Supremacy Starts With The Mysterious System

Many young disciples were already rubbing their fists, waiting for this day to show off their skills!    

Powerful young disciples would be heavily nurtured by their families, and they would inevitably become a High Level of the Spiritual Martial Stage expert. On the other hand, weak disciples would be sent to remote villages to take care of some useless properties.    

The Grand Competition this time was an opportunity, and it would also be a nightmare.    

"Have you heard? The Patriarch will bestow the Mortal High Grade Martial Skill to the champion of this competition!"    

"Mortal High Grade Martial Skill? I heard that our Han family only has one or two sets, right?"    

"Who says so? It seems like the family has made up their mind to nurture a powerful successor this time."    

"It seems like Qin Shuang's limelight was too great a while ago, causing the higher ups of the family to feel uneasy." Someone exposed the mystery.    

"So what? Isn't I, Mr Han Feng, here?" A clear female voice was heard. Everyone turned to look at the source of the voice. Their eyes involuntarily froze. Soon after, they smiled and said:    

"Although that Han Feng fellow has stepped into the ranks of martial practitioners, it has been too short a time. It is likely that he will not have any achievements."    

"It is said that he defeated Han Jue last time." Someone recalled this and said.    

"Yes, yes, yes. I saw it with my own eyes." Another person chimed in from the side.    

"Then what? Han Jue's mind was too weak. Although his cultivation base was high, he didn't know how to use it. Han Feng had defeated his mind with just a few words. It was normal for someone like him to lose. " Someone said with disdain.    

" Indeed. " Everyone nodded their heads. They had also heard the news of Han Jue being unable to recover from the setback. This man's analysis was very reasonable. With Han Jue's disposition, failure was inevitable. It seemed like the previous reputation was just a rumor.    

Siling didn't argue with these people. She knew what Han Feng was really like.    

In the past, she was rescued by Elder Han Xuan and brought back to the Han family. Almost no one paid attention to her, a wild child who came from an unknown place. Only Han Feng had a sincere relationship with her.    

She knew the most about what kind of unyielding and unyielding tenacity was on that seemingly weak and weak shoulder.    

Although her status in the Han family had improved, and many people were willing to befriend her, the people closest to her were still Han Feng and Siqiu.    

"Mr Han Feng, this competition should be the place where you shine." Siling whispered. No one knew Han Feng's true strength. She knew very well that Han Feng's strength had improved by leaps and bounds recently. Even the three great geniuses of Han family weren't inferior to him.    

As for the news of Han Feng being accepted by Jiuqing as an in-name disciple, very few people knew about it, but the people of Qin family wouldn't tell them.    

Han Feng's light had concealed Qin Shuang's light. It was a great humiliation to the Qin family, so they kept their mouths shut.    

In the eyes of the people of Han family, Han Feng was still useless. As for concocting the Heart Clearing Liquid, it might have something to do with his father.    

Regarding the matter of Han Feng's father, the upper echelons of the Han family kept it a secret. As for the younger generation, they didn't know much about it. They only knew that Han Feng's father had offended someone in the past, and his whereabouts were unknown.    

Han Feng had also come to this place. The Han family's martial stage had a circumference of several dozen zhang. He was standing below the stage, waiting for the start of the competition.    

Han Feng, who was carrying a sharp sword, had a profound look in his eyes.    

A terrifying Qi suddenly emerged from his body. Immediately after, Han Feng and the others saw the elders of Han family, who were High Level of the Spiritual Martial Stage warriors, walking towards them. The pressure from their bodies seemed to be able to crush anyone who stood in their way.    

Even the number one elder of the Han family, Han Xiu, was only at the Peak of Spiritual Martial Stage Level Six, and had yet to break through to the Spiritual Martial Stage Level Seven.    

The difference between the intermediate and high grade seemed like a word, but in fact, there was a huge difference between them. Only by stepping into the Spiritual Martial Stage Level Seven could one be considered a true expert.    

Han Feng recognized the leader of the group. He was his uncle, Han Pojun, and also the current patriarch of the Han family, a Spiritual Martial Stage Level Nine.    

It was a pity that Han Pojun had never given his nephew a second glance. So what if he was a trash with no cultivation base, even if he was a direct descendant of the Han family?    

However, today, Han Feng felt that Han Pojun's gaze was fixed on him, as if there was a profound meaning behind it.    

Apart from that, Han Feng also felt a hidden killing intent locking onto him. Han Feng released his soul force and found out that the killing intent actually came from the elder's seat.    

Han Jue's father, Han Dong, was a Spiritual Martial Stage Level Seven.    

Han Feng wasn't surprised by this. He had damaged Han Jue's will, so it was normal for Han Dong to have killing intent towards him.    

"I didn't expect you to become a warrior. Did you really obtain some kind of secret treasure on that mountain?" A terrifying pressure fell on Han Feng's body. He let out a muffled groan and sneered.    

"Elder Han Gong, you went there personally that day. You know best whether there are any secret treasures or not."    

"Humph." Han Gong coldly harrumphed and said, "Regarding the matter of Han Ya, should we settle the score properly?"    

"Elder Han Gong, do seniors have to interfere in the sparring between juniors?" Han Feng purposely spoke aloud so that everyone could hear him.    

Sure enough, Han Gong's old face turned red, and he couldn't hold it in anymore. He said coldly, "Since it's a sparring match, why did you use such a heavy hand to cripple his cultivation?"    

Han Feng's lips curved into a smile, "That day, Han Ya brought a few young men who were stronger than me, and they all rushed forward. I could only use my full strength, but I didn't expect that my punches and kicks would be blind and hurt him. I can only blame him for being too weak. "    

Everyone was laughing in their hearts. This Elder Han Gong really wanted to humiliate himself.    

"What a glib tongue, Little Rascal!" Elder Han Gong was furious. Immediately, he unleashed a terrifying aura and pressed down on Han Feng.    

"What's the matter? Why are you so noisy?" On the elder's seat, when the patriarch, Han Pojun saw this scene, his eyes paused for a moment. Then, he shouted loudly. An invisible force swept out and knocked Han Gong's force away.    

"Once the competition is over, I will settle the score with you. Let's see whether you are good at talking or my martial arts!" Elder Han Gong waved his sleeve and walked toward the elder's seat.    

Han Feng smiled faintly and didn't take it to heart.    

When he cultivated the Devil Dao, everything would follow his heart. Sometimes, he had no choice but to make a move. On the path of martial arts, he was destined to trample on countless people before he could reach the top. Han Ya wasn't even worthy of his eyes.    

Han Feng's eyes swept across the crowd, but he did not find any trace of Uncle Han Yuu.    

"Although Uncle Han Yuu isn't an elder of the family, his Spiritual Martial Stage Level Nine cultivation base is only stronger than the patriarch's. Why didn't he come?"    

Although he was a little puzzled, Han Feng quickly turned his attention back to the competition.    

At this moment, in the elder's seating area, an old man with an agile body leaped over and landed on the fighting stage. His cultivation base was even more shocking, he was actually a Spiritual Martial Stage Level Nine!    

"That's... Elder Han Xuan?" Someone recognized this elder.    

Although Han Xuan liked to wander outside and rarely stayed in the family, there were still some young disciples who recognized him.    

What surprised them was that Elder Han Xuan's strength had actually broken through to the Spiritual Martial Stage Level Nine, becoming the true top force of the Han family.    

No one would be unconvinced if he was the one in charge of this competition.    

"Silence." Elder Han Xuan spoke calmly. However, there was a magic that seemed to be able to suppress everything, causing the entire place to instantly quieten down.    

Elder Han Xuan's dignified gaze swept across the entire scene. However, a kind smile appeared on his face.    

"This competition is a grand event for our Han family. The participating disciples are under 18 years old, and there are a total of 352 people participating in this competition."    

"Next, I will draw lots. Two contestants will be selected for each competition, and the middle and low ranked warriors will compete separately."    

As Elder Han Xuan's voice faded, a person respectfully handed over a box. Inside the box were the names of all the low ranked warriors participating in this competition, and Han Xuan would draw them.    

Everyone's pupils shrunk, and their hearts were somewhat perturbed.    

Most of the low level warriors were not older than fifteen years old. If there were seventeen or eighteen years old young men who were still at the low level of Spiritual Martial Stage, they would be sent to a remote mountain village.    

"In the first battle, Han Zi will fight Han Liu Er first." Elder Han Xuan opened the paper and announced.    

Swoosh! Swoosh!    

Two figures flashed onto the fighting stage. Both of them were at the age of fourteen or fifteen, and their cultivation base had also reached the Spiritual Martial Stage Level Three.    

It was worth mentioning that these two were the grandsons of the elders in the family. Therefore, although the crowd wasn't looking forward to it, they were still interested in it.    

On the elder seats, the two elders were also secretly competing with each other. Both of them looked at each other, and both of them were colliding in the air with pride.    

"Let's begin." Elder Han Xuan left the fighting stage, but his eyes were still fixed on the two young men. He didn't dare to be distracted at all.    

"Han Liu Er, take my sword!" Han Zixian held a black steel sword in his hand and took the lead to slash out. A stream of sword qi swept out toward Han Liuer.    

"This black steel sword is most likely a Quasi-Mortal weapon. This elder is really willing to give it up." Han Feng nodded his head and thought to himself. A Quasi-Mortal weapon was the highest grade weapon that a low Spiritual Martial Stage could use.    

"Insignificant skill." Han Liuer threw out a punch in a domineering manner, directly blowing away the airflow that was rushing towards him. After that, a red light gathered in his fist, and it shot out like a flame.    

"It's the Scarlet Flame Fist." Han Feng narrowed his eyes. This was a low level Quasi-Mortal martial skill. Clearly, both of them had their own hidden trump cards.    

After all, their grandfather was an elder of their clan. There were quite a number of resources that they could obtain for them.    

Both of their fists punched at each other, tearing the air apart. The power of the sword seemed to be able to cut through everything, and the terrifying heat contained in their fists seemed to want to burn the entire fighting stage.    

"What a handsome martial arts skill." Someone praised.    

Han Feng also admired these two people in his heart. However, with his Sword Dao attainments, he quickly discovered the flaws in Han Zixian's moves.    

"This sword strike is not skilled enough. Otherwise, it would have cut off Han Liu Er's palm." Han Feng whispered. The sword was the king of weapons, and its power was all-conquering. Obviously, Han Zixian didn't use the intent of the sword.    

"What an arrogant kid!" A strong young man behind him said coldly, causing Han Feng to turn around and look at him.    

"My son's sword technique is so profound, how can you understand it? You are still boasting shamelessly." This strong youth looked to be the same age as Han Zi Xian. When he heard Han Feng's words, his heart was filled with anger as he coldly said.    

"So, you know more about swords than me?" Han Feng mocked with disdain. Although each person's martial arts were different, there were always similarities. He observed Han Zixian's sword and comprehended his own Dao. Why not? Furthermore, since he was competing in front of everyone, he should be aware. The reason why he pointed out your problem is actually to help you.    

"I've heard of you. You crippled Han Ya a few months ago, right? I have been in seclusion for two months, and only then did I break through to the Peak of Spiritual Martial Stage Level Three. I would like to see how strong your cultivation base is." A hint of disdain flashed across the robust youth's eyes.    

"Up to you." Han Feng casually said, causing the strong youth's expression to become even colder.    

However, Han Feng turned his gaze slightly and smiled bitterly. It turned out that the people sitting around him were all low Spiritual Martial Stage warriors, and he didn't release any Qi from his cultivation base. No wonder this strong youth looked down on him.    

"I lost." After exchanging hundreds of blows, Han Liu Er helplessly admitted defeat under the attack of his opponent's sword.    

After the two of them left the stage, Elder Han Xuan wanted to continue drawing lots. At this moment, the strong youth stepped onto the fighting stage and asked Elder Han Xuan, "Elder, can I challenge one person?"    

"Sure."    

The strong young man pointed at Han Feng and said, "You're called Han Feng, right? Get up here!" The strong young man pointed at Han Feng and said, but the latter didn't move at all, as if he hadn't heard him.    

The strong youth was just about to make a sarcastic remark when he heard Elder Han Xuan's impolite voice.    

"You are not qualified to challenge him. Get down!"