Belly-Black Summoner: Forcing the Way on the Enchanting Evil Emperor
Chapter 6: 10.第10章 卿本天才(6)
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For ordinary martial artists, the entry-level nine stages are divided into junior, intermediate, and advanced. Stages one to three are junior, four to six are intermediate, and seven to nine are advanced.
Nalan Chen's cultivation was around the third stage of the junior level.
A few days ago, when Nalan Chen had come to the woodshed with a group of collateral branch illegitimate sons to cause her trouble, he had mentioned his own cultivation level; Nalan Zhenyue still remembered it very clearly in her memory.
He had been a martial artist for a long time, but his aptitude was simply too poor, so he could never improve. Furthermore, he was not an honest person and had not focused his mind on his cultivation, which was why he had remained stuck at the third stage of the junior level.
He had even said words to the effect that even at the third stage of the junior level, he had more than enough strength to kill Nalan Zhenyue.
As Nalan Zhenyue recalled these words, she flashed a row of white teeth toward the Nalan Chen below.
At this smile, Nalan Chen's expression changed instantly!
Although he couldn't clearly see her features partially hidden beneath her hair, he could still somewhat sense that faint, elusive chill.
Something was wrong. Was this really Nalan Zhenyue?!
It was terrifying!
The martial arena was very large and divided into two sections, one of which was a dedicated competition stage for sparring.
Although Nalan Zhenyue had no cultivation and was not a summoner, she had lived in martial arts halls for over a decade in her past life. She had learned many fist techniques and martial arts, and those moves had long since integrated into her very soul.
However...
When Nalan Zhenyue actually stepped onto the competition stage, many disciples sneered in contempt.
"Is she really going to fight?!"
"Fight!"
"I'm telling you, I won't show any mercy. You brought this on yourself! If you get injured later, don't blame me!" Nalan Chen had been somewhat startled by Nalan Zhenyue's sudden change, but as soon as he thought about how she lacked the strength to even tie a chicken and that her current injuries were the ones he had inflicted a few days ago, his ego swelled.
Today, he would make Nalan Zhenyue lose face to the extreme!
Moreover, doing this would likely win him favor from Second Grandfather. He was a clever man; he didn't put his mind into cultivation, but instead focused entirely on how to please those who could be of help to him.
Nalan Zhenyue guessed his intentions at a glance, her eyes partially hidden under her hair narrowing slightly.
"Look at her now, covered in wounds, and she's still thinking of challenging someone? Her brain really isn't working."
"Yeah! Come to think of it, hasn't she always been very cowardly? How did she suddenly change her nature?"
"Who knows, she's just a fool!"
"And she's from the direct line, too. Truly embarrassing. Her standing up there is just a disgrace; she's shaming all of us direct-line disciples!"
The three old men in the seats of honor still wore varying expressions.
Aside from being unable to read Nalan Yunqi's current expression, Nalan Chengyi felt a small amount of excitement.
Nalan Wenming, however, looked unhappy, glaring fiercely at Nalan Zhenyue on the competition stage.
She didn't know what was good for her!
The match began!
Nalan Zhenyue stood on the competition stage without moving an inch, making her facial expression impossible to see. In the eyes of the crowd, her appearance could only be described as wretched, beggar-like, and ugly.
Nalan Chen sneered silently to himself and took a few steps toward Nalan Zhenyue. Seeing that she had no reaction, he swaggered forward boldly, but it was at that exact moment that Nalan Zhenyue moved—she stepped back.
Yes, she was retreating. As Nalan Chen approached, she retreated.
This action drew even more disdain and sarcasm from the crowd, with waves of ridicule erupting. Was Nalan Wenming in the seat of honor so angry that his beard was trembling and his eyes were bulging?
Didn't you say you wanted to challenge him? Even he thought it was embarrassing!
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