After finishing his statement, the burly middle-aged man looked at Lao Luo, wanting to see his reaction to gauge his chances of success.
Lao Luo remained silent, instead looking at Qin Chuan on the martial arts stage. A bitter smile appeared on his face: "I was 100% confident before, but now I don't know. At most, I'm only 50%."
"Hahahaha, beating you, Lao Luo, once is worth it!" the burly man laughed heartily.
"Don't be too happy yet. It's too early to say anything now," Lao Luo chuckled.
"Let's see how things go!"
Qin Chuan, on the martial arts stage, was also pondering some things, wondering if his current performance had caught the eye of any of the "big shots."
His main goal was to find a powerful patron and quickly integrate into this circle. He didn't know when he could enter the Nine Heavens Land's circle.
At least for now, he saw no hope. The stronger he became, the more he realized his own insignificance. Compared to the universe, an individual is truly insignificant.
Putting all this aside, Qin Chuan didn't think about these things. His woman had suddenly become incredibly powerful, heading to the Nine Heavens Land to become the inheritor.
Was this destiny or opportunity?
Qin Chuan didn't know either. Sometimes he thought to himself, how wonderful it would be if he could also become the inheritor, then he wouldn't have to be separated from them for so many years.
At this moment, Lin Zhichong had already been taken away by the people of the Central State Medicine Sect and given a pill. It seemed that his life had been saved, but he was definitely crippled.
They could only suffer this loss, because the symptoms of this poison were exactly the same as Lin Zhichong's poison, and the antidote was also a pill they were familiar with.
They just didn't understand why this poison had affected Lin Zhichong. What exactly had Qin Chuan done? They didn't know.
Because of this, the people of the Central State Medicine Sect had to take it seriously. After all, to be able to cripple Lin Zhichong unknowingly in the poisonous mist, using the same poison, and even directly amplifying the poisonous mist to cause Lin Zhichong's poison to backfire,
this ability was terrifying enough. For a moment, no one dared to go up. After all, this was a battle between young people.
Now, even some powerful young people, those stronger than Lin Zhichong, didn't dare to go up, because in their eyes, Qin Chuan was using poison.
However, if they didn't go up, they would lose face. But they weren't alone, so many people didn't go up either; even without face, they still felt embarrassed.
Qin Chuan hadn't expected that his unintentional slip of the tongue would intimidate so many people—that was an unexpected turn of events.
Poison, after all, is something that inspires fear. People
aren't afraid of poison because it's not strong enough. But when a sufficiently strong poison kills silently and is impossible to defend against, everyone is afraid.
With no one else coming up, Qin Chuan prepared to leave. As for saying anything arrogant, he'd skip it; there was no need. It was better to keep a low profile.
"Wait a minute!"
Just as Qin Chuan was about to step off the platform, someone spoke up, and then a figure, like a giant roc, slowly landed on the vast martial arts arena.
"Flying Dragon in the Clouds has gone up! It's actually Flying Dragon in the Clouds!"
"Flying Dragon in the Clouds is very powerful?"
"You're obviously ignorant. Do you know the Eight Dragons of the younger generation? Flying Dragon in the Clouds is one of them. Even Lin Zhichong couldn't get into the Eight Dragons."
Qin Chuan stopped and looked at him: "You want to fight?"
Flying Dragon in the Clouds' face twitched slightly. Although he had come up and was going to fight, he was a little uneasy. He even wanted to talk to Qin Chuan to see if they could fight more gently.
But Qin Chuan's abrupt words put a lot of pressure on him. After all, this martial arts arena didn't restrict the use of poison, hidden weapons, or anything else.
In a real battle, anything goes. No one cares what methods you use, as long as you win.
So in a competition, you can use anything you have that can provide a stable output. However, it's not recommended to use things that are unique and hard to obtain, because if you use them this time, you can't use them next time.
This is, after all, a competition.
Furthermore, I wouldn't use it unless absolutely necessary. In a match, if I used it and killed my opponent, I'd be consumed by rage and anger. Once it was used up, I'd be dead in the next battle, because using something that can only be used once to kill someone is the most hateful thing.
"Could you tell me whether Lin Zhichong was poisoned by you or by him?" Yun Zhongfeilong asked, slightly embarrassed.
"Does it matter?" Qin Chuan asked.
Yun Zhongfeilong wasn't particularly handsome, and there weren't many distinguishing features. If you had to name one, it would be his well-proportioned and upright physique, giving the initial impression of a good build.
Aside from that, he had no other distinguishing features. He wasn't tall, not handsome, and his eyes were average. But even so, he was among the Eight Dragons, showing he was no ordinary person.
"It's important, extremely important. I came here to compete. If I end up like Lin Zhichong, it wouldn't be worth it. So, can we make a deal?" Yun Zhongfeilong said apologetically.
"What kind of deal?"
"If I'm poisoned and can't hold on, you help me detoxify, and I'll pay you. Is that alright?" Yun Zhongfeilong said embarrassedly.
However, this isn't unreasonable. You can use poison as you see fit. If I lose, you'll help me detoxify and I'll pay you.
This is normal and not unreasonable; a martial arts competition can't always be a life-or-death struggle.
The main issue is that Qin Chuan uses poison. Many people think that those who use poison like to kill, after all, refining, making, and testing poisons shows indifference to life, so it's easy to assume that poison cultivators enjoy killing.
But that's not actually the case; they're just relatively indifferent to life.
That's why Yun Zhongfeilong is very cautious. He had no choice; the eight dragons drew lots to determine who would fight, and he unfortunately drew the lot.
Qin Chuan looked at him and nodded: "I won't use poison!"
To stand out and get noticed, one must have something to offer.
Poison is powerful, but many people dislike it, and poison cultivators are most prone to death because their curiosity and pursuit of poison constantly puts them on the edge of life. The mortality rate for poison cultivators is extremely high.
Yun Zhongfeilong hesitated for a moment, then looked at Qin Chuan, "If that's the case, I feel it's not a fair victory."
Qin Chuan smiled at him, "I agreed to your previous conditions. If I'm no match for you, I'll use poison. Besides, do you think you can defeat me?"
"Then let's try! You've really motivated me. Please!" Yun Zhongfeilong's eyes lit up, and he cupped his hands towards Qin Chuan.
"Please!"
Qin Chuan's figure flickered, and two figures instantly appeared.
Phantom Clone!
Qin Chuan had cultivated this ability for many years, but he rarely used it. This thing looked very powerful and cool—a clone.
However, in some people's eyes, using a low-level clone is tantamount to courting death.