Replace me as the top scholar? Go talk to my Marshal Grandpa!

Qin Chong did not turn around.

But he turned around.

Just like that, I turned around straight away.

Then, he threw a punch!

That punch was completely unpretentious.

It's the simplest and most direct punch.

But the instant that punch was unleashed—

A huge red car appeared out of thin air!

The vehicle's silhouette was even more solid and enormous than before, resembling a real large truck carrying terrifying force weighing a hundred tons, as it crushed towards Long Qingyu!

Grand Fist of Fortune!

Long Qingyu's pupils suddenly contracted!

In that instant, he felt the breath of death.

That fist, that car, that overwhelming sense of oppression...

He wanted to hide.

But it was too late.

Their fists collided violently!

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar!

The violent aftershocks swept across the entire field like a tsunami!

The protective shield around the arena flickered wildly, almost torn apart!

The hair of the audience members was blown wildly backward, and some were even shaken so much that they fell off their seats!

Then--

A figure was sent flying backward from the aftershocks!

That's Long Qingyu!

He crashed down on the stage like a cannonball!

"Bang--!"

He crashed to the ground, creating a huge crater!

Gravel flew everywhere, and dust filled the air!

A mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth, tracing a shocking arc in the air!

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the pitiful figure in the crater.

Long Qingyu lay in the pit, covered in blood.

His entire right arm was twisted at an odd angle—a sign of broken bones.

His chest was caved in, and he had broken countless ribs.

His face was covered in blood, and blood was still bubbling from his mouth.

His body felt as if it had been hit by a large truck loaded with hundreds of tons of cargo at extremely high speed.

If he hadn't been nourished by rare and precious herbs since childhood, and if he hadn't practiced the Long family's body-refining techniques, this punch would have been enough to kill him!

"Young Master Long!"

"Young Master Long!"

Several collateral descendants of the Long family and Long Qingyu's underlings were shocked and rushed forward.

But seeing Long Qingyu's miserable appearance, everyone gasped.

awful.

It's too awful.

Just then, a cold voice rang out:

"Get out of here."

Those collateral relatives and underlings turned around and their faces turned deathly pale.

Dragon Lord Heaven.

He had somehow appeared behind them, staring expressionlessly at Long Qingyu in the pit.

The group quickly moved aside, not daring to breathe.

Long Zuntian walked up to Long Qingyu, squatted down, and reached out to feel his body.

He sensed the injuries within Long Qingyu's body, and his expression grew increasingly cold.

Finally, he stood up.

His gaze swept towards Qin Chong on the dueling platform.

That glance was devoid of any emotion.

But that one glance sent a chill down Qin Chong's spine.

An invisible pressure, like a mountain, weighed down on him.

That was the aura of Long Zuntian, a powerful figure above the Condensation Realm—even a casual glance from him was enough to make a Condensation Realm martial artist breathless.

Qin Chong frowned, his body tensing slightly.

Just then—

A figure blocked his way.

Wang Xian.

He stood there in front of Qin Chong, using his not-so-tall body to block Long Zuntian's view.

His gaze was calm as he met Long Zuntian's eyes.

There was no fear whatsoever.

There was no backing down.

They just looked at each other calmly.

Long Zuntian frowned slightly.

He looked at Wang Xian and remained silent for a few seconds.

Then, he looked away.

He didn't say anything.

He simply turned around and coldly said to the few collateral relatives:

"Take him to the infirmary."

After saying that, he turned and left, returning to his seat.

He didn't say a single extra word from beginning to end.

There were no harsh words, no accusations, and no statements made.

They just left like that.

Wang Xian watched his retreating figure, her brows furrowing slightly.

If the other party makes harsh remarks or accuses them, he will find it easier to deal with.

But this kind of enemy that doesn't utter a sound...

That's the most troublesome part.

He withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Qin Chong.

Qin Chong was scratching his head, looking at him with a blank expression: "Little fairy, I...I didn't embarrass myself, did I?"

Wang Xian smiled: "No, you did a great job."

Qin Chong immediately smiled, like a child who had been praised.

On the high platform.

Xia Yulong looked at Wang Dongyi and remained silent for a long time.

Then, he sighed:

"Brother Dongyi, you've won."

Wang Dongyi smiled slightly:

"Then the recommended spots for the library..."

Xia Yulong waved his hand:

"Don't worry, I keep my word."

He looked at the smiling, simple-minded boy on the dueling platform, then at Wang Xian, who was blocking his way, his gaze deep:

"Where did your Wang family find such a capable young man to be your nephew's bodyguard?"

Wang Dongyi smiled but didn't say anything.

……

Long Qingyu lost.

The news spread like wildfire throughout the entire martial arts training ground.

Everyone was talking about it.

"Holy crap! Long Qingyu lost! He lost the very first match!"

"Just who is that big guy? How did he manage to beat the young master of the Long family like that?"

"That's terrifying! That's a pureblooded dragon beast! And he just pinned it to the ground and beat it to a pulp!"

"If I'm not mistaken, that red car shadow should be Da Yun! Holy crap! To incorporate Da Yun into martial arts techniques, the person who came up with that idea is a real genius!!"

"After this battle, Qin Chong will definitely become famous, especially since he'll be standing on the head of the Long family's young master!"

Some were shocked, some were moved, some were curious, and some were gloating.

After all, Long Qingyu was a champion seed, the son of the head of the Long family, and someone that countless people looked up to.

Now, he has lost.

We lost completely.

The defeat was devastating.

Those who were usually overshadowed by him were feeling incredibly happy at that moment.

But most people turned their attention to the figure in the front row of the VIP section.

Dragon Lord Heaven.

He just sat there, expressionless.

The members of the Dragon King's Palace around him carefully observed his expression, not daring to breathe loudly.

After a long while, someone finally mustered up the courage to speak:

"Boss... don't be too sad."

"Young Master Qingyu only lost one game. It's not that he's too weak, it's that Qin Chong is too strong."

"That kind of physical body that can fight dragons in close combat is truly terrifying."

Another person quickly chimed in:

"Yes, yes, yes! And this is only the first game; there are nine more to come!"

"If Young Master Qingyu wins all nine remaining matches, he'll have nine points and will definitely make it into the top eight!"

"If we make it into the top eight, we'll advance to the second round! With Young Master Qingyu's strength, getting into the top four, or even second place, is entirely possible!"

Several people tried to comfort Long Zuntian, each offering their own words.

After listening, Long Zuntian remained silent for a few seconds.

Then, he spoke coldly:

"A defeat is a defeat."

His voice wasn't loud, but it sent shivers down the spines of the Dragon King's Palace members.

"If he can't even win first place in a freshman competition, then he's not qualified to be the next head of the Dragon King's Palace branch."

After saying this, he closed his eyes and said no more.

The members looked at each other, not daring to say another word.