28: Chapter 28 Your pride is worthless in my eyes.

The people present had no way of knowing.

Whether it was Tier 2 Grade 3 or Grade 4, to Shen Xingchen, it made no difference.

Wen Heng said no more, raised his long spear, and charged at Shen Xingchen.

He had studied spearmanship for ten years, and the martial skill he used was none other than a Profound-grade Intermediate Martial Skill—Cloud-Piercing Moon-Breaking Spear!

His comprehension was second to none throughout the entire Mochen Dao Academy, and after obtaining this martial skill, it took him only a few months to cultivate it to the Initial Success stage!

Even without using his Talent Divine Ability, Wen Heng was confident he could win this match!

However, things did not go as he expected.

Shen Xingchen sprinted with his spear, moving as fast as a roaring thunder and leaving behind six afterimages in his wake.

It was also a Profound-grade Intermediate Martial Skill—Six Harmonies Golden Spear!

The difference was that Shen Xingchen had reached the Major Success realm.

Wen Heng only felt that Shen Xingchen's spearmanship was extremely exquisite, shocking his heart, but he still came forward brandishing his spear to kill.

In a straight line.

Shen Xingchen's speed far exceeded Wen Heng's imagination.

Bang—

Shen Xingchen arrived in front of Wen Heng, thrusting his spear out, and afterward, the six afterimages merged into one.

In that instant, it seemed as though Shen Xingchen had unleashed seven consecutive spear strikes, yet they all reached Wen Heng's body simultaneously.

Wen Heng finally sensed that something was amiss and hurriedly retreated, but it was already too late.

Shen Xingchen's long spear pierced straight through Wen Heng's chest.

In just a moment, blood stained half of his clothes.

"What!?"

The spectators present had just prepared to enjoy a great battle and witness the might of an S-rank Talent Divine Ability.

Yet this battle had a result so quickly!

"Wen Heng was heavily injured in just a split second!?"

"No way? Are S-rank Talent Divine Abilities this fierce? The problem is, he didn't even use his Talent Divine Ability!"

"Rigged! It's rigged!"

They all screamed out in shock, and some even suspected that the organizers had faked it.

As for Wen Heng's strength, let alone someone three realms lower than him, even against an ordinary martial artist three minor realms higher, he would still have the ability to fight.

To be defeated just like this?

Mochen Dao Academy's resting area.

Wen Zhi's small face instantly turned pale.

Ever since she could remember, she had never seen her older brother in such a pathetic state.

Was that fellow named Shen Xingchen really this strong?

On the command platform.

Section Chief Wang Hao, who had been lazily leaning against his chair, suddenly straightened his posture.

He had seen it clearly just now.

That student named by the Bureau Director, Shen Xingchen, had spearmanship that was simply too seasoned, looking just like... a veteran master who had practiced for twenty years!

Yet how old was that kid?

He was barely over eighteen!

Even if he had started practicing the spear from his mother's womb, he shouldn't be able to reach this extent, right?

Originally, when he saw the realm in Shen Xingchen's profile, he didn't care much, thinking that for someone with an S-rank Talent Divine Ability to cultivate so slowly, was he really worth paying attention to?

Now he finally understood.

As expected, the Bureau Director's vision was still better.

No wonder they were the Bureau Director, while he was only a section chief...

Wudao No. 3 High School resting area.

Watching Shen Xingchen shine brilliantly on the stage, Tang Chen wore a gloomy expression.

On the other side, Jiang Qingyao was still agonizing over whether to honor the bet when she heard the exclamations of the crowd.

Looking up.

Wen Heng was already stained with blood on the spot.

No way, was Wen Heng really this weak?

Could he not have given her a bit more time to agonize?

Principal Chen Lingjun's eyes also carried a hint of surprise.

He knew that S-ranks all had the strength to fight across realms, but the opponent was also an outstanding figure, yet he had taken the upper hand right from the start.

On the stage.

"Major Success realm spearmanship!?" Wen Heng's expression was filled with shock.

He had always felt that Shen Xingchen merely gained the attention of many onlookers through his S-rank Talent Divine Ability.

There was a huge gap between him and people like them who had been called geniuses since childhood.

However, the spearmanship Shen Xingchen displayed just now was clearly of a high grade at a glance, and he had cultivated it to Major Success!

This forced him to admit that Shen Xingchen possessed a talent in comprehension far superior to his own.

How could this be?

He was clearly completely obscure before awakening!

Could awakening a Talent Divine Ability also enhance one's comprehension?

After a long silence.

Wen Heng's eyes regained their luster; he hadn't lost yet, he still hadn't used his Talent Divine Ability!

Enduring the pain, he pulled out his long spear and retreated at top speed, his pupils turning vertical as if carrying a dragon's might.

This was his Talent Divine Ability—Mountain Dragon, A-rank!

The next second, astonishing fighting spirit surged from Wen Heng's body, abruptly kicking up a violent gale!

"Wen Heng is going to get serious!" some spectator said excitedly.

Talent Divine Abilities of the dragon attribute belonging to divine beasts were among the most formidable even within A-rank talents.

Wen Heng's expression was very serious.

His long spear attacked and killed once again, and this time its power was vastly greater than before.

Whoosh—

His long spear resembled a moon shadow, blooming within a radius of several zhang around him, and he slashed toward Shen Xingchen with the force of Mount Tai pressing down.

"Splitting Mount Hua!"

This was the most unadorned move, yet it was also the one that tested strength the most.

Shen Xingchen still stood in his original spot, his expression calm and his gaze indifferent.

"Is he really not going to dodge? Isn't his spearmanship supposed to win with speed?" someone asked.

Boom—

A Tier 2 Grade 4 martial artist opening his prime state and using his most proud strike—such destructive power was unimaginable!

Shen Xingchen raised his spear to parry, his figure appearing extremely minuscule, as if his entire body was swallowed by that mighty momentum!

A violent collision sound was accompanied by a huge gale.

The ground of the stage began to crack inch by inch, with rolling smoke and dust!

The might of a single spear was terrifying to this extent!

"Did Wen Heng win?" someone in the spectator stands asked.

"Nonsense, with this level of attack, whoever takes it would be heavily injured!" someone answered.

Wen Zhi looked at her brother with radiant eyes; even with an unfavorable start, her brother had still won in the end.

Jiang Qingyao's chest tightened as she looked at the stage with a worried expression, feeling anxious in her heart.

Wen Heng let out a long breath; he had finally won.

Just now was his full strength.

If even this couldn't take him down, it would truly be despairing.

Just as he was thinking this.

His intuition suddenly tightened, and a dense sense of crisis arose spontaneously.

"Is that all the strength you have?"

Amidst the thick smoke and dust, a tall and straight figure slowly walked out.

His complexion was ruddy, and his aura was steady; there was no sign of him being heavily injured or wounded at all.

His expression carried a hint of disappointment, as if he were saying, "So it turns out you weren't worth looking forward to at all!"

For the first time, panic appeared in Wen Heng's eyes, and his gaze was filled with terror.

His strike just then would have caused even a Tier 2 Grade 6 martial artist to suffer a huge loss, yet Shen Xingchen was acting like it was nothing.

Was this guy a monster?

"You're already this weak, what on earth are you proud of?" Shen Xingchen's voice rang out.

This sentence went straight to Wen Heng's core soul!

He truly often took pride in his own achievements, and rightfully so.

However, it just so happened that their generation produced a monster!

The smoke and dust dissipated, and Shen Xingchen's figure gradually became clear.

The Mountain Dragon belonged to a subspecies of the dragon race.

The Azure Dragon belonged to the king among the dragon race.

His cyan-gold vertical pupils looked at Wen Heng, just like a monarch looking at his subjects.

On Shen Xingchen's body, dense, illusory cyan-gold scales emitted a terrifying aura, accompanied by an authority originating from the soul!

He spoke calmly, carrying a natural majesty without anger: "Kneel down!"

A lowly bloodline deserved nothing more than to grovel at the feet of the royal family.

Wen Heng only felt a voice whispering in his ear, making him feel that he should submit in the first place.

That was the aura of a superior being, a suppression originating from the bloodline!

Within the dragon race, bloodline determined talent, status, and everything else!

At this moment, Shen Xingchen far surpassed Wen Heng in both combat power and dragon blood quality grade.

His state of mind was already shattered right now, and he could hardly maintain his sanity.

His body slowly knelt down...