Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God

"Oh!"

Luo Qingyun looked calmly at Yan Li across from him: "Senior, please forgive me for not accepting your kindness. I bear a heavy responsibility for my sect, and if I surrender like this, I will inevitably be punished with copying a hundred times when I return."

Yan Li heard Luo Qingyun's words and a sinister smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, not because Yan Li was inherently vicious, but because his expressionless face made any smile seem ghastly.

"Ha, you think you can beat me?"

"Well, I heard that you advanced through the Central Plains District without a single opponent and even defeated Zheng Tianlong, one of the Central Plains Ten Horses from the last tournament."

"Just luck, just luck."

Yan Li looked at Luo Qingyun's composed expression and sneered: "You know what I hate most about your so-called acclaimed sects?"

"Hypocrisy."

"Never mind, since you insist on testing your weight, I'll oblige you. Zheng Tianlong, ha."

Yan Li sneered at this Zheng Tianlong; in the previous tournament, Zheng Tianlong made it to the top 32 solely because his opponent never showed up.

And Zheng Tianlong reaching the national finals was allegedly due to some underhanded tactics. Later, during the top 32, he was seriously injured with a single move, yet he had the audacity to participate again after five years.

"Senior, you're right...!" Luo Qingyun seemed indifferent to what Yan Li said, even appearing somewhat absent-minded.

"You...!"

Feeling Luo Qingyun's dismissive attitude, Yan Li snorted coldly, Wudang.

Even if you are Wudang's top disciple, a disciple who hasn't even left the sect gates, what then?

Today, I'll show you what it means to have someone beyond, and a sky beyond the sky.

"Li Feng, who do you think will win between these two?"

Xiao Xi turned to Li Feng and asked.

"I don't know!"

Li Feng replied directly.

Xiao Xi rolled her eyes: "Do you have to be so blunt?"

"I haven't seen the strength of these two, so of course I don't know. Based on the information we've received, Yan Li's experience is richer, with more combat experience, and he's participated in a Martial Arts Tournament before, while this is Luo Qingyun's first time, and he's younger than Yan Li."

Xiao Xi thought about it and agreed; the information they had about this Wudang's Luo Qingyun mostly focused on the sect's introduction, Wudang, a sect with hundreds of years of history, frequently showcased in novels and TV shows.

Wudang Shaolin is almost synonymous with the martial arts world.

"Li Feng, Jin'er, I saw that jerk Li Feng, but it seems like he has another woman by his side, and they look quite close."

Shen Yanran glanced around with binoculars and happened to spot Li Feng watching the competition from the resting area.

Wang Jin'er responded with a simple "Oh."

"Don't believe me? See for yourself."

Wang Jin'er picked up the binoculars and looked in the direction Shen Yanran was pointing.

Li Feng was momentarily blinded by the lenses, glanced up toward the audience, and even at over a hundred meters away, he could still see Wang Jin'er in the audience with his keen eyesight.

Huh?

Jin'er, why is she here?

Just as Li Feng was sweeping the audience with his gaze, Xiao Xi beside him suddenly grabbed his arm: "Really?"

"Li Feng, Luo Qingyun won."

Upon hearing Xiao Xi's words, Li Feng immediately returned his gaze to the stage and saw the Iron King Yan Li sprawled out on the platform, while Luo Qingyun seemed not to have made a move at all.

"Hiss, this Wudang's Luo Qingyun is truly abnormal."

"Indeed, with just one palm, he sent the Iron King Yan Li, reputed to have the top Iron Palm of Yan Country, flying, simply incredible."

"Did Yan Li take a bribe?"

"Hmph, you better take back those words. This is the national Martial Arts Tournament, under everyone's watchful eyes. Do you think this is Yan Country's soccer? Moreover, knowing Yan Li's character, would he take money to throw the match?"

"If he can secure a good ranking, do you think he'd be short of money to spend?"

True masters can have major patrons offering, an annual salary for a hundred years couldn't be spoken of, and anyone who can enter the national Martial Arts Tournament can at least demand millions.

"Senior, you won't die on me, right? I haven't even used my full strength yet."

Luo Qingyun maintained his calm demeanor, but his words had a biting edge. Lying on the ground, the Iron King Yan Li, already suffering from blocked blood and energy, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood upon hearing Luo Qingyun's remark.

"Wow, what a blood spray."

"Master Qingyun, you've really taken on a remarkable disciple, one who may have transcended beyond the ordinary."

The Wudang Sect Leader, Master Qingyun, was surrounded by other sect leaders, and someone turned to him.

During the district competition, Luo Qingyun displayed genius, but was still restrained. Unexpectedly, this time, with one palm, he toppled Yan Li of the Iron Sand Sect.

Mind you, Yan Li, nearly thirty, is in the prime stage for martial artists, with not only profound strength but also extensive combat experience. It's said he's served in the military and even been on the battlefield, further honing his skills.

In the district qualifiers, his mere aura forced his opponents to sit down, unable to rise.

Master Qingyun smiled gently: "It's all due to this child's extraordinary talent; I, as his master, rarely have to worry."

"As for his ability, I truly didn't know this young one held back a card. I was even worried for him earlier."

"Is that so?"

The Sect Leader beside him looked at Master Qingyun, smirking inwardly.

You, as a master, not knowing your disciple's full potential? Such excessive modesty borders on pretense.

Nevertheless, one truly needs to pay attention to this Wudang's Luo Qingyun; during the district selectors, he wasn't this sharp.

"First match, Wudang's Luo Qingyun wins."

The host was stunned for a few seconds before snapping back to reality, looking at the blood-spitting Yan Li and announcing Luo Qingyun's victory. This match ended way too quickly.

Originally, it seemed that reaching this stage, competitors would need at least a hundred rounds before determining a winner. Who would have thought it took just one move?

It almost feels as if they aren't even in the same league.

"Luo Qingyun's power is somewhat terrifying!"

Xiao Xi bit her lip.

"Yes, at least on the level of a Grandmaster, possibly even stronger." Li Feng squinted, not expecting such a master to appear in the first match.

Wudang's Luo Qingyun indeed.

Wudang truly lives up to the reputation of a prestigious sect; centuries of foundation are not for nothing. Moreover, he just scanned the audience, didn't see Luo Qingyun make a move, yet defeated his opponent in one move, which speaks to how much stronger Luo Qingyun is.

Such an overwhelming victory must be a result of at least one level of difference.

"The Iron King lost in one move; I bet five thousand on this!"

"But is this Wudang's Luo Qingyun really that formidable? I hail from the Central Plains District and have seen Luo Qingyun in action. Previously, he would fight his opponent for at least a dozen rounds, often going over a hundred."

"Hmph, don't you know how to play the pig to eat the tiger? The other side did this intentionally to deceive everyone, leading to one stunning move."

"Then why drop the act in the first round?"

"Hmph, the Iron King isn't some mere showpiece; likely, Luo Qingyun was worried about getting too carried away, thus revealing his sharpness, while the Iron King probably underestimated him, giving Luo Qingyun the perfect opportunity."

"If one can swiftly defeat the opponent without harm, it's a clear advantage for the next round; otherwise, if both suffer, it benefits the opponent in the next match."

"This is the National Martial Arts Tournament, a single-elimination. Not going all out and trying to play the pig to eat the tiger is foolish."