Chapter 1193 - 708: Exchange, Top Ten Contest, Sea-Splitting Strike!
"It’s Chen Zhiming!"
"Hurry and watch, Chen Zhiming is on stage!"
The bullet screens erupted, spreading the news.
Chen Zhiming!
He and Kolby were hailed as the ’East and West Twin Stars’ before the tournament began, candidates for the defending champion!
"Unexpectedly, the first match today is our ace player Chen Zhiming against a fourth-tier expert from Rome, Markev."
"Another clash between fourth-tier competitors, truly rare. I’m very excited to see Chen Zhiming’s performance!"
The beautiful host’s eyes curved like crescents. She’s a fan of Chen Zhiming and proudly expressed her joy.
It’s not just her; Chen Zhiming’s domestic fan count slightly surpasses Meng Chuan’s, although internationally, Meng Chuan leads.
This result naturally is closely tied to Chen Zhiming’s appearance and physique.
He and Wang Chongyi have appearances and builds most fitting to the beauty standards of ordinary women in Great Chu...
"Chen Zhiming is on stage again, facing a fourth-tier opponent, which should allow him to showcase more of his power..."
Numerous experts focused their gazes on his live broadcast room, watching intently, trying to scrutinize his every move.
Every fourth-tier participant harbors a desire to become the First Generation.
Even though Sevys Long’s performance was quite fearsome, in many eyes, Chen Zhiming and Kolby are their greatest adversaries!
Previously, his opponents were too weak, so Chen Zhiming won too effortlessly, thus his reputation seemed unremarkable.
But in reality...
...
Chen Zhiming floated over the sea, expressionless as he faced his opponent.
Markev was solemn, tightly gripping his short spear and firm shield, evidently under considerable pressure.
A person’s reputation and a tree’s shadow - the three words ’Chen Zhiming’ of Great Chu’s Martial Arts Grandmaster carry immense deterrence...
Markev knew his chance of victory was slim, but losing gracefully was still acceptable.
After a moment’s resolve, he quickly charged, his footwork insidiously elusive, akin to space leaps, flickering and rapidly approaching within the blink of an eye.
"Chen..."
Before Markev could finish his sentence, Chen Zhiming had already swiftly drawn his hand from the void.
Clang—
His sword-drawing movement outpaced the sonic boom, the sword’s radiance quivered from his wrist, transforming a white rainbow into a single line.
The sword’s edge cleaved downward, slicing through water waves, leaving a ghostly reflection in the seabed.
No sound of air being split could be heard before Markev stood frozen in place.
His body exploded internally, flesh and bone vaporized in an instant, the sword Qi sprayed across the surface, carving a thousand-meter trench in the sea - a chasm unfilled for a long time.
He re-sheathed his sword into the void, the remaining waves continued to expand, only the sound of the wind howling mournfully in the silence.
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"..."
The live broadcast room and spectators hadn’t even reacted before their anticipated ’fourth-tier peak duel’ concluded at lightning speed.
"So powerful, this is Chen Zhiming, synonymous with invincibility!"
"Chen Zhiming has once again reshaped our understanding of a ’strongman’, his strength fathomless."
The beautiful host, seeing her idol win, only then reacted, delightedly lamenting:
"Confronting a fourth-tier competitor, still defeated in one sword strike, this dominance across the field, I’m afraid no one else can be found to rival it!"
That was an extremely powerful fourth-tier elite, the number one from Rome, Markev!
And lost like this?
Clean and decisive, defeating the enemy in one strike.
Chen Zhiming’s performance reshaped the foreign audience’s perception.
They loudly proclaimed Chen Zhiming to be the "Long" slayer; only he could vanquish the equally formidable Sevys Long.
Meili Jian viewers were deeply worried; apart from the Stan Country prodigy, Chen Zhiming’s display also made them uneasy.
Official live stream of Great Chu.
Apart from the initial sighs of awe when the match concluded, the viewers from Great Chu quickly returned to normal.
Chen Zhiming’s prowess was just like that, nothing to be surprised about.
Even though the overlords’ seats never truly represented the strength, toppling each other.
Yet, receiving the organizer’s overlord invitation first, being the foremost overlord, Chen Zhiming was regarded by people as [the first].
As the First of the world’s largest country, in people’s eyes, he should naturally crush other contestants effortlessly.
Exiting the spiritual realm, Markev’s head buzzed.
Just one sword, and he was gone?
He hadn’t even reacted; as soon as he rushed before Chen Zhiming, he lost consciousness and returned to the preparation room.
Only after watching the match replay did he realize how he had truly been instantly vanquished by a single strike, how disastrous the defeat was...
"Is this still human..."
Markev uttered nearly a groaning sigh.
Faced with this sword that was utterly unbeatable, he didn’t even bother to replay the match.
Because Markev knew, he had no chance whatsoever to defeat this terrifying opponent...
Meanwhile, in preparation room 0006.
Meng Chuan watched the projection on the wall’s screen replaying Chen Zhiming’s slash, nodding slightly.
Chen Zhiming’s attack was very fierce.
The White Tiger Grandmaster of Lishan had also told him to be careful of Chen Zhiming’s [Jade Dome Slaughtering Clear Gang].
Witnessing it today, it was indeed true.
Chen Zhiming’s star True Gang was empowered by some Divine Skill, its penetrating power exaggeratingly off the charts, killing strong opponents of the same rank with a single sword...
Watching through the screen, Meng Chuan estimated that the power of Chen Zhiming’s ordinary sword slash likely wasn’t inferior to Thomas’s full burst strike...
Moreover, he noticed more things with this sword...
His expression serious, he re-watched the video.
Through the environmental impact created by this sword slash, Meng Chuan simulated and deduced in his mind...
On the other side, the smart brain had been matching for half an hour, showing he was still in the queue.
"This round has 90% fewer contestants, and with the so-called intelligent algorithm, the matching system hasn’t found me a suitable opponent, causing this situation...
Since I can’t compete at the moment, let’s train first."
Meng Chuan indicated to the smart brain to close the replay projection of Chen Zhiming’s match, pondering silently.
The difficulty of the upcoming duels will rise sharply.
Since the intervals between matches are longer, use the extra time for training.
No slacking off ever, not just for the competition.
The threat from the Cosmos is like a bone stuck in the throat.
With the rampant increase in Demon Nests on earth, a full-scale invasion war will break out sooner or later.
Seize every day to make oneself stronger!
...
Red Refining Banner.
Layers of dark red soil, Meng Chuan stood on an empty field.
He reached into the void, retrieving Demon Subduer, intending to warm up before training.
He had long realized that, no matter how he damaged it, the hidden "Energy Layer" previously visited in the banner would slowly repair.
So he exerted himself freely.
Wielding a large halberd, Meng Chuan imagined competing against Chen Zhiming.
Crescent moon-like gusts slit through the air, massive waves of ominous white visible to the naked eye.
Heavy yet swift, the halberd shadows seemed phantom-like, in the blink of an eye striking hundreds of dark halberd rays.
His strike speed was still increasing, growing faster and faster.
Like flowing water, endless and continuous.
As a halberd shadow burst forth, hundreds followed, like huge waves in a storm, akin to dark clouds over the city...
Faced with this terrifying scene, yet Meng Chuan shook his head slightly, still unsatisfied:
"My speed is still not fast enough, and seems disorderly during successive attacks, most crucial is with this strike speed, I’ll end up like Markev, being slashed by Chen Zhiming’s sword before I can react...
Even though I can withstand it, or rely on the mutated reaction nerves to try dodging, but why can’t I initiate first, be faster and strike him first?"
His strength already perfectly mastered Demon Subduer.
To improve hand speed beyond the innate difference in weapons, only stronger explosive power and technique can help.
Chen Zhiming’s instantaneous explosive strike speed was quite a terrifying concept.
Ten thousand meters per second threshold!
This was a figure Meng Chuan could never reach, so he simply paused training Qi Blood, not missing out for a moment.
In terms of explosive power, Meng Chuan believed he was absolutely not inferior to Chen Zhiming.
Dragon Elephant Dharma Foundation, Yin-Yang True Demon, ultimate liberation.
Opening all three states simultaneously, focusing purely on explosive power, even Chen Zhiming must kneel before him!
If his strike speed can’t catch up, the greatest possibility is a lack of technique!
The weapon technique in swordsmanship, though vastly different from halberd techniques.
But with his body’s strength, he could already ignore many thresholds.
Using the heavy halberd like a light sword was not just empty talk.
He savored Chen Zhiming’s entire process from drawing to hacking sword, looking for a feeling, trying to discover some kind of hidden pattern within.
Meng Chuan practiced imitation, his eyes growing ever brighter...
"I found it, it’s precisely the wrist flick that drastically boosts strike speed..."
In his mind, Chen Zhiming’s "wrist flick" process grew increasingly clearer.
Through such an action alone, after analyzing, he broke it down into thirty-three processes.
Holding Demon Subduer, Meng Chuan repeatedly replicated and learned, transforming it into an instant strike technique suitable for the halberd.
More transcendent startling wisdom quietly operated...