Heaven-Surpassing Divine Emperor

Atop the ring.

Flashes of sabers and swords filled the air as brilliant beams of True Essence Light collided and burst forth, like dazzling fireworks.

The sight was blindingly brilliant.

Ten powerhouses fought. The weakest among them was at the Early Stage of the Eighth Stage of True Martial Realm, while the strongest had reached the Peak of True Martial Realm Eighth Stage.

Among them, three were so formidable that they had even achieved ten-win streaks in the past!

But now...

As these ten powerhouses besieged Jiang Chen together, they found themselves utterly suppressed and at a clear disadvantage.

”This is boring. In this entire Martial Arts Arena, isn’t there a single decent opponent?” Jiang Chen said, wielding his Qingfeng Sword in a furious dance. He unleashed waves of razor-sharp light that seemed to blot out the sky as they crushed down on his enemies.

The cold light of his sword seemed to span continents.

With a single slash, he defeated his foes!

A single sword strike took three powerhouses out of the fight.

”All of you, off the stage!” Jiang Chen barked, sweeping his longsword horizontally. ”Divine Wind Extreme!”

SWISH—

A fan-shaped wave of Sword Qi swept out, skimming the surface of the ring. It sliced a layer clean off the platform wherever it passed. Amidst flying sand and billowing dust, the seven remaining powerhouses were all knocked out of the ring, completely incapacitated!

The referee, long since numb to the spectacle, announced mechanically, ”The winner is—Jiang Chen!”

ROAR—

The referee’s words were the spark that lit a fuse.

The entire Martial Arts Arena once again descended into a frenzy...

”Ninety straight wins! Long live Jiang Chen!”

”Long live! Long live!”

”Hahaha, that kid, Jiang Chen! Just nine more wins, and you’ll break the Martial Arts Arena’s winning streak record!”

”This kid is unreal!”

”Take on another ten!”

”Do it again...”

”Jiang Chen, Jiang Chen...”

The entire Sixth War Zone was packed to the rafters. A venue meant for one hundred thousand spectators was crammed with a hundred and sixty or seventy thousand people. On the Observation Platforms, a sea of heads bobbed, and shouts of astonishment echoed throughout the entire Martial Arts Arena, drawing the attention of more and more experts.

In the entire history of the Saint Martial Dynasty’s Martial Arts Arenas, a winning streak of ninety or more matches had only occurred five times!

Now...

It was finally happening for the sixth time!

This was a moment for miracles, but it was also a moment for everyone to make a killing!

To say nothing of the other experts’ earnings, take Cui Zheng and Master Kumu for example. When they entered the Martial Arts Arena, they each had only one hundred million silver taels to their name. But now, their assets had already exceeded twenty-five billion silver taels, equivalent to two hundred and fifty million gold taels.

Even for men of their current status, two hundred and fifty million gold taels was still an enormous fortune!

Seeing the joy radiating from the two men’s faces, the uncle and nephew, Shan Le and Shan Gang, looked absolutely grim. They kept their heads bowed, silently cursing Jiang Chen and praying for his defeat in the next match.

”Qingyi, how much have we won now?” Cui Zheng asked. He had once again bet his entire fortune on Jiang Chen and now looked to Xiao Qingyi.

Xiao Qingyi paused, blinked, and then smiled. ”Fifteen point three billion gold taels!”

GASP!

”We’ve struck it rich! Hahaha...”

Cui Zheng and Master Kumu both gasped, their faces a mask of shock.

Fifteen billion gold taels... That was equivalent to one point five trillion silver taels, the entire fortune of some second-class families in the Imperial Capital!

And it had only been a single day!

The Martial Arts Arena was indeed the place to get rich.

However...

This was only possible because Jiang Chen was monstrously strong, winning every single match to achieve a ninety-win streak. Otherwise, a typical expert might manage a ten-win streak at most and wouldn’t earn nearly as much.

Cui Zheng remarked with emotion, ”Plus, with his ninety-win streak, even if he loses now, he’ll still get nine percent of the total betting pool from all ninety matches. That’s the real jackpot!”

”That’s enough to make the Martial Arts Arena really feel the pain. And if he can make it to a hundred consecutive wins...” Master Kumu’s eyes glinted with a strategic light.

Just then, a sudden uproar from within the Martial Arts Arena interrupted Master Kumu’s train of thought.

”Leng Feng? The Martial Arts Arena is actually sending out Leng Feng?”

”Holy shit! Leng Feng already hit a ninety-win streak last year! He’s a peerless genius who boasted he could break Lan Haichen’s record of ninety-eight wins within five years. He’s currently ranked one hundred and first on the Spirit List. I can’t believe the Martial Arts Arena is sending him out!”

”It’s obvious they don’t want Jiang Chen to win anymore. I’ve got to bet on Leng Feng for this one!”

”An expert from the Spirit List! No matter how strong Jiang Chen is, there’s no way he can be Leng Feng’s opponent!”

The spectators who had just been about to place another bet on Jiang Chen quickly shifted their wagers to Leng Feng.

Reputation precedes him.

Leng Feng had achieved a ninety-win streak just last year and was a supreme genius ranked one hundred and first on the Spirit List. The moment he stepped onto the stage, ninety-nine percent of the crowd was certain Jiang Chen would be defeated.

A flicker of excitement finally appeared on Shan Le’s pale face. ”It’s the executioner, Leng Feng? Hahaha, Jiang Chen is a dead man now! Not only is Leng Feng incredibly powerful, but he’s also known as the most brutal of the ninety-win-streak geniuses. Every powerhouse who has faced him has been torn to pieces. Jiang Chen, you’re finished! Haha!”

Shan Gang was also ecstatic. He glanced at Cui Zheng’s group and gloated, ”Elder Cui, Master Kumu, didn’t you two just bet your entire fortunes on Jiang Chen? Tsk, tsk. What a shame. You’re doomed to lose it all. There’s no way Jiang Chen can beat Leng Feng!”

”Young Master Jiang is invincible. How could a mere Leng Feng possibly stop him?” Cui Zheng retorted with a cold snort.

Despite his words, his confidence wavered when he heard Leng Feng was an expert ranked one hundred and first on the Spirit List.

Only Xiao Qingyi, Little White, and the Black Emperor remained perfectly calm, their expressions unchanged from start to finish.

They had complete confidence in Jiang Chen’s strength!

......

Back in the ring.

Jiang Chen’s eyes narrowed to slits as he sized up the gray-eyed, gray-haired youth before him. Feeling a flicker of a threat, he nodded. ”Not bad. It seems the Martial Arts Arena has some depth to it after all. They’ve finally sent up a decent opponent.”

Leng Feng glanced at Jiang Chen, his voice flat. ”Someone sent me to kill you.”

”Kill me?”

Jiang Chen was stunned.

Leng Feng said flatly, ”You don’t know your place. There are people who won’t tolerate you.”

”The people from the Martial Arts Arena?” Jiang Chen’s gaze turned cold.

”Any of the geniuses in the top one hundred of the Spirit List could get a seventy-plus win streak. Those in the top fifty are confident they can hit eighty wins. The top twenty have what it takes to challenge a ninety-win streak, and in the top ten, five are fully confident they could reach one hundred wins. But they don’t do it. Because they know the Martial Arts Arena won’t allow it.”

Leng Feng licked the corner of his mouth and spoke in a slow, deliberate voice, ”As for people like Lan Haichen... every one of them is backed by a powerful force. The Martial Arts Arena can’t touch them. As for me, I’m one of the Arena’s own, so my ninety-win streak was never an issue. But you’re different. You have no powerful backer, you come from some remote place called Yandu City, yet you just had to push for such a high streak. Someone up high can’t tolerate you. Today, I will kill you!”

I will kill you!

Those four simple words revealed an infinite killing intent.

Jiang Chen’s expression darkened. His half-lidded eyes radiated a cold light as he said flatly, ”Kill me to stop my winning streak, and the money I’ve won becomes ownerless, returning to the Martial Arts Arena? A clever plan. It’s just a shame that you alone are not enough to stop me.”

”All geniuses are like this—so confident right before they die. But you won’t be thinking that way for long!”

Leng Feng sneered, a cold smirk on his face. As he spoke, his figure suddenly blurred and vanished from where he stood.

At almost the exact same moment...

A dagger, shimmering with a frigid light, appeared behind Jiang Chen, poised to pierce his heart from the back...