107: Chapter 107 The King of Hidden Weapons, Mo Xiaochuan.

"First place in this term is mine!"

A plain yet incredibly arrogant statement, wrapped in true essence, spread with absolute clarity to every corner of the Central Square.

A brief, dead silence ensued.

On the massive square, over a hundred thousand people seemed to have been collectively cast with a Freezing Spell, and all eyes gathered in unison on the dark-clad figure standing right in the center of Arena No. 1.

Immediately after, the shock transformed into an uproar that erupted like a tsunami!

"Who is this kid?! Is he out of his mind?!"

"An unfamiliar face we've never even seen before actually dares to directly seize Arena No. 1? Is he tired of living?!"

"Looking at his clothes, he seems to be the guard captain of District 666. A mere low-level captain actually dares to speak so boastfully in front of the three great supervisors?!"

A torrent of mockery and curses erupted, laced with undisguised disdain and anger.

In everyone's eyes, Arena No. 1 was the exclusive domain of the three top experts: Supervisor Chen Rufeng, Supervisor Dao Chengkong, and Mo Xiaochuan.

For an obscure young kid to suddenly jump up there was not just arrogance, but an outright insult to all the strong experts!

Below the arena, the three supervisors, who had been keeping each other in check, instantly had their expressions turn incredibly dark.

"Where did this little beast who doesn't know the depth of heaven and earth come from!"

Supervisor Dao Chengkong, the supervisor of the Second District, laughed out of extreme anger, the veins bulging on his flesh-heavy face.

He violently yanked his giant blade out of the ground, bringing up a large slab of bluestone, and roared:

"Kid, I will crush your bones inch by inch and feed them to the dogs!"

Supervisor Chen Rufeng, the supervisor of the First District, had eyes as cold as frost. He didn't even loosen his grip on his sword, merely staring coldly at Qin Feng as if looking at a rotting corpse.

"A clown trying to please the crowd. Whichever of you wants to go, go, lest it dirty my sword," Supervisor Chen Rufeng spat out coldly.

Meanwhile, Mo Xiaochuan, the supervisor of the Third District standing in the middle, suddenly let out a spine-chilling, fake smile on his feminine face.

"Hehehe... Don't be angry, my two older brothers."

Mo Xiaochuan licked his slightly chapped lips, a venomous, snake-like glint flashing in his eyes.

He said, "Young people nowadays really don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. Since this little brother is in such a hurry to die, I will treat it as my good deed of the day and go clean up the trash."

The moment he finished speaking, Mo Xiaochuan tapped his toes lightly on the ground, and his entire body rose into the air like a massive black bat, floating effortlessly.

Whoosh!

Without any unnecessary movements, Mo Xiaochuan landed extremely lightly on Arena No. 1, standing opposite Qin Feng less than thirty feet away.

"It's Supervisor Mo! Supervisor Mo is taking action himself!"

"This kid is dead meat. Supervisor Mo's mastery of hidden weapons is superb, and they are even coated with a lethal poison that seals the throat upon drawing blood. Even experts of the same rank wouldn't dare fight him!"

Seeing Mo Xiaochuan step onto the stage, the crowd below all revealed cruel and expectant gazes.

In mid-air, Elder Sun, who was in charge of the examination, also narrowed his eyes slightly, locking his gaze on Arena No. 1 as he thought to himself:

'Whether this kid, who withstood thirty percent of my pressure, actually has real ability or is just a fool with nothing but brute force will be decided by this battle.'

On the arena, the fierce wind howled.

Facing the overwhelming mockery from all around and the enemy before him who exuded a sinister aura, Qin Feng still kept his hands clasped behind his back, his deep, dark eyes as calm as an ancient well, without a single ripple.

"Little brother, to have such courage at such a young age is truly rare."

With a gentle smile as warm as a spring breeze on his face, Mo Xiaochuan bowed slightly and cupped his hands, adopting a respectful greeting posture that conformed to the Sect's rules.

"Mo Xiaochuan, supervisor of the Third District, please gui—"

Before the word "—de" could even leave his mouth!

Mo Xiaochuan's gentle smile instantly turned incredibly hideous and distorted.

"Go die, you little bastard!!!"

He suddenly straightened up, his hands—which had been cupped in greeting—instantly dancing frantically like butterflies threading through flowers.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish—

Accompanied by a dense, scalp-numbing sound of sharp objects piercing the air!

In an instant, dozens of poison needles, Soul-Reaping Nails, and iron caltrops gleaming with a faint blue light surged out from Mo Xiaochuan's wide sleeves like a Torrential Rain of Pear Blossoms, blotting out the sky!

These hidden weapons were all coated with a lethal poison that sealed the throat upon drawing blood. Driven by true essence, they were as fast as lightning, completely cutting off all of Qin Feng's routes of retreat!

"Despicable!"

"Launching a sneak attack while greeting! Supervisor Mo's 'Rain of Flowers Filling the Sky' is simply impossible to guard against!"

Several gasps of surprise came from below the stage.

However, just when everyone thought Qin Feng would be instantly shot into a poisonous hedgehog,

He moved...

"How dare you show off such underhanded, petty tricks?"

A mocking sneer curled on Qin Feng's lips as the Second Level of Qi Refining true essence within his body surged into motion.

Ghost Wind-Stepping was suddenly activated!

Whoosh—!

Without any violent eruption, Qin Feng's figure blurred weirdly in place.

In the next second, a jaw-dropping scene unfolded.

Facing that airtight, absolute-kill rain of hidden weapons, he actually did not choose to retreat. Instead, he took a step forward, strolling forward as if taking a leisurely walk in a courtyard!

His entire body seemed to have completely lost its physical weight, turning into a ghost drifting between reality and illusion.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

One after another, the blue-gleaming poison nails brushed past Qin Feng's cheeks, the tip of his nose, and even his hair strands, missing him by a hair's breadth!

Every hidden weapon that seemed bound to hit was perfectly avoided by Qin Feng at an unbelievable angle, missing him by the narrowest of margins!

He threaded calmly through the torrential rain of poison, his dark robes fluttering in the fierce wind, and not even a single corner of his clothes was touched by the hidden weapons.

Clang! Clang! Clink! Clank!

Countless missed hidden weapons slammed hard into the tough bluestone floor of the arena, instantly corroding it into black holes that hissed with white smoke, emitting a nauseating, pungent odor.

"What?!"

The cruel smile on Mo Xiaochuan's face instantly froze, his pupils shrinking violently to the size of pinpricks.

"This is impossible! How could you possibly dodge all of them?!"

He could not believe that his proud, sure-kill technique was so easily dismantled by his opponent as if he were just taking a stroll.

"Nothing is impossible, because your speed is simply too slow."

Qin Feng had already walked to a spot less than twenty feet away from his opponent. Stopping in his tracks, his deep eyes were filled with a high-and-mighty disdain.

Only then did he unhurriedly raise his right hand and gently brush it against the leather holster at his waist.

A seemingly ordinary steel throwing knife with no array pattern fluctuations quietly appeared at his fingertips.

Qin Feng pinched the blade, looking at Mo Xiaochuan opposite him as a playful smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Does a throwing knife count as a hidden weapon?"

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow and smiled in a casual, conversational tone, "If it does, then I am actually an expert in hidden weapons too."

The moment those words fell,

Swish—!

With a sudden flick of his wrist, the steel throwing knife at Qin Feng's fingertips turned into a cold flash of lightning, shooting straight toward Mo Xiaochuan's face.

This throw was extremely fast, bringing about a slight sonic boom.

However, Mo Xiaochuan was a battle-hardened supervisor after all. Having played with hidden weapons for many years, his dynamic vision far exceeded that of ordinary people.

"Hmph, a petty trick!"

Mo Xiaochuan snorted coldly, merely tilting his head slightly to the left.

Whoosh!

The steel throwing knife flew right past his right cheek, barely missing, and shot into the empty air behind him.

It had not even clipped a single strand of hair...