Biochemical Martial Arts: Supreme Heavenly Venerate

The Deputy General from the second city's university, Xiao Ningshan, and Zhao Yan were martial artists of a similar type, both focusing on power, their fighting styles fierce and domineering.

Both wielded heavy weapons, with Zhao Yan using a pair of octagonal purple-gold hammers, while Xiao Ningshan used twin heavy maces.

When they clashed on stage, their momentum was like two heavy tanks colliding, both ferocious and with immense force. The wind from their hammers and the force from their maces were like dragons seizing tigers, overwhelming like a landslide and tsunami. The rumble of their weapons and the fragmented air vibrations kicked up dust around them, as if the very air itself was trembling.

The two had been classmates, belonging to the same martial arts club—one in second year, the other in third year—so they knew each other very well.

A year had passed since then, and Xiao Ningshan's cultivation and martial arts had improved even more; although Zhao Yan had lost half a year, his talent was greater. Furthermore, with Fang Ranran's heavy investment and cultivation, his combat power was not what it used to be.

However, their martial arts characteristics and paths hadn't changed. Their fight was like a confrontation between senior and junior brothers from the same sect, even more intense and dangerous. Nearly every move they made aimed straight for vital points, sparing no effort, captivating the audience and putting the referees on edge.

While watching the intense battle on stage, Fang Ranran said apologetically to Lin Rui, "I'm sorry, Lin. I spoke about your heterogenous promotion to the fifth realm without asking."

"It's fine," Lin Rui shook his head slightly. "Even if you hadn't mentioned it, I would have spoken up. The problem is you spoke too soon. Zhao Yan's martial arts might surpass the other by a thread, but when it comes to bloodline power, he is an entire level below Xiao Ningshan. Without that do-or-die spirit, he might not be Xiao Ningshan's match."

Lin Rui sipped on his watermelon juice. "For Zhao Yan, dying on the stage today is better than losing."

Despite being a nice and incredibly loyal boss from a well-off family, the lady sitting beside him still didn't understand the logic of martial artists like them.

If Zhao Yan lost to Xiao Ningshan today, he would be haunted for a lifetime.

Fang Ranran was startled by his words, and immediately realized her mistakes.

The battle unfolded as Lin Rui had predicted. Zhao Yan hesitated several times after the fight began, and the situation started to deteriorate. On the other hand, Xiao Ningshan fought fiercely and ruthlessly, every move he made carrying a do-or-die momentum.

Fortunately, Zhao Yan's innate talent for fighting was extremely high. He gradually adjusted and put everything out of his mind, fighting without reservation, not caring about his own safety.

Their battle intensified, and in less than ten minutes, the high-density energy-absorbing cement of the platform began to crack. Shockwaves began to reach the audience stands, and their arms started to split open from the flesh. Their maces and hammers also couldn't withstand the strain and cracked, finally snapping with a 'clang' and hurtling towards the spectators.

Luckily, a wire barrier was in place, and two assistant referees with the cultivation of lieutenant generals quickly intervened, intercepting the broken maces and hammers.

Both fighters on stage abandoned their weapons. Their arms became like maces, their fists like hammers, and they continued to pound at their opponent.

Their martial spirits materialized behind them, now nearly tangible. Zhao Yan's martial spirit, a colossal four-legged dragon, clashed fiercely with the horned bear of his opponent, causing the entire stadium to quake slightly.

Jin Tianchen watched this scene from afar with an increasingly ugly expression.

The fight between Xiao Ningshan and Zhao Yan had now lasted for 23 minutes, and it seemed that it was going to end in another draw.

"Useless trash!"

Jin Tianchen silently cursed in his mind, thinking that Xiao Ningshan had truly wasted all the resources he had pulled strings to obtain for him.

Yet, he maintained a smile on his face and said to the holographic camera that was live streaming, "Old Xiao is not doing badly. I estimate this fight will end in a draw."

"Both parties are giving it their all. Zhao Yan indeed has talent. When he was at our martial arts club, he was appointed Deputy General in his second year. Haha, I won't comment on his character—let's not talk about that—"

"My odds on Lin Rui winning? Definitely. I anticipate within 1,000 rounds. Though he is highly talented, he's still a freshman. It's only next year that it's his turn to show his full potential."

As Jin Tianchen spoke, he glanced at the live viewer count and saw that the peak of 53 million viewers had dropped to 43 million.

A barely noticeable shadow surfaced in the depths of Jin Tianchen's eyes, and he felt a wave of irritation.

He was aware that outside the stadium, a social media storm was brewing.

The Jin Hao Group had been suppressing and deleting posts across the entire network of the base city, ostensibly maintaining calm, but those posts about the truth from a year ago had gone viral in other base cities, sparking heated discussion.

This was causing Jin Tianchen to lose fans drastically; within just this short period, he had lost millions of followers.

Many fans in the live stream chatroom were sensing something was off and were inquiring about what was happening.

Jin Tianchen realized that his public image was completely ruined. Thus, he could not afford to lose today's battle!

He knew that many people naturally admire the strong and the wealthy. As long as he kept winning and maintained a strong image, he could still keep a certain level of popularity.

From now on, he planned to act more freely, according to his own temperament—it would be more comfortable and enjoyable.

Then, three minutes later, a 'boom' resounded from the platform.
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Jin Tianchen turned his attention back to the stage, his expression growing even darker.

Xiao Ningshan was clearly growing anxious towards the end, eager for a win. Risking it all, he charged up for a secret move, only to have Zhao Yan catch his weakness during an intense close-combat exchange and knocked him off the platform.

Zhao Yan's energy and True Yuan were completely drained, and his muscles burst open, bleeding profusely. Yet, he stood like a tower on the platform, gasping for air.

At that moment, Lin Rui stood up, walked over to his holographic camera for streaming, and activated the voice recording button.

Lin Rui waved at the camera, "Everyone, I'm about to go on stage. I'll chat with all of you when I get down. It shouldn't take long."

He glanced at the backstage data and saw that there were over 40 million watching the stream, with nearly 130 million in tips—a new record.

However, his comment section was filled with insults.

"Too insincere! Watching up to now, the anchor hasn't even said a word and just kept eating and drinking,"

"He doesn't even turn on his voice. He's clearly become arrogant and doesn't take us fans seriously anymore!"

"Anchor, don't think that just because you look lazy and handsome while eating, I'll forgive you."

"Is this called live streaming? Even dogs are more sincere than you!"

At this moment, some people were also discussing Jin Tianchen.

"Guys, have you heard about the scumbag on the other side?"

"How could we not hear? I climbed over the firewall to check out the third city, and I must say that guy is really scum."

"You can't tell normally, pretending to be all decent, but he did something so utterly vile."

"I just came from the stream on the other side, and from now on, I'm switching from fan to anti-fan. Now I'm a fan of little Rui Rui. I've discovered a treasure. The anchor was so cool being indifferent and aloof just now, not bothering with anyone."

"I wonder if the anchor can win."

Li Xiaorou was messaging Xu Bo: "Xiao Bo, do you think Lin Rui can win?"

She had been watching the game while browsing online, and had pieced together the detailed reasons for Zhao Yan and Nolan Wei leaving their positions.

At this moment, Li Xiaorou was hoping, like never before, that Lin Rui could win, to defeat that beast, Jin Tianchen.

Xu Bo, after reading the message, was silent for a while. Although he was an enthusiastic fan of Lin Rui, he didn't dare to say Lin Rui could win the battle,

Both sides were of the hall-of-fame level, and the gap in their cultivation was a whole realm; theoretically, Lin Rui had no chance of winning.

At that instant, the entire sports stadium erupted once more.

"Lin Rui! Lin Rui! Lin Rui!"

"Instant Sword! Instant Sword! Instant Sword!"

The tens of thousands of teachers and students from Mingde University were shouting at the top of their lungs while knocking their water bottles against the seats, creating a 'dong dong' sound.

Lin Rui leapt onto the arena amidst these thunderous chants, casting a sideways glance at Zhao Yan: "Senior, don't force yourself. Just watch from below."

Zhao Yan also knew that it was pointless for him to stand there; he let out a long breath of murky air: "Then I'll leave it to you, junior."

As he jumped off the arena, his figure staggered and he almost fell to the ground, but Zhao Yan still persisted and made his way back to the contestants' seat, gazing intensely at the arena below.

He had already received a message from Nolan Wei and knew about the rapidly spreading storm of public opinion outside.

Zhao Yan realized that today, that beast might fall from grace.

As long as Lin Rui could defeat him, everything Jin Tianchen had, other than his family background, would crumble.

Jin Tianchen followed closely after Lin Rui onto the arena, dressed in radiant armor, his figure still dashing and elegant, he stood firm in front of Lin Rui.

Jin Tianchen realized his facade was crumbling; he was becoming less and less willing to pretend. After getting onto the stage, he stared nonchalantly at the knife in Lin Rui's hand: "Is that a Flash-5 model in your hand? Still planning to use sword-drawing arts?"

Was this guy really planning to renege on his promise and break the agreement on the eve of the battle?

"How could that be? I'm a man of my word," Lin Rui said with a chuckle upon hearing this, shaking his scabbard until it split open to reveal the Dark Heavens knife within.

"I just wanted to scare you. I didn't expect you to really switch to heavy armor, especially the Fortress-5 model. It's not too late to change your armor before the fight starts."

Upon hearing this, Jin Tianchen's lips twitched slightly.

He couldn't afford to lose face by running back to the contestants' seat to change his armor no matter what.

However, Lin Rui's promise not to use Yang Pulling Slash, and his adherence to that commitment, eased Jin Tianchen's mind a bit.

It was at this time that the referee next to them asked if they were ready. After both sides confirmed, the electronic countdown sounded throughout the sports stadium.

"10, 9, 8––"

Jin Tianchen clenched his swords, trying hard to collect his scattered emotions. However, right when the electronic voice reached 7, he heard Lin Rui chuckle, "Interesting, Zhi Gong TV is broadcasting your news right now."

Jin Tianchen's mind wavered instantly, becoming a mess of thoughts.

Zhi Gong TV was the largest television station in the Ninth Base City, with a viewership that covered half the population and a huge influence among the middle and upper classes of the Base City.

Zhi Gong TV was broadcasting his news? Was it about that case from a year ago? What was the group's public relations department doing?

It was at that moment that Jin Tianchen saw Lin Rui draw his knife.

So the guy really didn't use the Yang Pulling Slash. Yet, Lin Rui's speed with the knife was still unimaginably fast, like thunder and lightning, and in an instant, the blade was already at Jin Tianchen's face.