Leon Huang had observed that, within Group Thirty-Seven, the strongest contestant was only at the peak of Qi-Refining eighth layer.
Taking first place in the group wasn’t much of a challenge.
In the blink of an eye, the first round of matches had already gone through nine bouts.
After the ninth bout, the referee drew Leon Huang’s number, and his opponent turned out to be a Qi-Refining eighth-layer disciple.
Out of forty-six contestants, there were four at Qi-Refining eighth layer—Leon considered himself 'lucky' to draw one.
As for that Senior Brother at eighth layer, he also felt fortunate—defeating a sixth-layer should be easy.
"Junior Brother, you’d better concede." The Senior Brother said arrogantly.
"Senior Brother, why don’t you concede instead?" Leon Huang replied with a smile.
"Hmph!" The other’s expression darkened. "You don’t know your place. Do you really think you have any hope of beating me?"
"You never know until you try," Leon replied earnestly.
"Fine, since you’re still clinging to your fantasies, I’ll wake you up!" As soon as he finished speaking, the Senior Brother stepped forward and swung his palm at Leon.
Three-Star Martial Art: Overwhelming Mountain-Sea Palm!
Boom! Boom!
True qi erupted, surging like ocean waves, each crest higher than the last, sweeping toward Leon Huang.
Nine Mystic Flame Forms!!
Leon called out lightly, advancing instead of retreating. His fists thundered out, crimson flame bursting forth like two roaring fire dragons.
The two fire dragons were unstoppable—within a heartbeat, they tore through the opponent’s palm force and lunged straight for his chest.
Seeing his attack broken so easily, the Senior Brother was shocked. But when he saw the two fire dragons charging at him, his face changed drastically and he retreated in haste...
He could feel the explosive power contained within those two fire dragons.
As he retreated, he struck out repeatedly with slicing palm-force, hoping to disperse the two fire dragons.