When Long Chen sat in the chief referee seat, someone below immediately began reading the rules according to the procedure. When the procedure ended and Long Chen stood up from the referee's table, the entire arena erupted in excitement.
Shouts, cheers, and screams never faded, their voices shaking the sky. It was an outpouring of passion and passion. They knew this was a clash between ancient and modern powerhouses.
Modern prodigies have always been suppressed by ancient prodigies, even competing against them. Deep down, they harbor a fierce refusal to lose.
Those contestants were the top contenders among modern powerhouses. After the quarterfinals, some felt inferior and simply gave their spots to the opponents themselves.
This way, they could preserve the opponent's stamina and hide their ultimate moves. As modern powerhouses, they hoped someone could defeat ancient powerhouses to prove that modern powerhouses were no weaker than them.
In the ancient and modern war, there are only two sides, with no distinction between families. They are willing to contribute to defeating ancient powerhouses.
Long Chen stood up, opening the curtain on the ancient and modern battle. When he appeared on the ring, the entire arena erupted like a pot, almost exploding.
On the arena, the mist was hazy. When Long Chen's figure entered the arena, the mist gradually dispersed, and then two figures slowly emerged.
Four arenas, each covered up. Unlike previous matches, no one knew who would face whom in this match, so everything was unknown. When two figures appeared, the crowd's cheers grew even louder.
"It's Long Wuyang and Zhao Qingtian."
Someone exclaimed, recognizing the two of them.
Long Wuyang was once ranked below Long Ziwei, with average strength and a very low profile.
However, unexpectedly, he stood out in this elite tournament, showcasing his sharpness and completely overturning the Long family's perception of the strong.
No one expected that Long Wuyang had been hiding for so many years, just to show off his skills here. He could be said to be the biggest dark horse in the entire elite tournament.
Long Chen looked at Long Wuyang. This man was tall and had no hair on his head. Judging by his build and appearance, he resembled Gu Yang somewhat.
Similarly, all strength-type experts wielded a coiling dragon staff as thick as an ordinary person's thigh, their vital energy and blood were astonishing. Standing there, they stood like iron towers, unshakable.
Opposite him, Zhao Qingtian was short in stature. Comparing them, Zhao Qingtian looked like a child who hadn't grown up, but the aura around him was terrifying. He didn't deliberately reveal his presence, but the unintentional burst of energy distorted the space around him.
He was like a bottomless volcano; no one could estimate how much energy he held inside. No one would look down on him just because of his small stature.
"The dark horse of the Long family?" Come on, don't say I didn't give you a chance. Three moves. If you can hold out for three moves, then you've won. Zhao Qingtian looked at Long Wuyang and sneered.
Clearly, he didn't take Long Wuyang seriously, nor did he pay attention to Long Chen as the referee, because from start to finish, he couldn't be bothered to spare Long Chen a glance.
Faced with Zhao Qingtian's mockery, Long Wuyang wasn't angry. Instead, he nodded and said, "Then I have to thank you. Let us see just how powerful ancient prodigies really are!" "
Boom!"
After Long Wuyang finished speaking, his blood and energy erupted. The Destiny Wheel appeared behind him, and a trace of blood-red patterns appeared on the disk. As soon as those patterns appeared, Long Wuyang's blood and energy burned wildly.
"Rumble rumble... Waves
of energy surged and fierce winds surged. Long Wuyang's aura surged rapidly, and the violent force caused the blue bricks of the arena beneath his feet to crack.
"Oh my god!"
someone exclaimed. Although they all knew Long Wuyang must have hidden trump cards and had retained his strength before, they hadn't expected that he had conserved so much. The violent power could shatter the blue bricks on the arena.
"Forgive me!"
Long Wuyang shouted sharply, his foot moving. With a loud bang, several blocks of blue bricks shattered on the arena, and he shot toward Zhao Qingtian like a bolt of lightning.
The coiling dragon runes on Long Wuyang's Panlong Staff lit up, blood-red patterns appeared, and at that moment, the staff's aura merged with him.
"Man and stick as one!"
People exclaimed again. After all, Long Wuyang's weapon was a Heavenly Saint divine weapon. Without cultivation at the Heavenly Saint level, it was almost impossible to fuse with it, yet Long Wuyang managed to do it.
When man and soldier unite, Long Wuyang can unleash the full power of his weapon—this is the dream of countless people.
"Rumble rumble rumble ..."
Long Wuyang knew that this man before him was an ancient prodigy, unimaginably powerful. To face such a formidable opponent, he had endured for years. This was his dream, and now that his dream had come true, he cherished this opportunity more than anyone. Every strike was an unstoppable strike.
Seeing this, Long Chen curled up with a cold smile. He knew that Zhao Qingtian, that fool, had misjudged and seriously underestimated Long Wuyang's strength.
Just as Long Chen had predicted, Zhao Qingtian was too busy showing off to summon the phenomenon. Now, with Long Wuyang merging his staff and powerful aura instantly locking onto him, Zhao Qingtian realized something was wrong. But it was already too late—it was too late to summon the phenomenon.
"Buzz!"
Zhao Qingtian shouted sharply, spreading his legs and crossing his arms in front of him. Long Chen immediately felt a powerful force concentrate on the arena.
"The power of earth?"
Long Chen was slightly startled. Before Zhao Qingtian used this move, Long Chen hadn't sensed the fluctuations of earth power within him.
Endless earth power surged into Zhao Qingtian, instantly forming a layer of armor. Especially his arms and legs, covered with multiple layers of battle armor, making them exceptionally thick.
"Boom!"
At that moment, Long Wuyang smashed down his staff, striking Zhao Qingtian's arms. With a thunderous explosion, the entire arena trembled violently, endless blue bricks flew and crashed hard against the barrier, sending ripples everywhere.
This strike was terrifying, but what shocked everyone even more was that Zhao Qingtian stood still and blocked Long Wuyang's strike head-on. Zhao Qingtian remained as steady as a rock, while Long Wuyang was shaken back several steps.
"Oh my god, isn't this terrifying?"
"Not even summoning a vision?"
"Is the gap really that big?"
Seeing this outcome, people were stunned, especially as a modern powerhouse who had placed too much hope in Long Wuyang, yet this outcome left their hearts chilled.
One gave it his all, the other didn't even summon a vision—how could they even compare?
However, despite being knocked back, Long Wuyang was not discouraged at all. When he reached the final step, he spun around, his body following the staff. As he moved and shifted, the staff shadows appeared in a bizarre manner before Zhao Qingtian, sweeping the staff horizontally.
"Beautiful."
This time, even Long Chen couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
"Boom
With a loud explosion, the entire arena trembled. Amid the crowd's exclamations, Zhao Qingtian was swept back by Long Wuyang's staff.