Those called Hidden Dragons all possess formidable martial power and unfathomable potential. As Hidden Dragons in the depths, one day they will soar nine thousand miles through the sky, their names resounding throughout the Martial Arts World.
The Twelve Hidden Dragons all wield extraordinary martial power!
Even now, their names echo far and wide!
Anyone who follows the Peerless Prodigy Battle in Sinovera knows the names of the Twelve Hidden Dragons—the pre-seeded candidates for the Peerless Prodigy seats. Their fame has reached the point where no one remains unaware.
Ethan Chen of Red Lake Mist Sect is ranked fourth.
“Andrew Han?”
“Even if you are a Peerless Martial General, capable of stalling a Sect-class Demon by sheer luck, before a true Martial Lord, you must bow your head in defeat. You’re not worth mentioning.” Ethan Chen, clad in pure white combat garments, strode away from the sect gate, each step shaking the mountain path like an earthquake.
Inside and outside the mountain gate, countless disciples watched with envy and admiration.
Someone’s eyes flashed with brilliance: “I really want to witness firsthand just how grand and awe-inspiring the Peerless Prodigy Battle will be.”
“Stop dreaming. We’re destined to be mere spectators. That’s a gathering of all the top talents in Sinovera—only the true prodigies can decide who becomes a Peerless Prodigy.” Someone shook their head, sighing with resignation.
In truth, everyone wants to take part in the Peerless Prodigy Battle.
After all, who doesn’t want to see the vast world for themselves? Who doesn’t want to achieve greatness? Yet sadly, even to merely spectate at this dazzling grand event, one must meet the entry qualifications—
the Peak Martial Artist Realm.
For small sects and independent martial practitioners, only those at the Peak Martial Artist Realm can register. As for the major sects, only Martial General Realm disciples are allowed to compete.
A hush fell over the crowd.
Ethan Chen adjusted his pure white combat attire, glanced back at his own sect, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, then left without hesitation, leaving only his departing silhouette.
“Peerless Andrew Han?”
“No matter how strong you are, you’re still just a Martial General. To me, you’re nothing but a stepping stone—not worth my respect, and certainly not my concern.”
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Imperial Capital, Empire Academy.