Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

Zhao Fujin’s pupils suddenly widened.

Junior brother... he has actually become a First Grade Martial Artist.

Xiao Yunxi’s face was slightly flushed; she never expected Chen Mo to hide so deeply, not even she knew.

Hu Mei’er was filled with disbelief, her chest heaving violently with an almost bursting sensation, which was indicative of her current emotions.

A First Grade Martial Artist under twenty; even Qin Zheng from the former dynasty didn’t have such talent.

It could be said that everyone who saw this scene was dumbfounded.

Wu Lu looked at Chen Mo as if he were a monster; Chang’an didn’t lose in vain.

How could a Second-Grade Martial Artist be a match for a First Grade Martial Artist?

However, his heart was also extremely excited; even if it meant letting Xin’Er be a concubine, he wanted Chen Mo as the Wu family’s son-in-law.

A First Grade Martial Artist under twenty, anyone with a bit of brains would know that his future achievements would be limitless.

Even Li Weiqiu couldn’t help but swallow.

Is it fake, a First Grade Martial Artist?

A First Grade Martial Artist under twenty?!

His face turned serious, not as confident about vying for the chief position anymore.

Amidst the surrounding uproar, Chen Mo seemed deaf, possessing the Innate Purity Immortal Body allowed him to conceal his aura, and unless someone was significantly stronger, they couldn’t sense his exact realm.

Chen Mo walked to the weapon rack, took a long sword, practiced with it for a bit, and looked down at the crowd below: ”Are you all afraid to come at me together?”

Everyone who had reached this stage was highly skilled and also courageous.

Although not as strong as Chen Mo, being repeatedly belittled by him was something they couldn’t tolerate.

”Don’t be arrogant, I, Zhang Lie, will challenge you.” A burly man with a robust physique leaped onto the stage, causing it to tremble slightly as he landed. He then selected a pair of golden hammers from the weapon rack, weighed them, and said, ”Come.”

Chen Mo lightly tapped his toes, and the thick wooden board beneath him cracked with a sharp sound. His figure was as fast as lightning, reaching Zhang Lie in the blink of an eye, with his sword thrust forward.

Zhang Lie was startled; the speed was too fast. He quickly raised his double hammers to block in front of him.

”Clang!”

The sword tip scraped across the hammer, sparking lightly. Yet, the True Qi enveloping the sword slit Zhang Lie’s right sleeve, leaving a cut on his arm.

”Sword Qi!” Zhang Lie’s eyes sharpened.

”Brother Zhang, Dai Xishan from Wuling County is here to help you.”

Seeing Zhang Lie about to be defeated, a man in black flew onto the stage. As he leaped up, he drew a long spear from the weapon rack and lunged at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo abandoned attacking Zhang Lie and chose to dodge.

”Thanks, brother.” Zhang Lie wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, profoundly relieved.

”No need, Brother Zhang, let’s go at him together and cut down his arrogance,” Dai Xishan suggested.

Zhang Lie nodded, shouting fiercely as he swung his double hammers and leapt into the air, smashing towards Chen Mo.

Dai Xishan employed his spear martial arts, coordinating with Zhang Lie.

The other contestants refrained from stepping up. Although Chen Mo invited them to attack together,

as innate martial artists, they held their pride high. Even if belittled by Chen Mo, they valued martial ethics and wouldn’t bully with numbers.

People in the Jianghu valued face the most.

After all, it was Chen Mo who asked them to come all at once.

But this was a martial arts competition hosted by the Imperial Court, and without approval from Your Majesty, using numbers against him was unfair.

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Facing Zhang Lie’s double hammers crashing down, a golden light flickered in Chen Mo’s eyes. He easily dodged and simultaneously evaded Dai Xishan’s spear thrust.

”Bang!”

The double hammers smashed into the stage, splintering the wooden boards instantly, scattering splinters everywhere.

Being strength-based, Zhang Lie had no time to withdraw when Chen Mo dodged his attack.

Chen Mo swept towards Zhang Lie.

Catching sight of the cold glare from the long sword, Zhang Lie broke out in a cold sweat along his back.

Fortunately, Chen Mo had no intention of killing. With a twist of his wrist, he restrained the sword’s edge, sweeping the sword body harshly against Zhang Lie’s waist.

Logically, wielding a longsword this way should bend the sword, but in Chen Mo’s hand, it was like a sturdy stick, sweeping Zhang Lie off the stage and leaving a mark on the ground.

Both were no match for Chen Mo.

Zhang Lie was swept off the stage.

Soon after, Dai Xishan was also kicked off the stage by Chen Mo.

”Thank you... Brother Chen for sparing us.” Zhang Lie and Dai Xishan stood up and cupped their fists towards Chen Mo.

Their injuries were only superficial, and for innate martial artists like them, it was nothing, so they naturally understood Chen Mo had shown mercy.

As men of integrity, though defeated, they felt grateful for Chen Mo’s leniency.

Chen Mo nodded and, after saying he had been impolite, glanced at the other contestants: ”Anyone else?”

Zhang Lie and Dai Xishan’s mouths twitched at the sight.

When Chen Mo apologized to them earlier, they thought he was humble.

Unexpectedly, he was still so arrogant.

Yet, indeed, he had the capital to be so.

The two stood off to the side, watching the upcoming battles.

Seeing two innate martial artists defeated so swiftly, the remaining contestants exchanged glances, hesitating.

Pride was one thing, but going up there only to fail within a few moves would be humiliating, wouldn’t it?

”I’ll go.” After hesitating for a moment, Li Weiqiu still stepped onto the stage, aware he would likely lose, yet unwilling to surrender without a fight.

”Together, if we let him take the top spot too easily, how would the world see us?” Another Second-Grade expert flew onto the stage.

”I’m coming too.” Noticing someone signaling him, Peng Fei also leaped onto the stage.

The three formed a triangular formation, encircling Chen Mo.

No more contestants went up.

Firstly, it was a matter of face.

Secondly, the stage was only so big; too many people would hinder the fight, causing more harm than good.

”Brother Chen, Young Master Li Weiqiu of Myriad Swords Manor.”

”From Qiantang County, Wang Yang.”

”Peng Yun.”

”Please guide us.”

On the stage that captured everyone’s attention, Li Weiqiu, Wang Yang, and Peng Yun selected handy weapons and cupped their fists towards Chen Mo, then stood with their weapons pointed at him.

However, Chen Mo tossed the long sword in his hand aside, rolled his neck, stretched his muscles, and then smiled, ”Come on together!”

”Pardon us.” The three surged towards Chen Mo, sealing him in, cutting off any retreat.

What they didn’t notice was that the muscles in Chen Mo’s right arm suddenly started to twitch, bulging, as all the True Qi in his body gathered there.

The Red Dragon Demon Arm had opened two Profound Gates.

Chen Mo let out a loud roar, and his right hand clenched into a fist, striking the ground.

At that instant, the stage erupted with a deafening boom.