What's the reason that makes you think Xu Mu is not strong

Xu Mu looked at the arena with surprise, not expecting Wu Tian to appear so early.

Wu Tian still wore that devilish smile, arms crossed, his expression calm as he observed his opponent.

"That's Zheng Sha from the Weapon Sect, incredibly strong. He's the fourth senior brother of the sect. According to my grandfather, his strength has already reached the peak of the mid-Grandmaster level."

Jiang Huihui said, glancing at the man in black in the distance.

Not only Jiang Huihui, but because Xu Mu's perception was constantly active, the discussions of the people around him all reached his ears.

Without exception, everyone talking about the fight was unanimously favoring Zheng Sha.

If circumstances allowed, Xu Mu would have set up a betting pool.

He would definitely bet on Wu Tian to win.

Above the clouds.

The experts sat there, sipping tea and smiling as they watched the scene below.

"I didn't expect Zheng Sha to be the first to take the stage, a bit of a modest beginning to draw out something greater,"

Dong Chengdao said with a faint smile.

"Sect Leader Dong, no need to downplay things. Everyone knows Zheng Sha's strength,"

Jiang Sheng said, picking up the teacup beside him.

"Exactly. I recall that at the last Martial Arts Tournament, he even fought above his level and defeated an expert from the Shennong Ding Sect,"

Jiang Zhenqi added.

"Haha, that was just luck,"

Dong Chengdao laughed delightedly. Zheng Sha was indeed a key figure they were nurturing in the Weapon Sect.

This time, he was fully capable of competing for a top ten spot.

On the arena.

Zheng Sha raised his hand lightly, and a long saber appeared in his grasp.

He looked calmly at Wu Tian. "If you can't hold your own, surrender early. The techniques of the Weapon Sect are mostly lethal. Otherwise, even the elders nearby won't be able to save you."

Hearing this, Wu Tian grinned, then extended a finger and beckoned him.

Seeing this, Zheng Sha's eyes gradually turned fierce.

Gripping his saber with one hand, he lunged at Wu Tian.

When he was about five meters away, he stamped his foot on the ground.

Saber light flashed.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Countless sword auras turned into a tangible storm, surging toward Wu Tian in dense waves.

The scene was breathtaking, drawing gasps from the crowd outside.

"As expected of Zheng Sha from the Weapon Sect, so domineering!"

"Right, I feel like his abilities are enough to contend for a top ten spot."

...

As the crowd buzzed with comments, something entirely unexpected happened on the field.

Wu Tian's figure had somehow appeared behind Zheng Sha.

The next moment, Zheng Sha's body shook violently, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose.

He collapsed uncontrollably to the ground, motionless.

Silence!

Whether it was the top experts above the clouds or the onlookers around the arena, everyone was stunned.

Many were rubbing their eyes, thinking they had seen wrong.

The fourth disciple of the younger generation of the Weapon Sect, a mid-Grandmaster at its peak, had been effortlessly taken down in seconds.

"Impossible!"

Dong Chengdao shot to his feet, staring at Wu Tian below.

"Sect Leader Dong, the qi that Wu Tian released just now did not exceed the Grandmaster level. It wasn't even at a perfect stage,"

Jiang Zhenqi said beside him.

"Correct, the technique he used was likely a martial art, though I've never seen it before. But its grade must be extremely high—perhaps even a legendary Heaven-grade technique,"

Pan Chengong added, also fixated on Wu Tian below.

Hearing this, Dong Chengdao slowly sat back down in his chair. "A Heaven-grade technique... This Martial Arts Tournament is not going to be simple."

Xu Mu looked at the names of the victors appearing on the stage without any surprise on his face.

No other main characters had appeared in the battles so far.

This likely meant that this Martial Debate Tournament was a dungeon specifically prepared for Wu Tian.

In the end, he would either take the championship or place in the top three, then obtain a treasure from one of the three ruins offered.

What Xu Mu needed to do was try his best to stop him from entering the top three, thereby eliminating him.

However, Xu Mu wasn’t sure whether he would even encounter Wu Tian, and even if he did, Wu Tian could still exercise his right to refuse.

The competition continued.

A new name appeared on the elevated board.

Zhang Yong and Ning Mei.

At the sight of this name, the audience outside let out another round of gasps.

Who among the crowd didn’t know Ning Mei’s reputation?

She was the daughter of the Power System Sect’s leader and a top-tier figure among the younger generation.

“I refuse!”

Zhang Yong stood up and declared in a loud voice.

Hearing this, Ning Mei, who had been about to step onto the stage, sat back down.

This was the optimal use of the right to refuse. Earlier, whether among the Qi practitioners or the Divine Ability users, very few had used the refusal option.

There was no need—even if they made it to the second round, they had no chance of reaching the finals in later matches.

It was better to showcase themselves rather than risk serious injury.

But the situation was different for those at the Grandmaster level. With a bit of luck, they could still coast through to the finals and claim the rewards.

Then, Zhang Yong’s name remained on the board, and a new opponent was randomly selected for him.

The name “Li Yize” appeared behind Zhang Yong’s.

Zhang Yong looked at it and nodded to himself—this person was at the same cultivation level as him, so it was worth a fight.

After that, the battles continued.

A few more rounds passed, and the name Meng Wanyue appeared on the board.

When the audience outside saw another woman in a silver mask stepping onto the stage, they all became intrigued.

So far, the Righteous Evil Sect had maintained an undefeated record.

Whether in the battle against the Power System Sect offstage or Xu Ningbing’s two victories onstage, they had all won.

Countless eyes were fixed on Meng Wanyue.

Meng Wanyue’s opponent was not from the five major sects but from the Primordial Beginning Hall.

His cultivation level was the same as hers—early Grandmaster stage.

Xu Mu rested his chin in his hand and watched calmly. Based on the opponent’s Fate level, this was going to be a one-shot victory.

Sure enough, without even using any martial techniques, Meng Wanyue merely relied on the basic assassination skills she had once honed as a killer, and with a single strike, she plunged her short sword into her opponent’s back.

Everyone was utterly stunned by the sight.

Above the white clouds.

The five sect leaders were all pondering whether they could poach this woman.

In their eyes, anyone could be swayed if the price was right.

The Divine Cauldron Sect, for instance, specialized in poaching talent.

They possessed a vast number of powerful elixirs, many of which were essential for cultivation practice.

Quite a few of their experts had been lured away from the other four major sects.

Then came a few more fights, during which half of the participants chose to refuse.

Suddenly, two names appeared on the board.

Xu Mu versus Huang Dazhuang.

Seeing this, Xu Ningbing patted Xu Mu on the shoulder and said, “Little Mu, go for it!”

“Xu Mu, I think you should refuse. Huang Dazhuang from the Power System Sect is definitely no pushover. You only beat him last time because he didn’t fight back and only released his Qi to the Dark Force stage,” someone advised.

Jiang Huihui said with some concern, "You made him lose face this time. He'll definitely go all out."

"You're underestimating him."

Tong Guoguo took a bite of her apple. "What makes you think Xu Mu isn't good at fighting?"

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