Chapter 1022: Chapter 661: Hidden Overlord, Strength Revealed, Brotherhood and Oaths! (Super Chapter)_2

"Hey, back when I enrolled, weren’t you acting all high and mighty? What’s happened two years later that you’re so dismal now?"

At eighteen, during the entrance exam, he stood aside like a lackey, watching Chu Yanhu and Brother Chuan compete.

But now!

Though he still had to look up to the latter, little Chu Yanhu was already trampled underfoot!

Meng Chuan was abnormal, incomparable.

Aside from him, his progress in the Grandmaster Class was the fastest.

Among the peers he entered with, he was the only second-limit Martial Arts Master.

Who wasn’t a once-in-a-generation genius!

"Alright, a few words are enough, no need to hurt the harmony."

Meng Chuan stepped forward seeing a fight about to break out, to control the situation.

"The national talents are really impressive, directly advancing to the Beijing competition..."

Chu Yanlong also restrained his brother and turned to express his admiration.

Chen Jing, with arms crossed, said slowly from the side:

"Among the national talents, only the Martial Arts Masters can advance directly; the others with two limits must compete properly.

Yet it truly is enviable, the Beijing competition slots are scarce, I wouldn’t bet on it..."

Meng Chuan smiled and said:

"Brother Jing, you’re just too humble. National talents aren’t much; isn’t there an Arena Dominator that equals directly pre-qualifying for the finals? I’m not envious."

Xu Qingfeng came forward and said:

"Those Dominators are all Grandmasters, no wonder you don’t have the opportunity to envy them."

"..."

Some people were still swelling with pride.

Meng Chuan flicked his finger, releasing a thread of Yin-Yang True Qi, which danced and expanded into a dragon-serpent, tightly binding Xu Qingfeng at his place like spun silk.

The color drained instantly from Xu Qingfeng’s face, grimacing like a large green caterpillar, he flipped about on the spot.

But no matter how much he struggled, he was only trapping himself more.

Seeing this, Chu Yanhu sneered and walked forward, turning back to Meng Chuan said:

"Brother Chuan, should I not hold back then?"

Meng Chuan nodded:

"No need to hold back, we’re all buddies, just don’t hit the face."

"Ouch!!!"

The crowd turned to look, the cries startled the resting birds in the forest, a flock of swallows fluttered in the air.

As the two sparred, Meng Chuan, hands behind his back, continued downhill with Chu Yanlong.

Chu Yanlong glanced back, seeing Xu Qingfeng had already broken free from the bind. But having initially suffered, his brother remained in the lead, and he felt completely relieved.

He caught up with Meng Chuan, and they continued discussing the "Arena Dominators" just mentioned.

Chu Yanlong flipped open his phone, scrolling through the related promotional pages.

Various people appeared, among them Meng Chuan’s old acquaintance, Ultimate Dragon Elephant·Liao Huo.

These individuals were the pre-qualified Arena Dominators for the Beijing competition.

All were exceptionally powerful, their realms advanced, looking down on peers below thirty as Martial Arts Grandmasters!

However, swiping to the last entry, Chu Yanlong reviewed with a puzzled expression:

"What does the organizer mean by having a hidden Arena Dominator?"

Like the previously revealed Dominator identities of Wang Chongyi, Liao Huo, and Long Ying, their abilities were undeniably recognized.

The fourth-limit prodigious Grandmaster, everyone respected, but only the last entry had a "confidential play."

Not only was there a big laughing face on the photo, but the Martial Arts title and name below were all marked as large question marks.

Meng Chuan was equally baffled, though it sparked a hint of curiosity within him:

"This match might be fun, with famous and hidden cards, but it doesn’t concern me..."

According to the rules, participants in the Beijing competition can challenge any Arena Dominator to replace them.

Of course, Meng Chuan wouldn’t miss this opportunity.

No matter how many Dominators there were, famous cards or hidden cards, they all had nothing to do with him.

Who Meng Chuan wanted to challenge was self-evident.

Meanwhile, after Chu Yanlong put away his phone, he seemed to have thought of something and curiously said:

"Wait... speaking of that hidden Arena Dominator, could it be you?"

Meng Chuan initially was slightly surprised, then shook his head:

"Impossible, those Dominators are all Grandmasters, and my realm isn’t there.

And the country wouldn’t break the rules; I haven’t received any related notifications so far."

"Alright."

Chu Yanlong nodded, hearing Meng Chuan say this, suddenly felt he was overthinking, and said no more.

...

Yong’an, Provincial Martial Arts Competition Center.

As the Northern Lands selection venue, today’s opening ceremony drew the gaze of millions.

The host, dressed in a magnificent gown, gracefully walked onto the stage, her voice bright and sunny.

After introducing the judging panel at this selection competition, she briefly paused with the microphone in hand, her tone heightened, and loudly cheered:

"Let’s welcome the National Talent, United University Martial Extreme True Inheritance, Golden Tiger Medal recipient, Yong’an Martial Arts Association Honorary Vice-Chairman, Infinite Martial Arts Dojo Master [Infinite Fist·Meng Chuan], to give the opening speech for this year’s competition!"

Such a plethora of titles, just acquiring one would make someone a prodigy in the eyes of others.

But all these accolades fell upon that man, making everything appear all the more fitting.

As for the Honorary Vice-Chairman title, naturally Bai Junfeng arranged that.

No responsibilities, no need for attendance; the "salary" wasn’t likely much, but this honor was hard-earned.

"Meng Chuan has arrived!"

"Meng Chuan, my idol, a Master Level figure of Five Elements Fist!"

"Woohoo, up we go! I knew this ticket purchase was worth it today!"

The audience erupted into a fervent cheer; Meng Chuan wasn’t just Yong’an’s pride, but also the pride of the Northern Lands!

Amidst thunderous applause, Meng Chuan waved toward the audience.

He looked calm, walking towards the host from the backstage.

On the laser big screen, his face was projected at close range.

His prominent brow seemed like an Immortal, sharply defined yet not intrusive.

As he switched his stance, his profile appeared as deep as a chasm.

In the audience, a girl stared at the big screen for a long time, then turned to ask a fellow companion: