Chapter 209 The International Custom of Empty Talk

Time flows like water, years fly like a shuttle!

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed!

Heavenly Mystery Sacred Land.

The competition arena for the "Hidden Dragon Ranking Selection Tournament."

After a month-long "off-season," the highly anticipated "Ranking Matches" have finally begun.

The first match: "Lucky Squad" vs. "Three Heroes of Heavenly Dragon"!

This was something no one had expected!

Well, actually, everyone from the "Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land" had expected it, because this was their arrangement.

How was it arranged?

It was simple: during the draw, they employed "under-the-table tactics," and in the first match, "Lucky Squad" was smoothly pitted against "Three Heroes of Heavenly Dragon."

Why was this done?

To establish dominance!

The "Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land" had always been overbearing, and they couldn't tolerate anyone stealing their thunder.

"Lucky Squad's" performance in the "group stage" had been too eye-catching.

For twenty consecutive matches, they hadn't made a single move. Their opponents, for various reasons, had all "self-destructed"!

"Lucky Squad" won inexplicably, winning miraculously!

The crowd praised "Lucky Squad" extensively, overshadowing the "Three Heroes of Heavenly Dragon."

How could they stand for such a thing?

Therefore, the "Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land" arranged the first match of the "Ranking Matches": "Lucky Squad" vs. "Three Heroes of Heavenly Dragon."

As long as the "Three Heroes of Heavenly Dragon" crushed "Lucky Squad" with absolute dominance, sweeping them away like fallen leaves, they could reclaim all the attention and win thunderous applause!

On the competition stage.

The "Three Heroes of Heavenly Dragon" stood side by side.

The eldest, Long Feng.

The second, Long Yu.

The third, Long Zhu.

They were all top-tier experts, possessing extraordinary strength.

On the opposite side, the "Lucky Squad," Yun Tianzhong, Yun Tiantong, Yun Zhaozhao... At first glance, they appeared unremarkable, no match for the "Three Heroes of Heavenly Dragon."

Most of the spectators below believed that the lucky streak of "Lucky Squad" was about to end.

They had encountered the "Three Heroes of Heavenly Dragon," their luck had run out, and they couldn't possibly win inexplicably again.

At this moment, Yun Tiantong exuded an immeasurable amount of "bad luck."

The "bad luck" rolled and surged, constantly spreading outwards, especially towards the direction of the "Three Heroes of Heavenly Dragon."

Just as these three young masters were about to be ensnared by "bad luck," layers of spiritual light emanated from each of them.

The spiritual light contained traces of destiny, resisting the "black bad luck."

This was the "Lucky Enlightenment Talisman," made from the branches of the "Dragon Peach Tree" that suppressed destiny in the "Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land." It contained a certain "sacred land destiny" that could resist the "erosion of bad luck."

During this month of "respite," the "Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land" had not been idle; they had made thorough preparations!

Their plan to win without a fight using "bad luck" was now useless, and they had to resort to direct confrontation.

Yun Tianzhong was unaware of the covert struggle of "bad luck." He only knew that the "Three Heroes of Heavenly Dragon" had not met with any accidents, which was a good thing. Finally, they could have a fair and square fight!

Yun Tianzhong was very happy!

Yun Tiantong, standing beside him, was also full of anticipation.

They had come to participate in the "Hidden Dragon Ranking Selection Tournament," and their constant, inexplicable victories made them uneasy. To have a proper fight was wonderful!

At this moment, a voice echoed in Yun Tiantong's mind.

It was the "Thin Black Demonic Soul."

The "Thin Black Demonic Soul" spoke in a solemn and serious tone.

"Little Old Six, don't let your guard down. Those three little fellows opposite are very strong. One is brimming with overbearing presence, one is balanced in offense and defense, and the last is exceptionally talented. You're in for a tough fight... Don't worry, I'll guide you then!"

The "Thin Black Demonic Soul" periodically sought to assert its presence, fulfilling its duty as a "personal old grandpa."

Yun Tiantong nodded secretly.

"Senior, for the upcoming battle, I'll be relying on your command!"

After a period of interaction, Yun Tiantong had come to recognize the abilities of the "Thin Black Demonic Soul."

This old fellow had lived for tens of thousands of years, was experienced and knowledgeable, and was a very good "personal old grandpa."

The "Thin Black Demonic Soul" chuckled triumphantly, confidently assuring him.

"Little Old Six, rest assured, with this old man here, I guarantee you'll win this battle..."

At this moment, the elder from the "Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land" who was serving as the referee announced that the competition had officially begun!

The eldest of the "Three Heroes of Heavenly Dragon," Long Feng, exuded an imposing aura. With his imposing stride, he slowly stepped forward.

His presence was overwhelming, looking down from above.

Long Feng coldly regarded Yun Tianzhong and the others, forcefully declaring.

"Today, you will surely lose! To fall at the hands of us, the Three Heroes of Heavenly Dragon, is your honor..."

According to the international convention of the cultivation world, before a fight, it's customary to engage in verbal sparring.

Long Feng felt exceptionally good today; he planned to deliver a speech of at least eight thousand words...

In a stage competition, it wasn't just about winning, but also about winning beautifully, with dignity, and with dominance!

Verbal sparring was undoubtedly a huge bonus!

Long Feng thought smugly, "Look at those three bumpkins from the 'Eastern Wasteland Mountains,' looking so foolish. Aren't they stunned by my words..."

Just then, an unexpected event occurred!

"Little Ling..."

Yun Zhaozhao, the least conspicuous, suddenly spoke, calling out softly.

"That little girl, why are you shouting for no reason!"

The second of the "Three Heroes of Heavenly Dragon," Long Yu, rolled his eyes.

He came from a noble family and was arrogant, despising bumpkins from poor and remote regions.

Meanwhile, Long Zhu, the third of the "Three Heroes of Heavenly Dragon," standing beside him, vaguely sensed something was wrong. He instinctively looked back...

Holy crap!

He wouldn't have known if he hadn't looked, but looking, he found himself inexplicably surprised.

He saw that on the competition stage behind them, a monkey had appeared at some unknown time.

Uh, yes, it was a monkey!

Where did this monkey come from? Was he going to eat monkey brains tonight? Well, after winning this match and becoming famous, he should indeed eat something good to celebrate...

Long Zhu was lost in thought, when suddenly, he saw the monkey rummaging in its body and taking out a...

Hey, hey, hey, why is this monkey pulling out a stick?

Wow, this stick is a magical artifact; it glows, it elongates, it enlarges!

Not good, there's danger!

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

By the time Long Zhu realized something was wrong and that the monkey was problematic, it was already too late.

He saw the monkey brandish its "Formless Cudgel," the stick shadows overlapping, its momentum ferocious, as if it were about to punch a hole through heaven and earth!

Terrifying!

Too terrifying!

Long Zhu instinctively retreated. As for his second brother, Long Yu, beside him, his apologies, he couldn't be bothered; "better a dead comrade than a live poor fellow," after all!

Long Zhu, in a very unrighteous manner, abandoned Long Yu.

Rumble!

Long Yu, caught off guard, was hit squarely. His body was instantly submerged by endless, violent stick shadows.

What "Lingbo Dunfa" (Aquatic Evasion Technique), what "Wuxing Jianqi" (Invisible Sword Qi), in the face of absolute power, they were all jokes.

Long Yu's two proud divine abilities had no room to display their prowess; he was instantly engulfed by the endless stick shadows...

One second later, the stick shadows slowly dispersed.

Long Yu lay on the competition stage, severely injured and unconscious.

Instant kill!

He was instantly killed!