Supreme Dragon Lord-Chapter 376: What Can You Compare with Me?

With a casual wave of his hand, Long Chen easily nullified the attack.

Seeing the bewildered look on Qi Yuanchen’s face, Long Chen couldn’t help but smile faintly.

"Your Illusion Technique is certainly surprising, but unfortunately, it’s useless against me."

"How can this be?" Qi Yuanchen’s face went deathly pale, his eyes widening in shock.

Before he could process what was happening, Long Chen was already in front of him. At that same moment, Long Chen threw a powerful punch.

Sensing the immense power behind Long Chen’s attack, Qi Yuanchen’s eyelid twitched violently, and a look of terror flashed across his face. He scrambled to defend himself.

BANG!

Qi Yuanchen was unable to withstand the blow. Like a kite with a broken string, he was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the arena floor. A wave of intense pain washed over him. He tried to stand but found he couldn’t summon an ounce of strength and collapsed back to the ground.

Seeing this, the Jinglei Sect disciple announced to the crowd, "The winner of this match is Long Chen!"

Hearing this, Long Xin immediately clapped and cheered.

Long Chen looked down at Qi Yuanchen and said coolly, "Your Illusion Technique isn’t bad, but your strength is pathetic."

With that, Long Chen turned and walked off the arena, leaving a dazed Qi Yuanchen behind.

Only then did Qi Yuanchen realize he had completely underestimated Long Chen.

Below the stage, Zhang Cangsong saw Qi Yuanchen’s defeat and ground his teeth in frustration. Damn it!

However, his expression quickly returned to normal, and a cold smile crept back onto his lips. It doesn’t matter that he failed to defeat you. I’ll just have to kill you myself!

After five matches had concluded, the Jinglei Sect disciple stepped forward again. "After this round," he announced to the crowd, "the top five contestants have been determined. However, their final rankings will be decided in the next round."

"Now, according to the point rankings, I will announce the contestants from tenth to sixth place!"

"Tenth place, Xi Youzi."

"Ninth place, Zhang Ying."

"Eighth place, Liu Hongping."

"Seventh place, Wang Xiang."

"Sixth place, Qi Yuanchen."

Hearing their names, the five cultivators could only sigh, their hearts filled with regret for not securing a spot in the top five. Still, making it into the top ten meant they had qualified to become official disciples of the Jinglei Sect, which was some consolation.

Now, all attention was on the final ranking of the top five.

The Jinglei Sect disciple continued, "The next matches will determine the ranking order of the top five! The rules for this next stage are different from before."

"Next, the contestant with the most points will act as the defender. Anyone who can defeat the defender will take their place. This continues until one person has defeated all other challengers. That person will be the first-place winner of this assessment."

"The second through fifth places will then be ranked according to their original points."

"In other words, this is a battle for first place."

"The champion who successfully defeats all other opponents will receive the most generous Cultivation Resources our Jinglei Sect has to offer!"

Hearing this, Zhang Cangsong’s eyes lit up. His heart burned with the desire to be first. That position could only belong to him! No one would take it from him!

With that thought, Zhang Cangsong’s gloomy gaze once again locked onto Long Chen.

The Jinglei Sect disciple turned to Long Chen. "You are currently ranked first in points. Will you go up and defend your position?"

"If you don’t wish to, you can forfeit. However, if you forfeit, your final rank will be fifth."

Without a moment’s hesitation, Long Chen replied, "I accept the challenge."

"Are you sure?" the Jinglei Sect disciple asked again.

"Yes," Long Chen nodded.

The Jinglei Sect disciple gestured toward the arena. "Very well. In that case, please take the stage."

Long Chen walked straight onto the stage, his gaze sweeping over Zhang Cangsong and another man named Liang Rui.

Long Xin looked at the nearby Zhang Cangsong and taunted, "Are you still going to fight my brother? If you’re too scared to, they can just announce the final results now. It’s not like *we* can beat my brother—first place is his for the taking. But if you want to fight us for second or third, we’ll be happy to oblige!"

Hearing this, the faces of Zhang Cangsong and Liang Rui immediately darkened.

Zhang Cangsong’s face, in particular, became hideous. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Long Chen, wishing he could kill him on the spot.

He replied coldly, "You want us to forfeit? To let you win without a fight?"

"Since when is anything in this world so easy!"

"Don’t think that just because you have a little strength, you’re invincible! There’s always someone better out there!"

"This time, open your eyes and witness my true power!"

As his voice fell, Zhang Cangsong shot forward, launching himself into the air and landing steadily on the arena.

Seeing Zhang Cangsong on the stage, Long Chen gave a cold smile. "I guess the beating I gave you last round wasn’t enough. You came back for more?"

A muscle in Zhang Cangsong’s jaw twitched. The previous humiliation was a waking nightmare that tormented him. He had to defeat Long Chen with his own hands to restore his peace of mind.

"Brat, this time, I’ll make you pay a heavy price!" Zhang Cangsong roared.

As his words echoed, he stomped his foot.

A terrifying wave of Qi Force instantly swept toward Long Chen.

Seeing this, Long Chen also stomped his foot.

The next instant, the two streams of Qi Force slammed into each other, unleashing a ripple of energy that pulsed outward in all directions.

Zhang Cangsong snorted, drew his Sharp Sword, and shot toward Long Chen.

Seeing this, Long Chen sidestepped, easily dodging the attack.

As he turned, he activated the Divine Demon Ancestral Dragon Formula.

His combat power instantly soared, leaping from the Eighth Layer of the War Sect Realm to the Second Layer of the War King Realm.

Immediately, Long Chen thrust a palm toward Zhang Cangsong’s chest.

Zhang Cangsong scrambled to bring his Sharp Sword back to block the strike.

BANG!

The powerful impact sent Zhang Cangsong flying backward. He stumbled several steps before barely regaining his footing.

"Is that all the strength you have?" Long Chen mocked. "What makes you think you can stand against me?"