Chapter 298: Chapter 298: Little Peng King
The Golden Roc King said, all young people above the Realm Emperor level, come over.
So, how do we define who is considered a young person?
Young person.
It’s actually a relative concept.
For middle-aged people, teenagers and children are young people, but for the elderly, middle-aged people are also considered young!
In some small places, Martial Artists of the Heaven-reaching Realm are considered the older generation, but in some bigger places, Realm Emperor level experts are still considered young people...
So how exactly do we determine who is young and who is of the older generation?
It mainly depends on growth!!
As long as a person continues to grow and is still rising rapidly, they are a young person.
Just like bamboo shoots.
Many bamboo shoots are taller than old bamboo, but as long as they keep growing taller and haven’t solidified, they are still bamboo shoots!
Generally speaking, the higher the overall level of a place, the broader the definition of "young people" becomes.
As long as the descendants of the Golden Roc King are not too useless, they can grow to the Realm Emperor stage, so at Golden Roc Ridge, people at the Realm Emperor stage are considered young people. Even those at the early quasi-Emperor stage can also be considered young people.
At this moment, a Great Roc flew in from all directions, and then one by one transformed into human form, standing properly behind the Golden Roc King.
"Ancestor."
"Great-grandfather."
"Grandfather."
"Father."
The young people addressed the Golden Roc King in different ways, truly a multigenerational gathering, competing on the same stage.
Many young people seemed similar in age, but their seniority was vastly different, creating a particularly peculiar scene.
No way around it.
The Golden Roc King grows stronger with age, continually bearing offspring.
Full of vitality, continuously generating new life!
"Guests have come to challenge you all, now give it your all, no matter win or lose, the competition comes first, friendship second."
The Golden Roc King said sternly.
"Yes!"
These young people responded in unison, not noticing the subtle peculiarity in the Golden Roc King’s words.
Perhaps even the Golden Roc King didn’t realize his mistake—Qin Chuan certainly did, but he pretended not to hear.
At this moment, he became infinitely accommodating.
"Go ahead."
Qin Chuan looked at Qin Zi and smiled.
"Watch closely!"
Qin Zi replied with a confident smile, then rubbed his palms together, leapt into the air, and landed on the floating battle platform ahead.
"Who will come first?"
Qin Zi stood arrogantly in the center of the battle platform, extending a hand, his gaze haughtily scanning the crowd, commanding respect from all directions.
The young people of Golden Roc Ridge looked at each other without attacking immediately, but instead communicated in secret.
"This person is not simple."
"Who exactly is he? I have no impression of him."
"This young man in black, and the white-clad middle-aged man behind him, they seem like father and son, but why do I feel a resemblance to that one..."
"Impossible!"
"If it were that Great Demon from the White Crane Celestial Palace, he would have long started a massacre, he wouldn’t be so polite to the Ancestor!"
"Hmm, he must be some hidden expert."
After a brief exchange and speculation, they defined Qin Chuan as a hidden expert, decisively avoiding the correct answer.
With this.
They felt much less pressured, ready to let loose in a grand battle.
"I’ll contend with you!"
The first to step up was a Seven Tribulations Emperor, his entire body shining with golden light, like a sun rushing onto the battlefield.
The momentum was astonishing.
However, before he could land, a massive force acted on his face, causing him to spin backward.
"Boom!"
He collided headfirst into a distant mountain, embedding himself inside, barely alive.
"With a cultivation lower than mine, you dare to step up? Do you think... I can be defeated by lower levels?"
Qin Zi sneered disdainfully.
"Boom!"
With a wave of his hand, the aura of a Nine Tribulations Emperor surged into the sky, transforming into a beam of light that shot into the high heavens, setting the sky awhirl with clouds!
"Nine Tribulations Emperor!"
"Underestimated him, his aura is too hidden, we couldn’t see his true cultivation level before."
"Could his strength be greater than ours?"
"He must be using some Secret Technique, our Little Ancestor couldn’t even discern it, no matter how strong he is, he can’t be stronger than Little Ancestor."
"Right, Little Ancestor is a quasi-Emperor!"
The young people of Golden Roc Ridge discussed as they frequently glanced at a magnificent golden-robed youth in the crowd.
That was their Little Ancestor—the youngest son of the Golden Roc King, Little Roc King, who had just turned sixty and already broken into the quasi-Emperor realm!
And at this moment.
Listening to the discussions, Little Roc King also furrowed his brow slightly, as he indeed could not gauge this person’s depth just now.
However, he thought the same as others—that this person must be using a technique to hide his true cultivation.
Otherwise, he couldn’t possibly have hidden it from him.
Absolutely impossible!
"I’ll battle you!"
A Nine Tribulations Emperor soared into the air, swiftly landing on the battle platform and launching an attack at Qin Zi.
"Golden Roc Heaven-Tearing Technique!"
He roared, and from above his head emerged a Golden-winged Roc, radiating brilliant golden light, clawing towards Qin Zi.
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
The entire body of the Golden-winged Roc radiated sharpness, seeming to slice through everything in its path, especially its massive talons glinting with a metallic sheen, as if truly capable of tearing the heavens apart!
"Is this supposed to tear the heavens? I’ll tear you apart!"
Qin Zi growled lowly, abruptly clawing at the sky with both hands, conjuring two massive energy hands that seized the diving Golden-winged Roc and exerted force to pull it apart.
"Rip—"
The Golden-winged Roc was instantly torn in half, spilling a spray of golden blood, a shocking scene.
"Got you!"
At that moment, a figure appeared in front of Qin Zi, delivering a punch to his abdomen, showing an exhilarated expression.
But in the next moment.
The excitement on his face froze, for he discovered the person he hit did not fly back.
He struggled to lift his head, only to see Qin Zi smiling at him, and then a sharp gust of wind swept forth.
"Smack—"
"Arluhluhluhluh..."
Pain shot through his face, and his body spun like a top, flying backwards while the gust filled his mouth, causing his tongue to spin, emitting strange sounds.
(This sound can reference "100,000 Cold Jokes" when Li Jing and Taiyi Zhenren were slapped and sent flying by Nezha.)
"Too weak."
Qin Zi stood still, twisting his right wrist with his left hand, calmly saying.
"Stop being arrogant!"
"I’ll battle you!"
The young people of Golden Roc Ridge, always proud, were filled with fury at being so slighted, and someone else charged up.
But quickly, they were defeated once again.
Utterly overwhelmed.
"I’ll go!"
A powerful peak Emperor was about to step up, but Qin Zi waved dismissively: "No need, you’re far from being qualified, it would be meaningless to come up, it’d be better if you came."
He finished, pointing his right finger at the silently standing figure in the crowd, seemingly aloof... Little Roc King!
Wow!
The crowd was shocked, looking at Qin Zi in disbelief.
"What, he wants to challenge the Little Ancestor?!"
"Utter arrogance!"
"Hmph, who does he think he is, challenging a quasi-Emperor level being at a lower level, does he really believe everyone else is incompetent?"
"Little Ancestor has always been extraordinarily gifted, astonishing in the Emperor realm, now having ascended to a quasi-Emperor, how could he tolerate such insolence?"
These people were very angry.
But the challenged Little Roc King remained calm.
He slowly looked at Qin Zi, his golden eyes appearing somewhat indifferent, like a deity overlooking ants, faintly saying: "You are a talent, why disgrace yourself?"