My Core is the Boss

Chapter 309.2: Blood Compass

Qi Yuan texted keywords such as Blood Compass, Bloodluo Island, death energy, and Mad Dragon Martial God to Zero-One, asking it to investigate.

Han Xianyun lowered his voice. "A while ago, something big happened in Wugui. A military camp was wiped out. I saw a video showing a massive blood-red longsword appear in the sky, then every soldier died. There are rumors that the Immortal Dao has revived and that person was an immortal cultivator!"

The rooster-comb-haired man grew emotional, with a hint of frustration in his eyes. "If the Immortal Dao really exists, then what have all our years of effort been for?"

He was genuinely dejected. If the Immortal Dao were real, then Martial Dao would become completely obsolete. Was there any point in breaking through the limits of martial arts anymore? Could it kill an army of three thousand men in one strike?

Qi Yuan smiled. "After all these years of training, can you defeat gene warriors?"

Han Xianyun was stunned, before muttering unhappily, "If you can’t speak properly, just be quiet!"

Nevertheless, his mood had improved. Yeah, if Martial Dao is weak, then so be it. It has always been weak anyway.

His voice turned melancholic. "My worry is that if Immortal Dao is revived, then the Martial Arts Tournament might be canceled in the future..."

No matter how weak it was, Martial Dao was something he had grown up with and cherished deeply. He had watched the Martial Arts Tournament since childhood. To him, the peak martial artists were akin to professional players he admired. Judging by how things were developing, perhaps the Martial Arts Tournament would truly vanish from this world.

Qi Yuan said with certainty, "You’re overthinking it. Even if the Qin Yuan Kingdom falls, the Martial Arts Tournament will still continue for a hundred sessions!"

Han Xianyun retorted, "You really love to brag. If the Qin Yuan Kingdom is gone, what Martial Arts Tournament would there even be?"

"As long as I’m here, the Martial Arts Tournament will exist."

"Tsk tsk!"

The two chatted and laughed as they entered the Martial Alliance branch.

Next came the testing phase. Those who passed would be able to participate directly in the main tournament. Inside the hall, over thirty martial artists stood, all emitting sharp and formidable auras.

At that moment, Zhang Yang let out a loud cry, unleashing his innate martial technique. A thunderous boom seemed to explode across the arena. Without any chance to react, the other powerful martial artist crashed heavily to the ground.

The referee announced, "Southern Lion Zhang Yang wins!"

Without even sparing his opponent a glance, Zhang Yang stepped down smugly from the stage.

The martial artists below gazed at him with awe and envy.

"Southern Lion Zhang Yang has improved compared to last year!"

"It seems the champion of this Martial Arts Tournament will undoubtedly be him!"

"But he’s far too arrogant!"

The crowd buzzed with discussion.

The referee called out, "Next, Qi Yuan."

Qi Yuan stepped forward.

Han Xianyun, who had already passed the test, smiled. "Good luck, future champion. Don’t fail the test."

Yang Shan chuckled. "You’re underestimating Qi Yuan. His talent is even higher than yours."

"Higher than mine?" Han Xianyun froze. "What’s his level?"

Yang Shan’s smile deepened. "You’ll see soon enough."

Qi Yuan was only in his early twenties, making him seven or eight years younger than Han Xianyun. Above all, despite only practicing martial arts for less than a year, he had reached the martial peak. Perhaps he could really break through the limits of martial arts like Luo Bufan. After all, according to records, Luo Bufan’s talent wasn’t even as high as Qi Yuan’s.

Qi Yuan calmly stepped onto the stage. His opponent was a burly giant, with arms thicker than Qi Yuan’s thighs. Standing there, he appeared like a solid wall.

"This kid is unlucky, he’s actually facing Ironclad Kwangfeng!"

"Ironclad Kwangfeng practices the Iron Armor Technique, which is unmatched in defense. There's no way that young lad can break through it!"

"How did that kid even get matched against him?"

The martial artists were abuzz with discussion.

Han Xianyun revealed a worried expression. "His luck is terrible. Even someone at the martial peak has no chance against Ironclad Kwangfeng. After all, Martial Dao still has its limits."

Not only were martial arts ultimately limited, but physical differences also mattered greatly. That giant weighed at least one hundred fifty kilograms and stood over two meters tall. Even without martial arts, he could easily defeat ordinary fighters, let alone with a hard defensive technique like the Iron Armor Technique.

Qi Yuan regretfully stared at the burly man. "Your physique would be perfect for corpse refinement. Unfortunately, I’m a good person."

Then, he moved. His speed, in the eyes of the surrounding martial artists, was shockingly fast. Ironclad Kwangfeng didn’t even have time to react before a tremendous force struck his chest.

Ironclad Kwangfeng roared, "AAAARGH!"

He was sent flying off the arena with a loud crash. The battle ended as quickly as it began. Everyone was stunned. The scene was simply too terrifying.

"T-this is beyond the limits of martial arts. This isn't an ordinary martial peak!"

The crowd finally snapped out of it, and the way they looked at Qi Yuan completely changed.

"So young, yet even more talented than Northern Crane and Southern Lion!"

The martial artists were in awe. Even some elderly masters seated on the high platform stood up excitedly.

"Has another Luo Bufan appeared in this world?"

All eyes turned to Qi Yuan with newfound awe. This level of talent was unprecedented, and perhaps never to be seen again. Perhaps he could truly break through the martial peak!

None of the martial artists could remain calm anymore.

One martial artist looked at Zhang Yang strangely. "Zhang Yang, you have a real opponent this time. His strength is probably not inferior to yours."

Zhang Yang glanced at Qi Yuan, as smug as ever. "Since I've entered this Martial Arts Tournament, the champion can only be me. Hmph. In the past, I might have respected him for his strength. But now, I’m no longer the same person I was before. If it weren’t for winning the championship and making a perfect exit, I wouldn’t even bother participating."

He was now a cultivator after all. Though only a beginner, he was confident that dealing with ordinary martial cultivators would be effortless. Facing Qi Yuan and the others from nouveau riche backgrounds, he naturally felt disdain.

***

Meanwhile, in a narrow alley, Yu Xiu was in immense pain. Dense red markings had spread across his face, making him look extremely horrifying.

"This is bad..."

Bang! Bang!

A sound like drums echoed. He collapsed to the ground, his vision blurring. Through the mist ahead, he saw a terrifying horned beast slowly approaching with a blood-stained axe.

Yu Xiu’s face was filled with fear. "How could it be a monster of this level? I’m finished. I’m going to die here..."

The fortune teller felt aggrieved. He did what he did to remove a curse. How had he ended up with such terrible luck?