Chapter 460: Sword King's Recognition
Chapter 460: Sword King's Recognition (Requesting Monthly Vote)
This was his own disciple! Titanforce's composure shattered instantly!
At this rate, the White Eagle Federation wouldn't even secure a semifinal spot in the Global Martial Arts Championship.
To them, it was nothing short of a disgrace.
The burly man beside him fumed silently, feeling equally humiliated.
Then, an ill-timed laugh echoed from the Xia Kingdom spectators' stand.
"It seems our Xia Kingdom truly reigns supreme—two semifinal slots!"
"There's no doubt the championship will belong to us."
The Xia Kingdom spectators' chatter felt like needles piercing the White Eagle Federation's pride.
Xue Zhou sighed as he looked at the results.
"Lin Qi actually won. Seems we underestimated him again."
The Mountain and River King's usually stern face softened into a rare smile.
"Lin Qi's victory was inevitable. Throughout the match, he remained completely in control, always holding the advantage."
"Strength is Genos' forte, yet he couldn't overpower Lin Qi—this alone speaks volumes."
"As for martial spirit techniques and combat innate talents, the gap was even wider."
"By every measure, Lin Qi deserved the win."
Bei Jiang Sword King nodded. "Lin Qi is a true prodigy. I haven't seen anyone this gifted in decades."
"If we were at the same cultivation level, I wouldn't dare claim victory over him."
The group exchanged startled glances. Even the Sss-Rank Genius and former Global Martial Arts Championship champion admitted he'd lose to Lin Qi at equal strength?
"This must be false humility from Sword King Senior!" muttered the muscular man under his breath, unwilling to accept it.
Xu Qin simply smiled. She could already smell the sour grapes in the air. Dean Liu and Mu Hong exchanged glances, their eyes betraying quiet excitement.
...
Back on the spectators' stand, Lin Qi materialized from the teleportation array, met by astonished gazes.
"Brother Qi, you're too damn strong!" Jiang Tao shook his head in disbelief.
The crowd erupted in cheers.
Lin Qi chuckled. "The semifinals are next. Genos was just an appetizer."
His calm confidence silenced them. Was he truly aiming for the championship?
"All contestants!"
The cheering faded as the Mountain and River King's towering projection reappeared.
He spoke slowly.
"Let us congratulate Xia Kingdom's Shen Heng and Lin Qi, Bear Republic's Ivan Petrov, and Tianzhu Kingdom's Nitin Reddy for advancing to the semifinals!"
"Next, we proceed to the semifinal matches."
"Only two among these four will reach the final championship showdown."
As he spoke, towering peaks materialized behind him.
"Boom!!"
From eight mountain peaks, four shot skyward—representing the four semifinalists—and solidified into the new match brackets.
Millions of eyes locked onto the display.
The Xia Kingdom spectators erupted in joy upon seeing:
[Semifinal Matchups]
[Match 1: Shen Heng (Xia Kingdom) vs Ivan Petrov (Bear Republic)]
[Match 2: Lin Qi (Xia Kingdom) vs Nitin Reddy (Tianzhu Kingdom)]
This was the dream scenario for Xia Kingdom—avoiding internal conflict guaranteed at least one finalist. Securing both spots would be even better.
...
On the spectators' stand, Lei Shuang remarked, "Looks like you'll face Ivan first, Shen Heng."
"Whoever wins between you two will likely claim the championship."
Shen Heng nodded. Victory meant guaranteed glory; defeat meant significant loss. The rewards differed sharply between semifinal and final losses.
...
On the Bear Republic's stand, Ivan Petrov's muscular frame exuded confidence.
"It's time to reveal my hidden ace."
"Whether I defeat Shen Heng in semifinals or finals—it makes no difference."
"The championship will be mine alone."
...
On Tianzhu Kingdom's stand, bald Nitin Reddy sighed upon seeing his opponent.
"I fear the semifinals might mark my limit."
"All formidable rivals, but Lin Qi... he's the only one I can't read."
...
With the brackets set, the Mountain and River King announced, "The semifinals commence now! Let the first two contestants enter the arena!"
"Representing Xia Kingdom, Shen Heng! And Bear Republic, Ivan Petrov!"
As his projection dissolved, the battlefield materialized. Two crimson light pillars soared from the stands like meteors, crashing into the arena.
Shen Heng emerged in black battle armor, gripping his blade. Across from him, Ivan Petrov strode forward in white armor, twin sabers spinning.
The moment they locked eyes, tension erupted.
"Shen Heng, I'll defeat you and claim the championship!" Ivan declared in fluent Xia Kingdom dialect.
His psychoflux-wielding intellect mastered six languages.
Shen Heng shook his head. "I will be the victor!"
"Our Xia Kingdom will seize ultimate glory!"
[Countdown: ...3, 2, 1]
[Semifinal Match 1—Begin!]
...
The automated voice barely finished before the clash ignited.
"Zzzt!!"
Lightning crackled across Shen Heng's body, silver trails racing like electric veins. He became living lightning, blade carving Sky Sundering Qi alongside arcs of electricity toward Ivan.
"Vrrrr!!"
Ivan charged, three silver throwing daggers arcing flawlessly from his waist.
"Zzzt!!"
The lightning struck daggers harmlessly. Shen Heng redirected his assault, blade thrusting.
"Clang!!"
Blade met steel, sparks flying as currents surged.
"Whoosh~"
Ivan's counterattack surged simultaneously, three daggers and his twin sabers striking as one.
...
Meanwhile, over thirty million spectators watched the showdown.
"This is the championship battle!"
"Victory here means ultimate glory!"
Two Seventh Realm martial artists clashed—speed and strength leagues beyond ordinary fighters.
The combat rhythm matched only in elite-tier duels.
Lin Qi observed intently, memorizing their styles. His golden eyes activated, slowing the battle tenfold. Every movement, every energy trajectory, became crystal clear.
Impressive!
This battle revealed entire new dimensions of combat.
...
(End of Chapter)
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