Between North and South America, there once existed a small country, perpetually mired in chaos, where criminal acts ran rampant, earning it the moniker of a paradise for wrongdoers.
Later, this nation perished.
Its destruction was not wrought by human warfare, but by extraterrestrial enemies.
Finally, a new master arrived in this land.
Dawson.
The third global combat force.
After Jiang’s death, he remained second only to Zhuge Lingjun, the sect leader of Dragon Country’s Dragon Gate, and the master of the Underworld Hall, consistently holding third place on the Five-Star Wargod list.
Back then, Dawson, single-handedly, eliminated the extraterrestrial enemies and then remained in this country, occupying its most central city.
Today, that city has no police, no laws, and no martial arts institutions. It doesn't even need to adhere to the rules of the Wargod Hall, but it must obey one decree.
“My rules are the rules of this city!”
This was the decree set by the third global combat force.
From that day on, the city was known as the City of Sin, and countless lawbreakers, ordinary people, and martial artists flocked there.
Because Dawson’s combat strength was overwhelmingly powerful, and the city was one of the landing points for the extraterrestrial enemies, all nations and major forces globally, including the Wargod Hall, tacitly accepted the existence of the City of Sin and Dawson’s rules.
Even after the divine war, when the extraterrestrial enemies ceased their incursions, the City of Sin persisted to this day, and no one dared to challenge Dawson’s decree!
On the outskirts of the City of Sin, an ancient castle built by a lake served as Dawson’s residence.
Within the ancient castle, besides Dawson, there were only ordinary people like cooks, gardeners, and cleaners.
Of course, these ordinary people had all committed crimes in various places before coming to the City of Sin.
Each of them took pride in becoming Dawson’s servant!
Apart from ordinary people, martial artists rarely appeared in the castle on normal days. The most frequent visitor was a young man named Gade.
He was Dawson’s personal disciple!
On this particular day, Gade arrived at the ancient castle once more and met his teacher, Dawson, in a secret chamber within the castle.
“Teacher.”
Upon entering the secret chamber, Gade immediately paid his respects to Dawson.
Dawson sat cross-legged on the ground, his entire body emanating red true qi, which radiated terrifying heat, making the room feel like a furnace.
However, Gade felt no discomfort.
This was because, like his teacher Dawson, he possessed a flame talent and ability.
This was also the most significant reason why he was able to become Dawson’s disciple!
“Good, you have cultivated to the tenth stage of One-Star Wargod.”
Dawson opened his eyes and nodded with satisfaction.
“It’s all thanks to your meticulous cultivation, teacher.”
Gade was filled with gratitude.
To cultivate Gade, Dawson not only invested vast amounts of cultivation resources but also personally imparted his knowledge, taking a full thirty years to help Gade achieve his current accomplishments.
“The gene drugs developed by analyzing the genes of extraterrestrial enemies are truly miraculous. In those days, even Zhuge Lingjun, and later Jiang Zhan, did not become One-Star Wargods before the age of thirty, let alone cultivate to the tenth stage!”
Dawson couldn't help but exclaim, then asked, “By the way, what brings you to see me today?”
“Teacher, I wish to participate in the Global Martial Arts Tournament.” Gade stated the purpose of his visit.
“You wish to challenge Jiang’s son?” Dawson’s heart stirred, immediately guessing something.
“Yes, teacher. Some say he is unrivaled among the younger generation, and I wish to verify it.” Gade nodded.
“Very well, I will take you.”
After a moment of thought, Dawson agreed to Gade’s request.
The extraterrestrial enemies had not appeared for a full twelve years, and his personal disciple had cultivated to the tenth stage of One-Star Wargod. It was time to take him out and show him to his old friends.
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The mysterious headquarters of the Underworld Hall.
Shen Zui sat cross-legged in a secret chamber, meditating and cultivating. Footsteps sounded from outside the door.
“Knock… knock…”
Then, a knocking sound followed, and a man’s voice said, “Lord Shen Zui, I’d like to have a word with you.”
“Come in.”
Shen Zui opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping towards the entrance of the secret chamber.
Immediately, the door opened, and a young man clad in a black robe entered the secret chamber.
Like Shen Zui, the youth had yellow skin and black hair, but his pupils were white, which was exceptionally eerie.
“Qitian, do you need something from me?”
Shen Zui looked at the youth and spoke first.
“Lord Shen Zui, I heard that you are also going to participate in the Global Martial Arts Tournament?”
The youth named Qitian, without paying homage to Shen Zui, asked directly.
Although Shen Zui held a prominent position in the Underworld Hall and was highly valued by its master, his own status was, in a sense, even more distinguished than Shen Zui’s!
He was the Holy Son of the Underworld Hall, and one of the two successors meticulously trained by the master of the Underworld Hall!
“You are going too?” Shen Zui was slightly taken aback.
The Underworld Hall had strict rules, and in the past few years, apart from him, few members had been allowed to leave. However, Qitian had just used the word “too.”
“Yes, my master wants me to accompany you to the Global Martial Arts Tournament to win the championship in the genius category and obtain that set of spiritual domain cultivation techniques.”
Qitian nodded, first responding to Shen Zui, then sneered, “I heard that Dragon Country is being led by Qi Wufu. I wonder if that’s true. If it is, it would be an opportunity to witness the demeanor of my great uncle!”
Shen Zui remained silent.
Like Qi Wufu, Qitian hailed from the Qi family, a prominent martial arts family in Dragon Country.
The Qi family had not been well-known in Dragon Country’s martial arts history until the generation of Qi Wufu.
Among that generation of the Qi family, besides Qi Wufu, Qitian’s grandfather was also an exceptionally rare martial arts prodigy.
Perhaps due to the competition for the head of the Qi family, or perhaps the tragedy of “if two are born, why must one surpass the other,” the brothers fell out. Qitian’s grandfather left Dragon Country, settled overseas, and somehow pledged allegiance to the Underworld Hall.
“Lord Shen Zui, I heard that Jiang Wuming is your junior disciple. My master asked you to bring him back to Dragon Country last time, but he refused, is that correct?”
Seeing Shen Zui’s silence, Qitian spoke again.
“Why are you asking about this matter?” Shen Zui frowned slightly.
“I’m just a little curious why your junior disciple refused to join the Underworld Hall. Doesn’t he know how important spiritual power cultivation techniques and even mental attack secret arts are to those with mental power talent?” Qitian said.
“Everyone has different choices and different paths,” Shen Zui replied.
“A very profound statement. It’s like our Underworld Hall and the Wargod Hall; we choose to defect to extraterrestrial powerhouses in the future, while those self-righteous fools in the Wargod Hall court death by resisting!”
Qitian smiled, then seeing Shen Zui’s impatience, he stopped beating around the bush and stated the purpose of his visit:
“Lord Shen Zui, I came to ask you, will your junior disciple participate in the martial arts practical combat segment of the Global Martial Arts Tournament?”
“I don’t know,” Shen Zui shook his head.
“I hope I can meet him in the martial arts practical combat segment of the genius category at the Global Martial Arts Tournament.”
Seeing this, Qitian’s smile grew colder, and a murderous glint flashed in his eyes. “It is a great honor for my master to fancy him, yet he is ungrateful and truly deserves to die!”
“Are you saying these words in front of me because you don’t intend to live?”
Shen Zui raised an eyebrow and suddenly unleashed a terrifying aura.
“You…”
Qitian’s expression changed, a mix of shock and anger, yet he dared not utter another word.
This was because his rationality told him that if he dared to utter another syllable, Shen Zui, who was known as the most peculiar among the Underworld Hall members, would surely send him to discuss life with the King of Hell!
“Although I dislike your words, I don’t mind you going to find my junior disciple to die.”
Shen Zui retracted his aura and sneered repeatedly.
Although he knew that Qitian, like Jiang Wuming, was a mental power talent user, and his martial arts cultivation was at the tenth stage of One-Star Wargod, possessing many powerful martial skills, including mental power attack secret arts, he believed that if Qitian were to fight Jiang Wuming to the death, it would be Qitian who died.
A caged tiger is not as formidable as a wild wolf!
Especially not a dragon?!
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