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nTranslator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

nThe two on the arena were engaged in a fierce fight.

nThose who could come here were all talented people and had rich battle experience.

nWhile the two were fighting, Andrew suddenly landed in the arena.

nHe grabbed one with one hand each and threw both of them out.

nAndrew raised his head to look at the tall building next to him.

n“You descendants of the Holy Lands actually ganged up to bully me. Now I’m waiting in the arena. Whoever wants to challenge me, just step out!”

nAndrew shouted these words in front of everyone.

nIn his opinion, this opportunity was too good.

nHe could beat all the descendants of the Holy Lands to the ground in advance.

nIn the lounge just now, the strongest descendant of the Holy Lands was the man with a long saber on his back.

nHe looked at Owen.

n“Just now, you exchanged blows with him. What level do you think his strength is?”

nOwen was dumbfounded.

nThe blood at the corner of his mouth hadn’t even been wiped clean yet.

nJust now, that was called exchanging blows?

nHe did indeed make a move, but Andrew just let out a breath and sent him flying.

nThis was called exchanging blows?

nWasn’t this a one-sided beating?

n“Something’s wrong,” a disciple of the Holy Lands muttered.

n“I heard that this guy only became a seventh stage martial artist a dozen days ago. How did his strength suddenly reach this level? Could it be that there’s something wrong with our information?”

nBut at this moment, Andrew was currently cursing loudly on the stage.

nHe was madly belittling the disciples of the Holy Lands.

nThere were many reporters in the surroundings taking pictures. They couldn’t just leave Andrew alone.

n“It’s my fault. I’ll go first!” Owen growled.

nHe jumped out and landed on the stage.

nBehind him, more than fifty disciples of the Holy Lands also jumped out and landed on the side of the stage.

nAt this time, all of them released their auras together.

nThe weakest among them was a seventh stage martial artist, and they were invincible among seventh stage martial artists of the same level.

nThey released their aurae at the same time, and a terrifying pressure rose up into the sky.

nA huge shockwave faintly appeared in the sky, suppressing the surrounding weaker spectators, making it difficult for them to breathe.

n“Where did so many experts come from?”

nMany of the spectators asked in fear.

nAfter all, they didn’t know anything about the six great Holy Lands.

nSoon, some people began to explain.

nWhen everyone knew what the six great Holy Lands were, the audience was furious.

nJust now, Andrew jumped out and said that the descendants of the six great Holy Lands were working together to bully him.

nMoreover, even if Andrew didn’t say it, they still had eyes. They saw with their own eyes that sixty strong people were releasing pressure on one Grandmaster Thunderblade.

n“Too Shameless! Grandmaster Thunderblade is our youngest grandmaster. They can’t bully others just because they are young!”

n“Grandmaster Thunderblade has killed so many demonic beasts and defended humans! How can he be treated like this?”

nAndrew fell silent.

nHe couldn’t figure out why these audience members were speaking for him like this.

nCould it be because he was weaker?

nWith so many martial artists bullying him together, did everyone have sympathy?

nOwen stepped forward and released his terrifying power.

nA wave of energy surged from his body and shot into the sky.

nThe surrounding audience was stunned.

n“A ninth-rank martial artist? He’s actually such a young ninth-rank martial artist!”

n“You’ve repeatedly insulted the name of our Holy Lands. I will definitely not let you off easily.”

nOwen seemed to want to say something else.

nBut Andrew had already made his move.

nThe Kunwu Blade in his hand slashed forward.

nA 100-meter-long thunderbolt sword light descended from the sky and stuck close to Owen’s body, cutting the entire arena into two halves.

n“All of you descendants of the Holy Lands, attack together. I’m in a hurry.”

nAndrew said calmly.

n..

nAt this moment, in a hotel not far from New York University.

nThe top fighters were eating here.

nThey had hired the best Michelin Chefs, and they came from all over the United States. They ensured that the dishes here were diverse, and all of them were extremely delicious.

nAny strong person could eat the food they liked here.

nThe dinner had just begun when Clayton’s cell phone suddenly rang.

nJust as he picked up the phone, Chris’s anxious voice came from the other end.

n“Director, come quickly. Something bad has happened!”

n“What’s wrong?” Clayton frowned, having an ominous feeling in his heart.

n..

nAt this moment, in the stadium where the National Martial Arts Conference was held.

nThe arena was gone.

nAfter Andrew struck out with his blade just now, the whole stage shattered.

nThe 60 disciples from the Holy Lands were all lying on the ground.

nNone of them died, but they couldn’t get up either.

nAndrew sighed. “I thought that you people from the Holy Lands would have some good strength.

n“But this is too disappointing.”

nAndrew clapped his hands and sighed.

nIt took less than a minute to defeat these people in front of him.

nAt this time, these descendants of the Holy Lands were lying on the ground, their bodies aching.

nThe most important thing was that their state of mind had collapsed.

nIt was too easy for Andrew to beat them up. Basically, it was just a slap, and they all flipped over.

nEven the strongest among them, the man with the long blade, was also sent flying with a slap. There was no accident.

nThese proud descendants of the Holy Lands had never thought that they would lose to a seventh-grade martial artist that they looked down on.

nOh, right, it wasn’t that they couldn’t win, but they were completely crushed.

nThe most miserable one was Owen, who took a blow from Andrew the moment he got up.

nEven though he wasn’t directly struck by lightning, he was still affected by it. At this moment, he was lying on the ground without consciousness. His entire body was charred black, and he was even emitting the aroma of roasted meat.

nThese descendants of the Holy Lands simply could not believe it.

nTheir division of strength was based on the rules of the Divine Realm.

nAbove the ninth grade, it was not called the Ultimate realm.

nIt was called the True God realm!

nThey were sure that Andrew’s strength had reached the True God realm.

nWhat kind of concept was this?

nAn eighteen-year-old True God realm martial artist?

nHad anyone heard of it?

nIn any case, they had never heard of it.

nThe six great Holy Lands had been passed down for so many years, and they already had a complete set of cultivation guidelines on how to cultivate martial arts.

nIn addition, the places where the six great Holy Lands were located were not simple. The density of spiritual Qi was several times that of the outside world.

nThe speed of cultivation in the Holy Lands was also several times that of the outside world.

nMoreover, they also had many special techniques that could temper the body or improve spiritual power.

nBut even so, there were not many people who had become True Gods before the age of thirty.

nNot to mention people like Andrew, who had become True Gods at the age of eighteen.

nIt was simply unbelievable.

nAndrew was about to call it a day when he suddenly raised his head and saw Carl standing in the distance.

nIt wouldn’t be perfect if he didn’t knock Carl over.

nCarl noticed his gaze and said awkwardly,

n“This matter has nothing to do with me. I don’t have a good relationship with them either. I wanted to fight with them just now.”

nAndrew thought for a moment. It seemed to be the case, so he let it go.

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