As soon as these words were spoken, not only did the administrator of the Bronze Medal Arena change expression, but so did many other Bronze Medal holders nearby.
"Arrogant!"
"Who the hell do you think you are? Looking down on us Bronze Medal holders like that?"
"Aren’t you just a Bronze Medal holder yourself? What’s there to be so cocky about?"
"Damn it, are you fucking asking for death?"
The people of No-Return City were far from virtuous—each one was hot-tempered and brimming with bloodlust.
Naturally inclined toward slaughter, how could they possibly tolerate Chen Chang'an's words?
Yet Chen Chang'an ignored their jeers and simply asked again, "Is this allowed?"
The administrator stared at him in surprise. Was this kid truly capable, or just putting on a show?
"There’s… no precedent for this. But if you insist, you’ll need their consent."
"We don’t force other medal holders to participate in battles."
Hearing this, Chen Chang'an nodded. So, as long as these people agreed, it was fine?
With that thought, he smiled faintly, then leaped onto the arena in a single motion.
Admittedly, the arena was massive—easily accommodating hundreds.
Chen Chang'an swept his gaze across the surrounding Bronze Medal holders and said coolly, "A single finger from me is enough to wipe out every single one of you here."
"Do you believe me?"
Huh?
A single finger?
His words instantly stirred chaos in the Bronze Medal Arena.
Arrogant!
Utterly arrogant!
A mere first-level Transcendent Realm cultivator, daring to act so high and mighty?
Did he think himself invincible?
"Seeking death!"
"Don’t anyone dare steal this from me—his life is mine!"
"Since you’re asking for it, I’ll grant your wish."
"Bastard, I’ll devour you alive!"
In an instant, dozens of people jumped onto the arena, none willing to miss the chance to kill Chen Chang'an.
Glancing around, Chen Chang'an found the numbers insufficient and added, "What about the rest? Scared? Cowardly?"
"Trembling so hard you can’t even move?"
At this provocation, nearly a hundred more surged onto the stage—exceeding his initial count.
"Well, a few extra won’t change the outcome."
Chen Chang'an smiled, then raised a single finger and flicked it casually. A streak of sword energy shot forth.
In the blink of an eye, the once-noisy Bronze Medal Arena fell silent.
The scene on the stage left everyone dumbstruck.
Dead!
All of them—dead!
He really had done it with just one finger?
"I told you—one finger was enough."
With another faint smile, Chen Chang'an flashed to the administrator’s side.
"How do I advance?" he asked.
"Ah? Oh, oh—advancing requires going to the third floor. Here’s your… advancement certificate."
The administrator was still in shock. No-Return City had seen its share of ruthless figures, but someone as brazen as Chen Chang'an was rare.
"Thanks."
Clutching the certificate, Chen Chang'an headed straight to the third floor—the Silver Medal Arena.
"Huh? Wasn’t this kid just in the Bronze Medal Arena? How’d he end up here?"
"Did he get lost? Hahaha!"
"Wait—look at what he’s holding."
"An advancement certificate? No way… he completed a hundred consecutive wins in that short a time?"
"Even if he one-shot every opponent, a hundred people wouldn’t take so little time. Unless…"
"Damn, did he take them all on at once?"
Though stunned, most dismissed it. Bronze Medal holders were weak—many could pull off such a feat.
"Advancing?"
"Fine. I’ll arrange a Silver Medal holder for you. Defeat them, and you’ll advance."
"Good."
Soon, Chen Chang'an faced his opponent—a Silver Medal holder.
The moment the opponent stepped onto the stage, before even speaking, Chen Chang'an struck. Another instant kill.
The speed left many bewildered. Was this kid in some kind of hurry?
"Does this mean I’ve advanced to Silver Medal now?" Chen Chang'an asked the administrator.
"Yes. I’ll replace your medal now."
"No need. Do it all at once later."
Huh?
All at once? What did that mean?
Was this kid… aiming for the Gold Medal?
"A hundred. I need a hundred opponents."
"Do you… dare face me?"
"What… what are you implying?" someone snapped angrily.
"What I mean is, taking you on one by one is tedious, and none of you stand a chance anyway."
"Why not come at me together—maybe then you’ll have a sliver of hope?" Chen Chang'an replied with a faint smile.
"You arrogant prick!"
"What a joke! Who the hell do you think you are, demanding we gang up on you?"
"I’ll show you right now—No-Return City isn’t a place where just anyone can act high and mighty!"
Before the words fully left his mouth, a Silver Medal holder charged onto the stage. But before he could land, Chen Chang'an struck—a single sword beam split him in two, blood splattering across the arena.
"This…"
"He’s really this strong?"
"I refuse to believe he can keep this up. Don’t forget—his cultivation is only at the first level of the Transcendent Realm!"
"Exactly. He’s bluffing—trying to scare us into surrendering without a fight so he can advance effortlessly."
"What a cunning bastard. Fine, if that’s what he wants, let’s all go at him together!"
"Yeah, let’s do it!"
Normally bitter rivals now united in purpose. Chen Chang'an’s arrogance was so infuriating that they set aside past grudges just to eliminate him first.
Watching them flood the stage, Chen Chang'an finally smiled in satisfaction.
"Should’ve done this from the start. Wasted my time."
"Goodbye, gentlemen."
One finger. Same result. Only the venue had changed—from Bronze to Silver.
By the time Chen Chang'an left the Silver Medal Arena, the others inside were still processing what had happened.
"I get it now!"
"He’s aiming for the Violet-Gold Medal!"
"This kid… plans to reach Violet-Gold within a month!"
The Silver Medal Arena’s administrator finally pieced it together. Chen Chang'an’s relentless push for advancement could only mean one thing—the Violet-Gold Medal.
"Violet-Gold? Him?"
"Damn, the Violet-Gold requires facing ten peak Divine Transformation Realm experts simultaneously. There’s no way!"
"Even reaching Platinum Medal is a struggle—getting a hundred consecutive wins there is near impossible."
"Exactly. To challenge for the Violet Gold Medal, a newcomer must participate while still below the Divine Transformation realm. But those veteran Platinum Medal holders—their cultivation won't remain stagnant forever."
"In this City of No Return, many among the Platinum Medal holders have already reached the Divine Transformation realm. With this kid acting so arrogantly, how could they possibly let him off easy?"
"Hmph. Dreaming of advancing to a Violet Gold Medal? More like a fool's delusion."
"But tell me this—if he's heading to the Gold Medal battlefield now, surely even he wouldn't dare act this recklessly there, right?"
"Well... why don't we go see for ourselves?"
"Let's go! A spectacle like this doesn't come around often!"
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grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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