a grand lineage, then these two were prodigies born to mid-sized families in Longzhou.

arts competition, they had not only sparred with descendants of those legendary places but also fostered good relations with numerous scions of great families. This exhilarating experience felt so real that they

pondering how to connect with the world’s unparalleled beauties, but

the years, being led by Xiao Jinlin in the struggle to seize different fires and having numerous close contacts with powerful families, Xiao Ziyu didn’t hold much respect

what saddened him the most was not his final ranking of thirty-first but the realization that aside from the four Fierce Realm warriors ahead

of the Divine Fire bloodline, coupled with eight different fires—any one of these attributes, on their own, placed

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he possessed several divine abilities, he failed to utilize them in a way that they enhanced each other. Instead, due to his overwhelming natural talent, his cultivation remained shallow, compounded by an undefeated

combat experience, even when facing opponents weaker than

his talents, others might tirelessly explore a single ability thousands of times to fully understand it, but he owned too many and mastered none. He thought he could outperform the world’s heroes by multitasking,

solely on the path of the Fire Element was enough. Yet, he forgot the principle that the solitary yang does not last long—sequestered practice led to little advancement. Over the years, he had never considered studying martial arts systematically nor focused on improving

Realm would naturally make him invincible. As a result, he who made

martial arts tournament, turned into dust, leaving

himself to the art of combat, studied more martial