Evan Chu laughed and said, "I hope these three aren’t your Mist Rain Pavilion’s elites—otherwise, if I kill them, your losses will be huge."
These words were extremely grating to Victor Zhang, the Mist Rain Pavilion Master. "Kid, don’t get cocky. You won’t even know how you die in a moment! Daring to spout such shameless nonsense here—aren’t you afraid the wind will break your tongue?"
The three Mist Rain Pavilion disciples were furious. Evan Chu had already killed their senior brother in the last contest, and now he was provoking them again—they wanted nothing more than to kill him on the spot.
The three of them immediately strode to within five meters of Evan and stopped. One of them said, "Kid, today is your death day. I’ll use your head to honor my senior brother’s spirit!"
"Good, good—soon I’ll send all of you to join your senior brother! That kind of pus-filled loser isn’t even worthy of being called a senior brother. What a disgrace." Evan Chu’s words were razor-sharp, and Victor Zhang was itching to rush up and kill him then and there.
"You’re way too arrogant, kid!" One of them couldn’t stand Evan’s taunting and slashed at him with his sword. The blow was powerful, the sword-qi stretching almost two meters as it shot straight toward Evan.
But Evan Chu acted as if he didn’t care about the attack at all. He waited until the sword-qi was right in front of him before reaching out and grabbing the blade. This move shocked everyone.
This was the kind of maneuver you’d only dare to pull off on the edge of life and death. While everyone was still confused, Evan Chu gripped the opponent’s longsword tightly, letting all of the youth’s sword-qi strike his body.
Yet the sword-qi seemed unable to break through his defenses at all—it didn’t leave a single mark on his body. If there was any damage, it was just a few holes in his clothes, which didn’t affect his appearance in the slightest. He still stood there, elegant as ever.
After grabbing the youth’s sword, Evan Chu smiled faintly. In an instant, he unleashed the seventh form of his Demon-Breaking Fist, infused with ice–fire elemental power. The strike was so fast the opponent couldn’t react at all.
After all, with his sword caught, the youth was already shocked and couldn’t guard against Evan’s attack. Evan was now at Eighth-Layer Divine Martial Realm, and his Chaos Dragon Force was terrifyingly strong. Combined with the ice–fire element, his punch sent the youth flying dozens of meters.
A real explosion echoed in the air. The youth’s chest was punched clean through, leaving a bowl-sized bloody hole—he was dead beyond any doubt.
Blood rained down from the sky, and when the body hit the ground, it didn’t move at all. Evan Chu’s thunderous, domineering strike had killed his opponent instantly—no one had expected it.
"Junior! Junior!" The other two stared in disbelief at the now lifeless youth, faces twisted with grief and rage. At that moment, Victor Zhang, the Mist Rain Pavilion Master, rushed over to check—but found the youth had already stopped breathing.
Victor Zhang’s eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Evan Chu. "You’ll pay for what you did today, boy!"
But Evan Chu just looked at him indifferently and said, "If your skills aren’t up to par, you shouldn’t embarrass yourself here. If these two are as pus-filled as the last one, there’s no need to fight—I can kill them with one move. It’s a waste of my time."
Arrogant—unbelievably arrogant! Evan Chu’s words stabbed at everyone like needles, but he had caught a sword-qi attack bare-handed and killed his opponent in one strike. He had the strength to back up his arrogance.
The two glared at Evan Chu and said, "If you’re so tough, try our Mist Rain Pavilion’s signature technique—Mist Rain Drizzle!"
Both of them instantly channeled their Stellar Power and swung their swords. This attack was truly strange—the area seemed to fill with fine rain, and the sword-qi on their blades turned into raindrops, all surging toward Evan Chu.
Evan Chu didn’t take this attack seriously at all. If he wanted to truly establish his prestige, he might as well stand there without moving. Only when the swords were about to reach him did he suddenly teleport away.
At the same time, Evan Chu’s Fire Dragon Sword appeared in his hand. The blazing red blade was wreathed in searing flames. Against opponents like these, Evan didn’t need to use Earthsplitter—the first form, Tyrant Cleave, was more than enough to kill them.
He teleported to a spot directly behind the two. With this spatial movement, he had a massive advantage in dodging. The crowd only saw a blur—Evan vanished from his original spot, his speed so fast no one could react.
It was as if he’d appeared out of thin air behind the two, and right then, the deafening roar of a dragon accompanied his Tyrant Cleave as it struck from behind.
By the time the two realized Evan was no longer in his original spot, he had already disappeared. Just as they were about to turn and counterattack, the sound of space splitting echoed behind them.
The power of Tyrant Cleave was immense, especially with Evan now at Eighth-Layer Divine Martial Realm. The strike ripped space apart, unleashing a violent energy storm, and the Fire Dragon Sword-qi surged straight at the two.
Boom! Boom! Two thunderous impacts struck the pair, instantly shattering their rushed defenses. The sword-qi slammed into them, and what followed was a truly gruesome sight.
Evan Chu’s sword didn’t just kill one—it killed both at once. The two most outstanding Mist Rain Pavilion disciples were sliced clean in half, and the blazing Fire Dragon Sword-qi instantly incinerated their bodies to ash. They followed their senior brother into oblivion.
Victor Zhang, the Mist Rain Pavilion Master, watched as three of his beloved disciples died in an instant. His face turned pig-liver purple with rage. If the Sacred Sword Sect Master and Freewind Palace Lord weren’t present, he would’ve rushed up to settle the score with Evan Chu himself.
Everyone was stunned. This youth’s strength was terrifying—he killed three top experts in an instant, two of whom had made it into the last contest’s top ten. No one here was a match for him; his power was beyond imagination.
The Sacred Sword Sect Master and the other sect leaders stared at Evan Chu in disbelief. This was strength worthy of a Saint Martial Realm expert—but Evan hadn’t even reached that realm yet. It was unbelievable.
Evan Chu spoke up: "I’ve killed three pieces of trash—can I enter the tournament now, or does anyone still have objections? Of course, if Victor Zhang wants revenge for his disciples, he can come at me after the matches. Frostbane Sect is on the rise—we don’t mind wiping out Mist Rain Pavilion!"
"Fine! Remember what you said, kid—once the tournament is over, it’ll be your death day!" Victor Zhang snarled, his voice cold and menacing.
"You really are shameless. After the tournament, my Stellar Power will be almost spent—you want to take advantage of that? If you’ve got any guts, wait until I’ve recovered my power, then we’ll talk." Evan Chu retorted.
"I accept. You’d better not disappoint me!" Victor Zhang bellowed, nearly bursting with rage.
PS: I did my best to get this out—set an alarm to upload it. Sorry about tonight! Thanks for understanding!