Chapter 332: Immortal Path's Eternity, Not Yours

Chapter 332: Immortal Path's Eternity, Not Yours

The National Martial Arts Tournament continued.

Soon, it was Qi Yuan's turn.

"Contestant number 06, Qi Yuan, enter the arena!"

With this announcement, Qi Yuan stepped onto the stage.

In the private box, the Golden Canary eagerly waved her tiny fists, holding a glow stick and cheering with excitement.

"Go, Qi Yuan!"

At this moment, the Golden Canary became Qi Yuan's cheerleader.

Xu Tiehua, who had just finished his match, tensed up and watched Qi Yuan intently.

To be honest, he had previously considered Qi Yuan merely as a fellow student from the same martial arts hall, and he never thought of comparing himself to Qi Yuan.

But now, with Qi Yuan entering the National Tournament through a special channel, Xu Tiehua naturally paid more attention to Qi Yuan.

He wanted to understand what made Qi Yuan so special.

The strong do not bother comparing themselves with the weak, but when it comes to those of the same level, the desire to compete becomes intense.

"Xing Yu, who do you think will win this match?" Xu Tiehua asked.

Xing Yu took a serious look at the arena, "Qi Yuan's opponent is the Charging Hand, Xie Heng. He once made it to the top 100 in the National Tournament and is not far from the Martial Limit. The probability of his victory is high."

Xing Yu analyzed rationally.

Wang Shiqiao shook her head, "Qi Yuan will win."

With Qi Yuan's presence, victory was assured.

There was no need to think about it.

"Haha, it's rare for you two to disagree.

No worries, let's sit tight, and we'll have the result in a few minutes..."

Xu Tiehua's words abruptly stopped, and the tangerine in his hand fell to the ground as a look of shock appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, cheers erupted throughout the venue.

A mechanical voice also sounded at this instant.

"Contestant number 06, Qi Yuan, wins!"

"It's an instant victory!" Xu Tiehua was astonished.

Wang Shiqiao's body stiffened slightly, and a fervent expression appeared on her face.

Sure enough... it must be him.

Xu Tiehua's heart couldn't help but feel a sense of defeat, 'Such strength, it must be the Martial Limit!

He's so young, and he's only been cultivating martial arts for... a few months, and he's already reached the Martial Limit.

The gap between people... how can it be so vast?"

Qi Yuan's victory was indeed a cause for joy.

But seeing Qi Yuan's strength, it was even more heartbreaking than his own first-round elimination.

He had cultivated martial arts for so long, barely reaching the national level.

In the end, Qi Yuan surpassed him by far in less than three months.

Seeing this, Xing Yu's expression also changed slightly, but she still smiled and said, "Senior Brother Xu, if your martial arts journey doesn't go as planned, you can always return to your wealthy family and noble title.

That's something... even the National Tournament champion can't compare to."

A hint of envy appeared in Xing Yu's eyes.

In her opinion, the National Tournament champion was nothing more than a famous internet celebrity.

It would probably take a long time to monetize their fame and accumulate a fortune.

Both Xing Yu and Xu Tiehua possessed such wealth.

Xu Tiehua also had a title that made almost all the people of the Great Qin Kingdom go crazy.

Hearing Xing Yu's words, Xu Tiehua finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much more comfortable. Still, he said, "Without relying on my family background, I'm far behind Qi Yuan."

"Isn't family background also a manifestation of strength?" Xing Yu said from the side.

Some people's starting line is a finish line that most people can't reach even after a lifetime of effort.

The following Martial Arts Tournament was quite civilized.

Without the taunting segment, everyone was restrained.

Even when knocked down on the arena, no one dared to talk big.

At most, they would say a harmless line like, "I'll be back."

Anyway, this Martial Arts Tournament was the most civilized one.

However, the intensity of the fights was not weak, and there were many instant victories.

Especially Zhang Yang, who instantly defeated all his opponents.

Qi Yuan also achieved an effortless victory.

Soon, the second day of the Martial Arts Tournament arrived.

However, this time, an unusual twenty-one contestants made it to the finals.

With twenty-two contestants, this meant that one person would have to sit out.

At this moment, everyone's attention was on the draw.

Qi Yuan also eagerly said, "My luck has always been good. Come on, let me sit this one out?"

The numbers on the big screen continued to spin.

The Golden Canary smiled lightly, "Your Robot Zero-One is the best at hacking, right? Let it secretly rig the draw, and all will be well."

"Cheating is bad, unethical, but yeah, you've reminded me." Qi Yuan seemed deep in thought.

When he was in the Gale World, he threatened the Immortal Path every day.

In the end, his threats worked.

Now, he also wanted to sit out.

So... should he continue threatening the Immortal Path?

"Hey, you guys up there, how about a word of thanks? After all, I've contributed a lot to the civilization and harmony of the world. Can you open a backdoor for me?" Qi Yuan whispered to the sky.

The Golden Canary smiled, "Asking the Immortal Path to open a backdoor is also cheating, isn't it?"

"No, it's not the same." Qi Yuan turned his head.

This wasn't him cheating; it was merely the Immortal Path expressing gratitude and repaying his kindness.

The White Lady, to repay Xu Xian's kindness, offered herself to him.

What's the big deal if the Immortal Path opens a backdoor for him?

(End)

At this moment, the numbers on the screen froze.

A hint of surprise flashed in Qi Yuan's eyes, "As expected, threatening the heavenly path is still useful. I... got a bye."

Qi Yuan sighed, "It seems I should threaten more often in the future."

Qi Yuan was delighted; getting a bye was better than having to fight on stage.

If he kept threatening, who knows, maybe he'd get a bye straight into the finals.

Watching others compete while lying down and slacking off, who wouldn't enjoy that?

With a bye in the first round, there was a chance for another bye in the second round.

But there was no bye in the third round.

Because only six people remained.

Perhaps Qi Yuan's threats to the heavenly path had worked, as he got a bye in the first two rounds and faced Northern Crane Han Xianyun in the third round, Han Xianyun saw Qi Yuan, he immediately surrendered.

This scene prompted many spectators to voice their discontent.

"It's rigged!"

"There's definitely some foul play going on!"

"That kid's luck is off the charts!"

"Not only did he get a bye, but his opponent surrendered immediately!"

"That's Northern Crane Han Xianyun we're talking about!"

"It must be some rich second-generation experiencing life."

"He's so handsome; I'd love to bear his child."

"Hey, buddy, watch your language. Keep it classy in public."

At this moment, Southern Lion Zhang Yang had just finished his battle, and his sharp gaze fell upon Qi Yuan's private box, filled with fighting spirit.

Zhang Yang returned to his box to rest, as the final battle would take place in an hour.

The rules of the final battle were simple: a three-way free-for-all, and the last one standing would be the champion.

As Zhang Yang entered his box, attendants immediately began tending to his needs.

"Congratulations, Zhang, you're definitely going to be the champion this time!" exclaimed a short man with a beaming smile.

He wasn't from the martial arts circle but rather a member of the elite, serving as Zhang Yang's personal assistant.

"It's a bit challenging. Qi Yuan's strength... is quite unfathomable. I even have a premonition that if he gets half a year more, he'll break through the martial arts limit!" said a tall and robust martial artist solemnly.

He had witnessed Qi Yuan's power, effortlessly defeating a martial arts limit-breaker.

That level of strength was something even Zhang Yang struggled to achieve.

Zhang Yang narrowed his eyes, remaining silent.

The short man continued, "Hmph, even if that kid gets lucky and wins the championship, what's the point?

Hehe, recently, he passed some tests and caught the attention of many big shots in the martial arts alliance.

Those big shots all saw him as the next Lu Bufan, the hope to break the martial arts limit.

But now... hehe, they've all abandoned him, and during this time, he's been hanging around Zhang all the time."

The short man spoke with a sense of pride.

He was telling the truth.

Qi Yuan's display of power and talent had shaken the martial arts alliance.

However, this shock didn't last long.

As rumors spread, the upper echelons of the martial arts alliance all heard about the path of cultivation.

If one could cultivate, why bother with martial arts?

Even if you break through the martial arts limit, you still can't beat gene warriors, right?

So, what's the point of training? That's why the higher-ups have been sticking close to Zhang Yang recently.

After all, Zhang Yang's family has a connection to the path of cultivation.

Hearing the short man's words, the tall martial artist's eyes flashed with a hint of loneliness, and he said, "Indeed, even if Qi Yuan wins the martial arts championship, the future belongs to Zhang Yang.

The path of cultivation is the true great path."

"Hmph, the future is mine, and the present is also mine. This martial arts championship is something I must obtain!" Zhang Yang's eyes shone with determination.

Looking towards Qi Yuan not far away, his gaze carried a hint of killing intent.

In this version, the martial arts tournament ends with killing and the championship, marking the decline of martial arts.

In the future, there won't be a martial arts champion named Zhang Yang, but a cultivation champion named Zhang Yang!

He, Zhang Yang, aims to stand at the pinnacle, not just of martial arts but also of cultivation.

...

Inside the private box, Qi Yuan remained calm.

"The pinnacle of martial arts is too cold and boring. I'd rather be at the peak of madness.

Ever since I got the certificate of madness, I've been doing things more freely. So, a bit of madness is better."

"You're usually so serious, but that's not always good," Jin Sique nodded in agreement, thinking of something.

She didn't want to see a blood drop staring at a door all day.

She preferred the current him, with eyes full of love for her.

Moreover, during this time, she had watched many dramas.

In those dramas, the male leads, in pursuit of their grand path, would abandon their wives and children, even disregarding their families.

Some of them could achieve longevity and bring their families to immortality, but they chose to watch their loved ones grow old and die, only to sigh and say, "A life with regrets is the true carefree life."

Jin Sique didn't like such male leads.

She didn't want to be the one abandoned; she wanted to be the one by his side.

"I've always been serious, but... I'm a bit worried now. Have I developed championship anxiety?" Qi Yuan spoke, and as he did, he started to feel emo.

"Hmm?" Jin Sique asked, puzzled.

"If I win the championship, won't I become famous? To be honest, I've never been famous before."

"Of course, the Blood-Clad Sword God doesn't count.

The Blood-Clad Sword God's reputation is huge, but he never showed his face.

Qi Yuan, with his social anxiety, didn't mind being a stunt double and staying anonymous. But becoming a celebrity, an internet sensation, was a whole new experience, and he couldn't help feeling nervous.

'If I walk down the street, will people ask for my autograph? Will they want to take pictures with me? Will I be stalked?'

This was too much for his social anxiety. 'I don't want to lose my privacy in my daily life.'

Sighing, Qi Yuan turned to Jin Si Que, 'What do you think? How much should I charge for an autograph?'

Today, Qi Yuan was a man of determination.

Jin Si Que smiled gently, 'Ning Tuo will take care of it. Anyone who dares to speak ill of the Blood Drop will be eliminated!'

'It feels so good to have someone watching over me.'

Qi Yuan glanced at Jin Si Que, his voice suddenly turning solemn.

'The finals have begun, and I'm about to embark on my journey.'

'The wind howls coldly by the Yi River, Qi Yuan, farewell!'

Jin Si Que, rarely showing warmth, said, 'Blood Drop, I await your safe return!'

The grand finale of the National Tournament for the Martial Arts Tournament had finally begun.

After a brief pause, three figures stood at the corners of the arena.

Qi Yuan stood in the north, his stature tall and composed, his expression calm.

Zhang Yang stood in the south, his eyes gleaming with determination, and beneath that determination, a hint of killing intent.

The last figure, extremely pale, wore an expression of helplessness.

He turned to the referee, 'This match... I concede.'

He conceded without hesitation.

The previous round had exhausted his energy, and even his injuries hadn't fully healed.

He had assumed that Qi Yuan and Zhang Yang would be similar to him.

His friends' descriptions of these two must have been exaggerations.

But these two were truly uninjured.

Zhang Yang looked at Qi Yuan, his eyes filled with battle intent, 'You're quite impressive. You have the qualifications to be my martial opponent!'

Of course, this was limited to the martial path. Zhang Yang's heart silently acknowledged this.

'I am indeed impressive, but you're a bit lacking.' Qi Yuan looked at Zhang Yang, without a trace of battle intent, 'However, I enjoy these challenging games. They're easy to pass.'

If the path of martial arts was filled with such opponents, Qi Yuan would be thrilled.

Zhang Yang, with an air of superiority, looked down at Qi Yuan, 'Your martial talent is impressive, but in my eyes, it's nothing special.

You have no idea how terrifying your opponent truly is.'

'Today, I will crush your pride and show you what a true powerhouse is!'

Zhang Yang roared, his voice like a thunderclap.

As his voice echoed, his clothes tore apart, shredding into pieces.

This vivid display stunned the entire arena, eliciting cheers.

'This is... the final leap, breaking through the martial limit!'

'Zhang Yang is so powerful!'

'He's too strong!'

All the experienced martial artists couldn't help but exclaim.

Even the martial limit felt that Zhang Yang was not an opponent they could defeat.

'Qi Yuan is in danger!' Xu Tiehua's heart raced with worry.

While it's not nice to wish misfortune on a brother, it's not as if he's cursing him.

Wang Shiqiao calmly said, 'It's not enough.'

She looked at the others cheering for Zhang Yang, a hint of mockery in her eyes.

With an air of superiority, above the rest of the world.

Qi Yuan's strength was far beyond Zhang Yang's comparison.

Could Zhang Yang destroy a military camp with a single sword? As expected, Qi Yuan's voice of disdain echoed through the arena.

'Is this all you've got?'

Qi Yuan took a step forward, an overwhelming pressure surging.

Zhang Yang's aura suddenly waned.

His eyes widened in shock, 'Is this... Blood Soul?'

A powerful martial artist's aura could suppress others with their spirit.

It was clear that Qi Yuan had progressed further on the martial path than Zhang Yang.

At this moment, a sense of defeat emerged in Zhang Yang's heart.

This was his first time losing so badly.

But soon, this defeat turned into madness.

'No matter how talented you are in the martial path, things have changed now!

You will be buried by the martial path!'

Driven by jealousy, Zhang Yang's madness intensified, and he was determined to destroy the person before him.

Suddenly, a ball of flame erupted from his palm.

The arena erupted in surprise and excitement, mixed with confusion.

'Immortal Path... Eternal!'

At this moment, Zhang Yang finally revealed his ultimate trump card, the Immortal Path Eternal.

'Immortal Path Eternal, not your eternal.'

A glint of determination flashed in Qi Yuan's eyes.

'Why the Immortal Path? I am my own eternity!'

He threw a punch.

The powerful Blood Martial Aura surged at this moment.

'You should see... what the martial path truly is!'

With a single punch, all things were born, and the tranquility of the four corners was shattered!

Zhang Yang's smile froze, and his body exploded into a blood mist.

The entire arena was shocked into silence.

On the arena, Qi Yuan took a deep breath, 'What a thrilling and satisfying battle!'

The performance was impressive, and it would likely attract many fans.

(End of Chapter)

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