Feng Zhaobai was momentarily at a loss for words, hesitated for a moment, and due to confidentiality rules couldn''t explain clearly, so he could only explain tactfully.

    "Junior Brother Zhu is that kind of... Emmmm... very special existence. Comparing yourself to him is just asking for trouble, understand?"

    "No, I don''t understand."

    Wang Hua shook his head naively, looking completely confused.

    Feng Zhaobai: "..."

    Sighing, Feng Zhaobai pondered for a moment, and murmured in more direct words.

    "Just remember that he''s an exception, don''t let his growth shake your Dao Heart, even if true Immortal Gods reincarnate, they have to bow their heads in his presence..." Sear?h the N??elFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    After saying this, seeing Wang Hua''s eyes filled with a realization, Feng Zhaobai smiled slightly and nonchalantly changed the topic.

    "By the way, who is Junior Brother Zhu''s opponent this time?"

    "The system automatically matched him with a Gold level; I didn''t notice exactly who it was, but they probably won''t beat him anyway."

    Thinking about it himself, Feng Zhaobai didn''t continue asking and directly walked with Wang Hua towards the spectator area.

    Just a mere Gold, if he is a reincarnation of a Buddha, he can lose a little more decently.

    Otherwise, when facing an Abyss, the other party should consider how to die with dignity...

    Thinking of this, Feng Zhaobai slightly frowned.

    However... they still need to cultivate proper values in Junior Brother Zhu; now is a critical period for his growth, and he can''t be allowed to develop a habit of bloodlust...

    If not necessary, don''t kill anyone!

    Otherwise... An Abyss addicted to destruction and slaughter will be a nightmare for the All Heavens Illusion Realm!

    In a trance, it was as if he saw billions of beings struggling and wailing in a sea of blood, one Illusion Realm World after another collapsing and crumbling under Zhu Haomiao''s shadow...

    Feng Zhaobai shivered all over, felt a tingle on his scalp, and his gaze became even more resolute.

    .........

    A dozen minutes later, the next round of the match began. Zhu Haomiao stepped onto the ring, and information about his opponent reached his ears.

    "In the next match, China contender [Zhu Haomiao] versus Gaul contender [Catherine Veronia]."

    Another Gaul?

    Recalling the opponent in the last round who conceded without hesitation, Zhu Haomiao slightly frowned, and a faint idea of ridiculing France rose in his mind.

    Hopefully, this time the opponent won''t surrender as soon as they meet, at least put up some resistance...

    At least let me test what my true power level is without using the Book of Black?

    His five fingers subconsciously wriggled slightly, and Zhu Haomiao''s eyes lit up seeing the figure walking up from the opposite side of the ring.

    It was a tall and glamorous pretty girl, with exquisite features carrying a maturity beyond her age. Her light brown wavy long hair was simply tied behind with hair accessories; paired with her voluptuous figure that was both convex and concave, merely walking onto the ring caused the entire venue to erupt in cheers.

    More importantly, Zhu Haomiao didn''t see any fear or cowardice in her eyes; those bright and clear blue eyes were full of excitement, eagerly waiting to give it a try.

    Sweeping his gaze over the golden iris badge on her majestic chest, Zhu Haomiao lowered his hood, unfastened his cloak, revealing a handsome face with a hint of demonic charm, nodding slightly at her from over a hundred meters distance.

    However, seeing Zhu Haomiao carrying no weapons, Catherine Veronia furrowed her brows, unable to resist opening her mouth to ask.

    "Aren''t you using a weapon?"

    "Hmm, don''t have one that feels right."

    Zhu Haomiao smiled nonchalantly, but inwardly was muttering.

    Mainly because I haven''t practiced...

    Holding any weapon in hand is like a fire poker, maybe even less effective than bare fists...

    Nevertheless, Catherine Veronia misunderstood and glanced at the audience below, immediately someone threw up a splendid Western sword.

    "This is one of my swords, you can borrow it first."

    Swish~

    Casually tossing it, the Western sword flew over a hundred meters straight towards the young man''s face.

    Zhu Haomiao: "??!"

    Pop~

    Forced to catch the treasure sword, before Zhu Haomiao could explain, Catherine Veronia excitedly spoke.

    "I''ve heard your Chinese Swordsmanship is unrivaled in the world. I started learning the sword at the age of four and have never met a match among peers. I came to the Modu District this time specifically to witness your unique sword techniques; I hope you don''t disappoint me!"

    Finishing her words, Catherine Veronia slowly stepped forward, drawing a cold shining Western sword from her waist, holding it side-body, slightly raising her long white neck like an elegantly proud white swan.

    Looking at her eager eyes, then at the gem-encrusted gorgeous long sword in his hand, Zhu Haomiao pursed his lips speechlessly.

    Chinese Swordsmanship is unrivaled in the world...

    But not every Chinese knows swordsmanship!!!

    Go find someone who practices the sword!

    What''s the meaning of tossing a sword to me?

    Are you assuming that all 1.3 billion Chinese people know swordsmanship?

    Stereotypes can be deadly!!

    Blinking his eyes, Zhu Haomiao glanced around, unable to admit under the anticipation of all eyes that he couldn''t wield a sword. He could only swallow his pride and slowly drew out the treasure sword in his hand.

    Clang~

    Amid the clear sword''s cry, the smooth and mirror-like blade smoothly unsheathed. Seeing his face reflected on the spine of the sword, Zhu Haomiao helplessly sighed.

    It''s okay, I guess...

    To the current me, the difference with or without a sword isn''t that big.

    Because Basic Force itself has no moves, all it emphasizes is breaking a myriad of techniques with a single force; it''s all about values, with no skills involved, possessing a kind of simple and unadorned beauty.

    And this sword looks quite sharp...

    Just swing it randomly will do...

    On the other side, Catherine Veronia already couldn''t wait and urged.

    "Are you ready?"

    "Yeah."

    Casually twirling the sword, Zhu Haomiao nodded carelessly.

    Yet in the next second, his lazy gaze suddenly condensed, with a sharp streak of light reflected in his pupils.

    In a flash, spanning dozens of meters, Catherine Veronia seemed to teleport before the young man, with the sharp blade pointed straight at his throat.

    Swish~

    Instinctively raising his hand to block, the sword''s edge deflected Catherine Veronia''s thrust, but the massive force transmitted through the blade''s hilt amazed Zhu Haomiao.

    Is this the power of Golden Level?

    Far stronger than me!

    Only managing to deflect the opponent''s thrust by an inch, Zhu Haomiao tilted his head to dodge, and a streak of piercing cold light brushed past his neck, leaving a barely noticeable blood line.

    In the blink of an eye, as they crossed paths, Catherine Veronia advanced several meters and stood firm, turning her head with a touch of confusion.

    In the probing strike just now, she had seven changes withheld, ready for any counter-move from her opponent, but the conclusion left her puzzled.

    With no skillful responses, the opponent just blindly blocked, like a subconscious instinctive reaction.

    Moreover, the force and speed matched his Silver Level, devoid of any extraordinary elements.