Chapter 739
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Chapter 739: The Youth With the Black Scales!
Cheng Qingfeng fell from the stage, coughing up blood as he struggled to get back on his feet. His gaze turned toward the dueling stage, where his once bright golden eyes now appeared shocked and filled with disbelief.
He couldn’t believe it. Not only had he failed to block a single move, but Xu Chen was overwhelmingly powerful.
He had entered this Saint Martial Assembly hoping for a glorious victory that would cement his name, but instead, he faced an unexpected and crushing defeat.
“This round, Xu Chen is the winner!”
After a long silence, the elderly man standing in the corner of the martial arts stage regained his composure from the shock. His voice quivered as he spoke, “Is there anyone who dares to challenge Xu Chen now?”
The crowd buzzed with excitement, yet no one dared to step forward. Cheng Qingfeng’s defeat had made the younger generation hesitant to take the stage. Furthermore, Xu Chen had just shown that he could defeat Cheng Qingfeng with a single move.
“Do you know the history?”
Su Yi asked quietly, looking at Xi Wuqing, a young man of profound depth. Su Yi was intrigued by Xu Chen, a competitor in the Saint Martial Assembly. Perhaps they would cross paths during the assembly.
“I can’t tell.”
Xi Wuqing shook his head, unable to determine Xu Chen’s origins.
“His concealment is truly remarkable.”
Su Yi was also surprised. Xi Wuqing, experienced and knowledgeable, couldn’t see through Xu Chen’s background. That was enough to prove just how deeply hidden this young man was.
“Swoosh!”
Just when it seemed no one would dare challenge Xu Chen, a figure jumped onto the stage.
The newcomer wore simple clothes, tightly wrapped in coarse fabric. Their robe and hat covered their head, leaving only a small part of their face exposed, as if they feared being blown away by the wind.
The attire made it difficult to determine the person’s age or appearance.
The mysterious figure landed on the stage, instantly drawing the attention of the crowd.
Feeling the gaze of the onlookers, the figure appeared nervous and lowered their head even more.
“Are you here to challenge Xu Chen? Please state your name and which sect you belong to. This is the registration token for the Saint Martial Assembly!”
The elderly man on the stage, noticing the figure’s attire, became curious and asked.
“Isn’t this where you sign up for the Saint Martial Assembly? I’m not here to challenge anyone, I’m here to register for the Saint Martial Assembly.”
The figure in the hooded attire lifted their head slightly and asked, revealing part of their face.
At that moment, both Xu Chen and the elderly man caught a glimpse of the mysterious person’s face, and both were inwardly shocked.
“This is not the registration area for the Saint Martial Assembly. Please don’t challenge me either. I have something important to attend to. Goodbye for now.”
Xu Chen quickly regained his composure, offering a slight smile. He extended his hand and gently swept a soft force, retrieving a pill that had just been taken from a nearby stone table. He spoke to Cheng Qingfeng, who stood below the fallen platform, saying, “I apologize. I didn’t intend to defeat you. I don’t need these rewards, so you can have them. Until we meet again!”
With that, Xu Chen leaped off the martial stage and rushed into the crowd, calling out, “Luo Luo, wait for me, wait for me!”
In the sea of people, Xu Chen swiftly navigated through the crowd, disappearing like a slippery fish among the masses.
The crowd struggled to regain their focus. Xu Chen, with just one move, had defeated Cheng Qingfeng but seemed indifferent to the rewards, which struck the onlookers as odd and mysterious.
Su Yi and Xi Wuqing exchanged puzzled glances. That young man named Xu Chen was certainly a mystery.
On the martial stage, the enigmatic figure looked surprised and turned to the old man on the podium, asking again, “Isn’t this where the Saint Martial Assembly registration happens?”
“Who is this person? This isn’t the registration area. Please stop causing trouble and leave.”
The elderly man hesitated for a moment before scolding, “This is the martial stage, not a place for troublemakers.”
“Sorry, I made a mistake and came to the wrong place.”
The mysterious figure’s voice was soft and somewhat timid. It sounded like the voice of a young person.
Once the words were spoken, the mysterious figure descended from the stage, lifting their gaze ever so slightly.
“Why do I look like this? Could it be that I’m a half-fairy?”
“It turns out he’s half monster!”
“He’s so ugly, how disgusting!”
As the mysterious figure made their way down the stage, the onlookers’ expressions shifted drastically. They quickly moved away, whispering disparagingly and looking at him with clear hostility.
The mysterious figure lowered their head, listening to the murmurs around them, feeling even smaller, as if wishing to disappear into the ground.
Suddenly, a figure ahead didn’t move aside and blocked the path. A calm voice spoke, “The registration is outside the city. Tomorrow is the Saint Martial Assembly, hurry, or it might be too late.”
The mysterious figure looked up and saw a young person, about eighteen or nineteen years old, blocking the path. Despite his youth, the person’s presence gave the mysterious figure a sense of certainty about where to go.
Su Yi studied the mysterious figure before him. They appeared around sixteen or seventeen, entirely wrapped from neck to toe, with no space for air to pass through. The cloak and hood covered most of their face, only revealing half when they looked up.
Their face was covered in scattered black scales, and their messy hair was also dotted with black scales. Wrinkles and veins marred the face, giving them an unattractive appearance.
Su Yi was briefly taken aback by their appearance. No wonder Xu Chen’s expression had changed earlier.
However, Su Yi quickly composed himself, greeting the newcomer with a faint smile and nodding in acknowledgment.
“Thank… thank you.”
The young man with black scales lowered his head in gratitude, his eyes filled with appreciation.
What he appreciated was not only the guidance about the registration, but also the fact that, even though everyone else avoided and despised him, Su Yi had shown no aversion—only a neutral expression.
The initial surprise had passed quickly.
“You’re welcome,” Su Yi replied with a gentle smile.
The young man with scales nodded before turning away and leaving.
“I am a half-demon, oh dear…”
Xi Wuqing whispered gently in Su Yi’s ear, sighing.
“Wait… this feels familiar. Have I seen this person somewhere?”
“Yes, he seems to be Yi Su from the Overlord Sect!”
As Su Yi conversed with the young man covered in scales, the people around began to whisper, noting that Su Yi resembled Yi Su from the Overlord Sect, who had recently made a name for himself near the City Master’s mansion.
“Go…”
Hearing the gossip around him, Su Yi didn’t hesitate to slip into the crowd, hoping to avoid any unnecessary trouble.
