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Elder's expression changed slightly: "Shut up! If you make such disrespectful remarks again, the enforcement hall's sticks are waiting for you!"
Regional discrimination exists everywhere.
This is unavoidable.
But to bring it to the surface and speak about it is foolish.
Wang Chong, suddenly reprimanded, dared not raise his voice again, but still muttered, "It's true, warriors from Northern Liang Province, that barbaric place, are all frogs at the bottom of a well.
That last so-called Northern Liang Genius who claimed to suppress a whole state was beaten so badly that he couldn't even recognize his own parents..."
Wang Chong's voice was not loud, but Lin Qiubai heard him clearly.
Lin Qiubai believed that the Elder also heard him clearly; however, as an Elder, he turned a blind eye to this matter, seemingly tacitly accepting such views.
Central Sand State is located at the foot of the imperial capital, with a favorable geographical position and abundant resources. They have the right to look down on other major states.
Generally speaking, other states' Heavenly Pride would choose to tolerate regional discrimination.
However, Lin Qiubai did not want to play the game of hiding his strength and then becoming a dark horse in the Trial Competition, quietly saving face and turning the situation around.
Better save it!
The more a gentleman yields, the more a petty person becomes reckless.
Taking a step back does not mean the sea is wide and the sky is vast; it only invites more ridicule and mockery.
Since one can immediately regain their footing, why resort to the tactic of playing the pig to eat the tiger?
Of course, there is nothing more satisfying than striking back when one is slapped in the face!
With this thought in mind, Lin Qiubai raised his hand and pressed it on Wang Chong's shoulder.
What seemed like a gentle pat on the shoulder was actually filled with hidden currents.
Wang Chong's gaze sharpened as he tried to pull away, but it felt as if he were stuck in mud, unable to move.
In this confrontation, Wang Chong was utterly defeated.
A torrent of Vital Energy surged from Lin Qiubai's palm, making it hard for Wang Chong to breathe, and even causing his legs to tremble.
"Too weak! You dare to speak such arrogance like this?!"
Lin Qiubai's eyes were cold as he mocked mercilessly.
"Young friend, please know when to stop. It won't be good when the Holy Dragon Guard arrives."
"You make a good point. I'll take him to the Arena for some fun! Going to the Arena shouldn't violate any rules, right?"
With that, Lin Qiubai didn't care whether Wang Chong was willing or not; he grabbed the already defenseless Wang Chong and transformed into a streak of light, rushing outside.
The Central Sand State is martial in nature, and a large Arena has been built within the city.
The Martial Arts Arena is surrounded by seats and stands, capable of accommodating three hundred thousand people, resembling the Colosseum of ancient Rome.
At this moment, the Arena was empty, with no one fighting.
Lin Qiubai landed directly in the center of the Arena and threw Wang Chong onto the ground, looking down coldly.
A member of the Holy Dragon Guard, who oversees the Arena, approached Lin Qiubai with surprise.
"Young friend, what brings you here in such a rush?"
Lin Qiubai recounted the events in detail.
The Holy Dragon Guard nodded in understanding.
"Two months ago, there was also a martial artist from Northern Liang who felt discriminated against and came to this Arena...
You too wish to seek justice for Northern Liang, am I right?"
Seeing Lin Qiubai affirmatively respond, the Holy Dragon Guard continued speaking.
"You two have similar cultivation levels. You can compete, but remember to stop at the right moment. Do not intentionally injure each other, and absolutely do not attempt to kill. Otherwise, the laws of the Dynasty are no joke!"
After saying this, the Holy Dragon Guard looked meaningfully at Wang Chong, clearly showing a hint of favoritism towards the martial artists from the Central Sand Continent.
"Then let's do it! I..."
Wang Chong felt provoked by that gaze and saw that tens of thousands of spectators had gathered below the Arena. He gritted his teeth and took his stance.
He could not afford to lose face!
However, in the next moment, Lin Qiubai suddenly vanished from his spot.
In the blink of an eye, Wang Chong felt a palm strike against his chest, causing immense discomfort in his internal organs. He staggered unsteadily and coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, collapsing weakly onto the Arena.
Defeated.
"With such strength, how dare you call Northern Liang Province barbaric?!
Let it be known that anyone under fifteen years old from Central Sand State is trash!!"
Lin Qiubai waved his sleeve nonchalantly, clearly enunciating each word. His voice boomed like thunder, resonating through the ears of tens of thousands of spectators below the Arena.
The crowd's expressions changed dramatically.
This young man is incredibly arrogant!
"Lin repeated once again! 'All geniuses under fifteen in Central Sand State are trash. If you disagree, come and fight!'"
Arrogant!
Boastful!
Under the blazing sun, a brilliant golden light shone on Lin Qiubai's shoulders.
His tall figure stood proudly on the Arena, long hair flowing like a waterfall, his white robe fluttering in the wind.
His eyes sparkled with brilliance under the sunlight, revealing the undefeated demeanor of the Young Supreme, just the tip of the iceberg.
"Wang Chong is not worthy to take the stage! In Central Sand State, there are countless talented youths. I, Zhang Bixiang, am here to challenge you!"
A blue figure stepped through the air and landed at the edge of the Arena.
Zhang Bixiang, a true disciple of the mid-tier sect A Luo Sect, ranked three hundred sixty in the last Central Sand State trial competition.
He was only fourteen years old then.
Now at fifteen, Zhang Bixiang likely possesses strength within the top one hundred!
With nearly thirty million young martial artists in Central Sand State, those who can rank in the top one hundred are all extraordinary talents and can be considered peerless geniuses.
This Zhang Bixiang is capable of shouldering great responsibilities!
Tens of thousands of spectators felt a sense of relief.
"Two months ago, there was an arrogant warrior from Beiliang. Ha ha, you are about to meet the same fate as him!"
Zhang Puxiang showed a look of disdain.
"Get lost!"
Lin Qiubai, uninterested in listening to Zhang Puxiang's nonsense, let out a loud shout and in the blink of an eye appeared in front of Zhang Puxiang, delivering a whip kick to his chest.
"Poof!"
Even someone as strong as Zhang Puxiang couldn't withstand it; his body was sent flying back, blood spewing from his mouth and nose as he fell onto the arena.
Propping himself up, he looked at Lin Qiubai with shock on his face, his eyes filled with despair.
The warriors in the audience were stunned.
Zhang Puxiang actually couldn't withstand even a single move before being defeated?
How could this be possible?!
In an instant, tens of thousands of people fell silent, staring at the White-Clad Youth in the arena.
They couldn't believe that Zhang Puxiang, who had ranked among the top one hundred, could be defeated so quickly.
"How strong! Who can compete with this?!"
The crowd watching from the stands grew anxious.
"Hmph, the difference between the top fifty and the top one hundred in Central Sand State is like heaven and earth. Although Zhang Bixiang is strong, he barely makes it into the top one hundred, and there is still a significant gap in combat power compared to those top fifty prodigies."
An audience member analyzed, trying to regain some face.
However, Lin Qiubai switched to his mocking mode: "If Central Sand State is filled with such talent, then it is truly a tragedy!
Quickly bring all those renowned geniuses from across the state here; I, Lin, will suppress them one by one!"
Lin Qiubai's words left tens of thousands of spectators gasping for breath. Many prodigies gritted their teeth, seething with anger.
But Zhang Bixiang had already been defeated!
How could they possibly be Lin Qiubai's opponents?
They could only wait for stronger prodigies to arrive and suppress Lin Qiubai.
"I, Yu Exhibition, challenge you!"
Upon hearing this sudden shout, tens of thousands of spectators gasped in surprise.
Yu Exhibition, a true disciple of the prestigious Yu Jian Sect, was at the peak of the Origin Realm. He had once slain a mountain bandit at the first level of Yuan Dan Realm with his sword, gaining fame and earning the title of Sword Peerless.
Central Sand State Tianjiao Leaderboard Among the top fifty, he has a place!
His combat power is truly terrifying.
Yu Exhibition descended gracefully onto the Arena.
Without lowering his gaze, he slowly drew his sword.
The silver blade emitted a blinding light, and as the sword was gradually pulled out, its song grew louder and resonated through the skies.
Behind him, a ten-meter-long Vitality Dragon roared forth, its gaze cold and looking down upon all beings.
Meanwhile, Yu Exhibition stood straight like a sharp sword, as if ready to cut through everything.
Seeing this, tens of thousands of spectators below collectively held their breath.
With the appearance of Sword Wushuang, the suppression of Lin Qiubai was about to begin!
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