357: One sword, kill in seconds?

Chen Beixuan?

He Yongping and the others were stunned.

This name was too unfamiliar.

They racked their brains but couldn't recall anyone by this name on the list of Dragon Country's top Geniuses.

At the same time.

In the Dragon Country team's resting area, a somewhat taciturn young man, dressed in a white robe, slowly stood up.

He appeared to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a delicate face and a restrained Aura.

If it weren't for this occasion, he would definitely not attract anyone's attention if he were thrown into a crowd.

The light screen also displayed his information at the appropriate time.

Name: Chen Beixuan

Rank: Lv7

Talent: ???

A series of question marks made everyone gasp in astonishment again.

"Lv7? I didn't see wrong, did I?"

"His talent is still unknown? What the hell is going on?"

"Is Dragon Country out of people? Sending a Rank seven kid to his death?"

"Hahahaha, I thought Dragon Country had some secret weapon, turns out it's a joke!"

After a brief silence, an undisguised burst of laughter erupted from the foreign Lord audience.

Especially the Eagle Country delegation, who were laughing so hard they were doubled over.

"This is the Holy Land's trump card? A wet-behind-the-ears kid? This is hilarious!"

"It seems we overestimated them; Dragon Country people just love to be mysterious!"

Amidst the world's doubts and ridicule.

Chen Beixuan, expressionless, walked into the vast Sumeru Battlefield.

He stood opposite Ivan, the huge size difference between them forming a striking and comical picture.

Ivan looked down at the young man who didn't even reach his chest.

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and mocked in broken Dragon Country language:

"Dragon Country brat, didn't your mommy tell you this isn't where you should be?"

"Go back and drink your milk! Otherwise, my axe doesn't have eyes!"

The giant axe he carried on his shoulder was taller than Chen Beixuan himself.

The dark red bloodstains on it emitted a nauseating stench.

Facing such humiliation, Chen Beixuan's eyes showed no fluctuation.

He just looked at the opponent calmly, as if looking at a dead object.

In the VIP seats, He Yongping nervously looked at Mo Yan.

He wanted to say something but didn't dare to speak.

Sending a Rank seven newcomer to fight an established A-Rank Berserker?

This... isn't this absurd?

If they lost, it would be the entire Dragon Country's face that was lost!

Mo Yan, however, seemed not to notice the anxiety on his face; instead, he said to Gun Gun beside him:

"Gun Gun, look, doesn't that big guy resemble the bear you sat on and killed in the Lord World?"

"Gulu?"

Gun Gun tilted its head, carefully looked at Ivan.

Then looked at the ore in its hand, pondering which one tasted better.

Seeing Mo Yan's leisurely appearance, He Yongping had even less temper.

He could only pray that this mysterious Holy Master truly had some profound meaning that he couldn't comprehend.

Amidst the laughter of the entire venue, the cold voice of the host, Chen Mingwei, sounded again.

"Individual Challenge Match, first round, Chen Beixuan, versus Ivan!"

"Match, begin!"

The moment her voice fell, the ground beneath Ivan's feet suddenly burst apart!

He let out an earth-shattering roar, and the totem tattoos on his body seemed to come alive, emitting a bloody glow.

His body swelled, and his skin turned grayish-brown.

He transformed into a human tank and charged fiercely towards Chen Beixuan!

"Die, brat!"

"Roar!"

The roar of the Berserk Bear Ivan echoed throughout the Sumeru Battlefield.

He transformed into an unstoppable afterimage, the giant axe in his hand cut through the air, bringing with it a sharp whistle, and fiercely chopped down towards Chen Beixuan's head!

The power of this axe strike was enough to split mountains and shatter rocks!

In the audience, countless people subconsciously held their breath.

As if they had already seen the bloody scene of the skinny Dragon Country young man being split in half.

The members of the Eagle Country delegation, in particular, showed schadenfreude smiles on their faces.

However, facing this thunderous blow, Chen Beixuan still stood still, unmoving.

As if what was before him was not a furious A-Rank powerhouse, but a falling leaf.

"Is he scared stiff?"

"Why isn't he dodging?"

"It's over!"

Just as everyone thought the outcome was decided.

Chen Beixuan, under the gaze of countless eyes, raised his right hand and grasped the Sword hilt.

Drew his Sword.

"Zheng—"

A clear Sword cry entered everyone's ears.

That sound instantly overwhelmed Ivan's roar and the clamor of the entire venue.

A silver line, fast to the extreme, flashed across the air.

Time, at this moment, seemed to be pressed into slow motion.

Everyone could clearly see.

The massive body of the Berserk Bear Ivan still maintained the posture of charging and chopping, and the expression on his face was still that ferocious look.

The giant axe in his hand was less than half a meter away from Chen Beixuan's head.

But he could no longer advance an inch.

One second.

Two seconds.

The ferocity on Ivan's face turned into bewilderment, then horror.

He lowered his head and looked at his chest.

There was no wound there.

However, a mysterious power had already pierced through his heart, crushing all his vitality.

He felt his life rapidly draining away.

"Uh..."

The next second, a soft white light enveloped him.

"Judgment: Contestant Ivan received a fatal attack, teleporting off the field."

"Winner of this match: Dragon Country - Cangming City, Chen Beixuan, individual points +1!"

The cold System notification sounded.

The massive body of the Berserk Bear Ivan transformed into specks of light in the white glow and disappeared from the spot.

And Chen Beixuan had already sheathed his Sword, as if he had done nothing, and walked towards the resting area.

From drawing his Sword to sheathing it, the entire process did not exceed five seconds.

Hundreds of thousands of live spectators, and billions of people worldwide watching the live broadcast through the light screen, were all stunned.

What happened?

It's over?

It's just over?

That imposing Berserker Ivan, just like that... gone?

Everyone's eyes widened, their faces filled with bewilderment and disbelief.

Until the light screen above the arena replayed that scene in super slow motion.

In the footage, facing Ivan's full-power strike, Chen Beixuan simply drew his Sword and thrust forward.

It was an unpretentious direct thrust.

Not even a ripple of energy could be felt.

But his Sword was so fast that it surpassed everyone's visual limits.

Before the giant axe fell, the tip of the Sword had already pierced Ivan's heart.

A touch and then retracted.

"Hiss—"

After seeing the replay, a collective gasp of cold air echoed throughout the venue.

"That... what kind of power is that? It's not Battle Qi, nor is it magic!"

"Sword Intent, it's the legendary Sword Intent, controlling the Sword with intent, killing invisibly!"

A knowledgeable old Dragon Country Lord stood up excitedly, trembling all over.

"My God, a Rank seven kid actually comprehended Sword Intent? How is this possible!"

"Monster, he's a monster!"

The Eagle Country delegation, who had been laughing wildly earlier.

Now each of them looked like ducks whose necks had been squeezed, their faces extremely ugly.

They looked at the figure walking back to the resting area, their eyes filled with horror.