"All intermediate Grandmasters participating, please come on stage and draw your opponents."
As Hu Sanqiang slowly walked to the center of the venue, the martial arts tournament for intermediate Grandmasters officially commenced.
The competition rules were similar to the second round yesterday, with the only difference being the absence of a winners' bracket and a losers' bracket.
Each participant would draw their turn to appear and determine their opponent.
The victor of each match would successfully advance, while the loser would be directly eliminated.
Qin Xuan's luck was quite good. In the draw for the quarterfinals, he was matched against Sun Yingxiong, who was known for his powerful fist techniques.
Fists feared the young and strong.
Moreover, Qin Xuan had cultivated the body-refining techniques from the immortal cultivation world.
Therefore, after a series of intense fist exchanges, Sun Yingxiong logically fell defeated.
He clasped his fists and exclaimed, "I'm impressed, truly impressed."
Shortly after, Qin Xuan faced his second opponent.
This time, he was to contend against Su Qing Tan, whom he had defeated in the second round, referred to as "Wind Granny."
Everyone had expected the two to deliver another spectacular performance.
But who would have thought. Su Qing Tan, abandoning her usual sharp demeanor,
faced Qin Xuan with a smile as radiant as a blooming flower.
As Hu Sanqiang's thunderous opening announcement echoed, Su Qing Tan offered a slight bow and directly clasped her fists in surrender!
This caused the audience, who had been anticipating an exciting battle, to erupt in boos and jeers.
But Su Qing Tan paid no mind to their opinions.
The person on the opposite side was her future grandson-in-law!
How could family members engage in a fistfight?
Thus, Qin Xuan smoothly advanced to the finals of the intermediate Grandmaster level.
And his upcoming opponent, as expected, was none other than the Qi cultivator Qi Ling, whom Shi Chuangong had repeatedly warned him to be wary of.
Following Hu Sanqiang's instructions, the two stood opposite each other in the martial arts arena.
One was young and handsome, full of spirit.
The other had white hair and beard, exuding an imposing aura.
Seeing this, the crowd couldn't help but gather together, discussing the strengths and weaknesses of both sides.
Some even initiated small-scale betting.
"Hey, put two million on Qi Ling to win for me."
"This old fellow is cunning. He's clearly surpassed the intermediate Grandmaster realm in every aspect, yet he suppresses his cultivation with inherited techniques."
"I'll bet on Qi Ling too, one million."
"Although the kid on the other side defeated Wind Granny, he hasn't shown anything particularly astonishing."
"He's still too green to contend with Qi Ling."
Hearing someone speak of Qin Xuan in such a manner, Sun Yingxiong, who had just fought Qin Xuan, couldn't sit still.
That young man, Qin Xuan, possessed a first-class physique and was adept at using exquisite techniques.
With both combined, he could at least contend with this Qi Ling.
Furthermore, having just lost to Qin Xuan, their words implied that he was still leagues behind Qi Ling.
"No, I have to bet too!"
"I'll bet on Qin Xuan to win, 100,000 Dragon Coins!"
Upon hearing this, those around him quickly tried to dissuade him. Sheng Wenqiang, who was close to him, even grabbed his arm.
"What shenanigans are you up to now, you old rascal?"
"Your family is so poor they can't afford to eat, and you're here learning to gamble?"
Sun Yingxiong was immediately displeased.
The odds between the two on stage were so vastly different; they weren't even in the same league.
If he won this bet, he would be rolling in wealth!
"I've fought him before, and I have full confidence in this kid!"
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Sheng Wenqiang helplessly took out his phone.
He called the organizer and placed a bet of 100,000 on Qin Xuan to win for both himself and Sun Yingxiong.
"Alright, alright, I must have owed you in a past life!"
"This money is for buying medicinal herbs for the disciples; it can't be gambled away."
"I have some private savings here; consider it my sponsorship for you!"
"How can that be!"
"Your sister-in-law..."
"What sister-in-law?"
"I'll just tell her the money is for your medical treatment."
"Knowing you're not thinking straight, she won't say anything!"
"..."
The two on stage were naturally unaware of the scene unfolding below.
Sizing each other up, Qin Xuan felt a sense of familiarity with Qi Ling.
Facing Qin Xuan, Qi Ling also looked him up and down with curiosity.
He had never seen such a young intermediate Grandmaster before.
If it came to talent, he acknowledged Qin Xuan as the foremost individual of this era.
However, acknowledging talent and acknowledging strength were two different concepts.
Perhaps in a few years, this Qin Xuan would rise suddenly and surpass him.
But at this current juncture, he, Qi Ling, was an invincible existence within the intermediate Grandmaster realm!
"Both parties, bow and begin the match!"
As Hu Sanqiang's resonant voice rang out again, both men cupped their fists in a respectful bow towards each other.
Upon rising from the bow, Qi Ling lunged forward with a swift step, throwing a punch directly at Qin Xuan's face.
"So fast!"
In a flash, Qin Xuan quickly retreated, crossing his arms to shield himself.
Even though he had mentally prepared himself, he was still startled by Qi Ling's speed.
Bang!
Bang bang!
"So strong!"
Several punches landed on his arms in succession.
Qin Xuan felt his arms go numb from the impact.
The attacks gave him no opportunity to retaliate.
However, this had no effect.
Who was Qin Xuan?
He was the direct disciple of the Martial God Supreme, Hu Sanqiang!
Qin Xuan had long since mastered martial arts and physical techniques.
No matter how powerful Qi Ling's physical techniques were, or how sharp his attacks, how could they compare to his God-tier Supreme master?
Leaning back, Qin Xuan executed a perfect bridge pose.
With a swift kick, Qi Ling's lower body was attacked, forcing him to retreat.
In the first round, neither gained an advantage in terms of physical techniques.
But it was clear to any discerning observer.
Qin Xuan's counterattack had, in the most effortless manner, neutralized Qi Ling's assault.
"Good kid, you truly live up to defeating Wind Granny."
"You've got some substance!"
"But that was just a probe. From now on, I won't hold back!"
Stepping back to a stable stance, Qi Ling looked at Qin Xuan, still appearing relaxed.
Qin Xuan, equally unfazed, recovered his posture and laughed heartily, "Senior, please unleash whatever abilities you possess!"
"Regardless of the outcome, this junior will give his all!"
"Good!"
"Then take another punch from me!"
Upon hearing Qin Xuan's words, Qi Ling felt a slight displeasure.
Although the reply was casual and the tone impeccable,
coupled with his fearless expression, Qi Ling felt that the young man was looking down on him.
"Unleash whatever abilities you possess."
This statement was clearly one made by a superior to an inferior.
In that case, how could he not show Qin Xuan a thing or two?
Circulating his cultivation technique, a "Subduing Demon Fist" was silently formed in his hand.
The world believed that Qi cultivators primarily relied on elixirs, unaware that beyond elixirs, the cultivation of longevity was their main pursuit.
And to achieve longevity, various offensive techniques were naturally indispensable.
After all, on the path to longevity, it wasn't just lifespan that posed obstacles!