Mu Gaoqi waved his arms ceaselessly from below, as if trying to lend every ounce of his strength to Jiang Chen so that he could withstand Rong Zifeng's final move.
In Mu Gaoqi's eyes, a Small Origin Realm martial artist going up against a Heaven Origin Realm martial artist was already a rabbit wrestling a lion. If Jiang Chen could hold on for ten moves without being defeated, it would absolutely be the stuff of legends.
"Mu Gaoqi, you're celebrating too early. You think Rong Zifeng, ranked sixth in the Supreme Zone, is only this capable?" Suddenly, Nie Chong, ranked fourth among the Four Heavenly Kings, let out a cold laugh.
Shen Qinghong's lips also curved into a faint smile. "I didn't expect that this Jiang Chen, at the peak of the Small Origin Realm, would actually be able to force Zifeng to use his trump card. That's rather impressive. What a pity he's still too young after all."
Ling Bi'er also sighed softly, seeming to feel a bit of sympathy for Jiang Chen, yet also as though she despised Rong Zifeng even more. Her sensuous lips moved slightly, but she said nothing.
It was the dashing Jun Mobai who chuckled and said, "This Jiang Chen is quite interesting. Rong Zifeng has a trump card — how do we know Jiang Chen doesn't? Could someone without a trump card be personally appointed by the Palace Master? Earned the attention of Elder Yun Nie? Entered our Supreme Zone?"
Jun Mobai had always disagreed with Shen Qinghong on most matters.
It was nothing personal — the two of them were competing for the top position in the Supreme Zone.
Their talent and strength were roughly equal.
But Jun Mobai was slightly inferior to Shen Qinghong by half a measure, and that gap lay in their different backgrounds. Though Jun Mobai also had access to renowned mentors, there was still a difference compared to having Liancheng Elder, the Hall Master of the Martial Arts Hall, as your backer.
What's more, Shen Qinghong also had a grandfather who served as Hall Master of the Spring and Autumn Hall.
Shen Qinghong smiled with cool indifference. "Mobai, your talent is exceptional. But sometimes, you tend toward extremes — always dreaming of some nobody rising up to topple a genius. Where in this world would you find so many such absurd stories?"
The words were confident, composed, and thoroughly pretentious.
The implication was naturally a veiled jab that Jun Mobai was a common nobody while he, Shen Qinghong, was a noble-born genius. It was also a subtle warning — stop dreaming about challenging my position at the top, because you, Jun Mobai, don't deserve it.
Naturally, Jun Mobai understood the meaning perfectly, and everyone else caught it too.
Jun Mobai simply smiled with equanimity and didn't bother arguing further. He waved it off with a carefree grin. "Let's wait and see. I'm still betting on Jiang Chen."
Upon hearing this, Mu Gaoqi cast Jun Mobai a grateful glance.
In these Supreme Zone cave residences, the only people who had dared openly support Jiang Chen were himself and now Jun Mobai.
Jun Mobai might not have been genuinely backing Jiang Chen, but at least he'd said those words.
On the arena, the earthy-yellow qi currents had already shrouded the entire stage. Rong Zifeng's massive arms were regenerating at a rapid pace.
Countless earthy-yellow runes, like tadpoles, swam across both arms at blinding speed.
Above the great arms, they lifted toward the sky, like a titan propping up heaven and holding the earth, bearing up a mountain peak.
Layer upon layer of earthy-yellow qi coalesced in his hands, condensing rapidly until, in the blink of an eye, the swirling currents had formed into something the size of an entire mountain range.
A mountain-sized mass of yuan power, as majestic and imposing as a real mountain.
Rong Zifeng let out a savage laugh. Every vein on his body bulged thick and taut, as though they might burst at any moment.
"Jiang Chen, let's see how you escape under my Gravity Heaven Mountain!"
As he spoke, Rong Zifeng's great arms quivered, and he hurled the mountain of yuan power straight at Jiang Chen.
The tremendous force descended like a mountain falling from the sky, unleashing an astonishing aura and forming a gravity cage with the ground that completely enveloped Jiang Chen.
"Accept your fate!"
Rong Zifeng bellowed and pressed both arms downward.
The massive yuan-power mountain hurtled downward with earth-shattering momentum, pressing down with crushing weight.
BOOM!
Dust erupted in endless clouds. Jiang Chen, crushed beneath the mountain of yuan power, made not a sound — he was buried directly underneath with absolutely no chance to escape.
Rong Zifeng fixed his blazing gaze on the yuan-power mountain and sneered with the air of a victor. "Making me use this killing move — Jiang Chen, among all the Small Origin Realm fighters, you're the first."
"But this is where it ends. Exactly ten moves!"
Rong Zifeng smiled smugly, knowing that even if Jiang Chen hadn't been killed by that crushing blow, he would certainly be crippled.
He raised both arms, lifting the yuan-power mountain high.
Below, the arena floor had been pressed down a full several zhang. But in that sunken area, there was no sign of Jiang Chen's remains whatsoever.
Jiang Chen seemed to have vanished into thin air.
Rong Zifeng froze. His Gravity Heaven Mountain was indeed formidable, but it wasn't so powerful as to crush a person into nothingness. This yuan-power mountain could have flattened Jiang Chen into paste, or shattered every bone in his body — that was entirely plausible. Even turning him into a puddle of mush was possible.
But to reduce him to ashes? That was clearly beyond the technique's capability.
A sudden flicker of unease passed through Rong Zifeng's heart.
At that very moment, a cold, arrogant laugh drifted from behind him. "Rong Zifeng, are you declaring victory all by yourself?"
Rong Zifeng's entire body trembled. He whipped around and saw Jiang Chen standing behind him, expression calm, a faint trace of mockery playing at the corners of his lips.
"You—"