Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 977 - The Loser Dies

“Everyone!” The person’s voice boomed across the coliseum like thunder.

“I am Lei Yan from the Sun Moon Divine Sect. Seeing so many heroes gathered in the Holy Spirit Ancient Nation’s coliseum, I also wish to liven things up for everyone. So, I would like to invite an expert from the True Martial Academy to compare notes. What do you think?” Lei Yan said loudly.

The arena erupted instantly. A tidal wave of voices swept through, drowning out all other sounds.

The nine overlord class forces on the Tianwu Continent were the holy lands of martial arts. Countless dreamed of joining them, and all those who succeeded were one in ten thousand genius characters.

The Holy Spirit Ancient Nation boasted a legacy of ten thousand years. However, compared to these forces, it was like a firefly before the moon. Witnessing a clash of such elite disciples in its coliseum was unheard of.

Yet, Lei Yan had openly invited the True Martial Academy to battle. Naturally, it made the people incredibly excited.

Chen Fan and the others raised their eyebrows. Chilling lights shot out from their eyes.

Lei Yan had issued his challenge publicly—forcing their hand.

If they refused to fight, they’d become a laughingstock, branded as cowards before the Sun Moon Divine Sect’s provocation.

“Brat, I’ve seen how sharp your tongue is—impressive. But let’s see if your strength matches your words.” Lei Yan turned his head and looked at Chen Fan.

He wanted to challenge Chen Fan.

They had similar cultivation, with both in the fifth-level Manifestation realm. As a genius disciple of the Sun Moon Divine Sect, he cultivated their lightning arts that had unparalleled attacking power. He was confident that he had a ninety percent chance of winning against Chen Fan.

As for the others, Yan Weiyi was also in the fifth-level Manifestation realm, but his killing intent was overwhelming. He was not someone to be trifled with, and Lei Yan also wasn’t entirely confident against him.

Aside from the others from the academy, their cultivation either far exceeded his or was inferior.

Given Chen Fan’s repeated provocations, Lei Yan couldn’t let this slide. He had to make an example of him—this first battle would be a resounding slap to the True Martial Academy.

A glint of amusement flashed in Zhu Yue and the others’ eyes. Lei Yan had actually chosen to challenge Chen Fan.

Zhu Yue stepped forward, brimming with confidence. “Hoho, Junior Brother, there’s no need to use a butcher’s knife to slaughter chicken. I can handle small fry like this.”

As people from the Peerless Peak, they were all geniuses among geniuses, capable of challenging stronger opponents.

He might only be in the third-level Manifestation realm, but he didn’t feel overly pressured standing before a fifth-level expert like Lei Yan.

“Hmph, you’re merely at the third level, but you really know how to talk big. I won’t bully the weak—wouldn’t want you crying about fairness after losing. Brat, didn’t you have a sharp tongue earlier? What now? Scared? Hoho, that ‘undisputed king of twisting words’ title suits you pretty well,” Lei Yan taunted.

Seeing Lei Yan underestimating him, Zhu Yue immediately grew enraged. He was about to erupt when Chen Fan stopped him and said, “Senior Brother, since he wants to challenge me, I’ll just grant his wish.”

Chen Fan raised his head and looked at Lei Yan, smiled contemptuously, and said, “The loser dies, how about it?”

As soon as those words came out, many people immediately sucked in a breath of cold air.

How brazen. Lei Yan provoked him, and he replied with the simplest, most chilling words.

His sheer audacity left the crowd in awe, though whether he had the strength to back it up remained unknown.

Lei Yan’s heart also trembled momentarily because of Chen Fan’s words. Staring into his eyes, he saw more than arrogance—there was unshakable confidence as if Chen Fan would truly take his life if he dared to agree.

“You’re trying to scare me?” Lei Yan’s voice deepened.

“Scare you? Are you qualified? Yes or no?”

Boom!

Lightning surged through the air as Lei Yan stepped forward, hovering above the hundred-victory battle platform. He pointed at Chen Fan and said, “No relying on divine weapons, and the loser dies.”

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He wasn’t about to let Chen Fan rely on some powerful treasure to steal victory. Without divine weapons, Lei Yan was certain—Chen Fan had no chance.

“If you really have the guts to face me in battle, come out,” Lei Yan said fiercely, carrying an insufferably arrogant might. A lightning dragon revolved above him, spewing berserk lightning. It was extremely terrifying.

“I won’t need any divine weapons to kill you. You think too highly of yourself.” Chen Fan laughed lightly, his lips curving in mockery. With a single step, he crossed onto the battle platform.

The coliseum erupted—the tension reaching a fever pitch.

The disciples of two overlord class forces were about to engage in a life-and-death battle. How could they not look forward to it?

They were disciples of overlord class forces. Even its most ordinary disciples were one in ten thousand geniuses—the most outstanding people among those in the same cultivation level.

“Hmph, this brat is too arrogant and abominable.”

“That’s right. Who does he think he is?”

“Hoho, keep calm. We’ll see this brat tremble in Lei Yan’s hands very soon. At that time, he will understand how stupid it is to provoke and insult our Sun Moon Divine Sect.”

The Sun Moon Divine Sect members murmured among themselves, and their eyes flashed with a cold glint.