Martial Arts Overlord

On the ocean surface, gigantic water screens rose up at some point.

Each water screen was several dozen meters high, with shimmering lights reflecting the scenarios on the main island. You could see the contestants fighting bravely through the challenges, even their expressions and movements were clearly visible.

The people on the twelve small islands were all intently watching the water screens, observing the contestants they were interested in.

In the azure sky, the six Hall Masters of the Golden Palaces gathered together, similarly observing everything happening on the main island.

"Shui Qingcheng, this Luo Feng from your Linglong Hall has already reached the third gate so quickly, it’s impressive. It seems Shui Linglong chose well; this time, Linglong Hall is going to shine brightly at the tournament."

The speaker was a beautiful woman in a purple dress, her pupils also tinted a light purple, very mysterious. She was the Hall Master of the Purple Extreme Palace, Zi Qiuyu.

Eyeing Luo Feng, Zi Qiuyu teased:

"Had I known, our Purple Extreme Palace should have recruited him as a disciple back then."

Hmph!

Before Shui Qingcheng could speak, a cold snort suddenly sounded beside her, as a middle-aged man in white clothes, with a clean-shaven face, mocked:

"What does reaching the third gate mean now? Jian Wuji and Lu Xiao Yun are already about to clear the third gate."

The white-faced man was Meng Baiyun, the Hall Master of Floating Snow Hall.

In previous new dragon tournaments, Floating Snow Hall always overshadowed Linglong Hall, but this year, Linglong Hall was full of experts while Floating Snow Hall lacked new talents, which made Meng Baiyun feel uneasy.

Especially since Luo Feng had, in front of everyone, defeated the Floating Snow Hall disciple Yi Tian, shaming Floating Snow Hall. Hearing Zi Qiuyu praise Luo Feng now, he couldn’t help but bring up Jian Wuji and Lu Xiao Yun to suppress Linglong Hall.

Shui Qingcheng, with dreamlike eyes, glanced at Meng Baiyun but did not speak. She wasn’t someone who said much and disdained arguing with Meng Baiyun.

At that moment, laughter suddenly rang out, as a burly man in a golden battle robe laughed:

"Jian Wuji and Lu Xiao Yun? What do they count as? In this tournament, both will be trampled underfoot by our Yuangang Hall’s Yi Bufan!"

Upon hearing this, the old man in green across squinted his eyes, his glare like electricity slicing through the air, looking coldly at the burly man, he said:

"Tu Wanshan, you’re the same as always, spouting nonsense without fearing the ridicule of the world."

Tu Wanshan’s bushy brows twitched, and he glared angrily at the old man in green: "Yuan Xu, if you want a showdown, just say it, I’ll fully oblige!"

"Gladly."

The old man in green sneered, a fierce energy flowing, silently tearing apart the clouds in the sky.

Swish!

Seeing the two about to clash, a veiled woman who hadn’t spoken appeared in the middle, her voice as ethereal as mist, coming from behind the veil.

"Gentlemen, today is the new dragon tournament, not a day for your personal contests."

Tu Wanshan glanced at the woman and turned his head, saying to the old man in green:

"In deference to Meng Yun, I won’t argue with you today. Wait and see, the first new dragon of this tournament will surely be a disciple of our Yuangang Hall. Your Sky Sword Pavilion has held the top spot long enough."

"Hmph."

The old man in green squinted his eyes, showing disdain.

Zi Qiuyu, the first to speak, gently exhaled, seemingly accustomed to such scenes.

Just as Yuangang Hall’s cultivation techniques focus on defense and Sky Sword Pavilion’s on attack power, Sky Sword Pavilion and Yuangang Hall naturally counteract each other. Each meeting of the Hall Masters was full of tension; they sought superiority in every matter, having clashed countless times. Had it not been the new dragon tournament today, a major battle would have been inevitable.

Seeing Shui Qingcheng remain silent, Zi Qiuyu smiled and asked, "Shui Qingcheng, who do you think will be the first new dragon in this year’s tournament?"

Shui Qingcheng looked below, her red lips lightly parting, speaking casually:

"We’ll know once the ranking matches begin."

"Your temperament hasn’t changed a bit."

Zi Qiuyu showed a bitter smile and also looked at the main island below, murmuring: "However, passing the third gate, Profound Weight Gate, is not easy. No matter how high the state, it’s useless. I wonder how many will be trapped here."

The Profound Weight Gate tests a martial artist’s combat ability, unrelated to cultivation level, so contestants entering the third gate face greater suppression as their cultivation level increases. Only through skill can they pass.

This is to eliminate contestants who only rigidly train without combat experience.

At this moment, Luo Feng had already passed the second gate, arriving at the third gate, Profound Weight Gate.

Unlike Wandering Dragon Gate, the Profound Weight Gate no longer had rocky pathways on either side. Water currents converged, forming a gigantic waterfall without end.

The waterfall poured down, its currents seemingly pulled by an invisible force, twisting and morphing into fierce whirlpools. The splashing waves, akin to blades, cut the air with slices of white, shocking to behold.

Swish!

With a glance, Luo Feng did not hesitate, his figure expanded, directly gliding toward the top of the waterfall.

"Strange!"

Upon entering the Profound Weight Gate, Luo Feng immediately sensed the peculiarity.

The gravity in this space increased tenfold, and his body felt exceptionally heavy. Moreover, an extremely subtle terrifying aura filled the space, suppressing one’s spirit, spawning negative emotions within. Those of unsteady mind might hallucinate.

"This Profound Weight Gate is not simple."

Alarmed, Luo Feng immediately invoked Grand Momentum to suppress his inner negative emotions.

Crash!

The whirlpools emerged rapidly, suddenly, two massive whirlpools collided ahead, torrential waves surged toward Luo Feng.

"Break!"

Luo Feng’s speed didn’t decrease, his figure stretched out, a remnant shadow trailing in the void, and he punched out.

Bam!

Water droplets splashed, and Luo Feng was also forced back two steps.

"Huh, the power has diminished."

Upon acting, Luo Feng immediately felt the change.

His cultivation now was equivalent to a martial artist at the early ninth level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, lowered by three tiers. It seemed the Profound Weight Gate not only increased gravity and imposed spiritual pressure but also suppressed the martial artist’s cultivation.

"Interesting."

The previous two gates were mere formalities for Luo Feng. Now sensing a bit of pressure, he found a trace of interest instead. Exhaling a breath, he employed Sky Cloud Step, darting forward.

Crash, crash, crash, crash, crash...

The deeper he ventured, the whirlpools grew more intense, tearing at each other, causing spatial distortions. Charging inside felt like being caught in a cavalry skirmish, combined with the gravity’s alteration. A single miscalculation would have one torn out by the whirlpool.

However, this was nothing to Luo Feng.

This wasn’t his first time dealing with gravity changes, coupled with long-term combat training, he quickly grasped the key points, maneuvering through whirlpool gaps like a fish swimming freely.

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