688: C688 World Stage

C688 World Stage

"Hmm, this Chen Feng is not bad, he's very strong!"

William narrowed his eyes in interest. He had heard Chen Feng's name a long time ago, a man charging into the East Ocean alone to save people's lives. He must have killed two powerful Divine Ranking later on.

From that time on, William had told Evelyn to keep prying into Chen Feng, he had already treated him as his opponent.

"One more thing. Recently, the World Level Martial Arts Organization suddenly sent out a message that the number of people participating in this competition has tripled!"

"Hehe, no matter, it is just some clowns. It doesn't matter even if they are the people that were chosen before. Those people are destined to become green leaves to serve as a foil for the strong in this competition!"

"Evelyn, in the next few days, you have to investigate Chen Feng thoroughly. You have to investigate all the forces that are hostile to him, find out what kind of enemies are there, which ones are participating in this competition, and also make a simple assessment of their strength!"

"Yes, leader!"

Evelyn was puzzled. She hesitated for a second and asked, "With your strength, you can definitely win this competition. Why are you still trying to find out about this?"

"Nothing, I'm just afraid that Chen Feng will die too soon!"

From William's words, it could be seen that in his eyes, Chen Feng was like a person sentenced to death. However, it would be his regret if he didn't end up fighting with Chen Feng.

"This subordinate understands!"

Evelyn suddenly realized that with William's cultivation base, only by killing someone at the same cultivation level who was as famous as him would it be worth it.

South America, in the primeval forest.

There was a man dressed like a primitive man walking in the dense forest.

The leather skirt he was wearing was that of an adult leopard. After being beaten to death, he would peel off its skin and wear it.

He held a stone axe in his hand. As he walked, he would wave it and the branches or trees in front would break, opening up a path for him to walk.

In the rain of the primeval forest, there were many wild beasts, but no matter which wild beast met him, they all revealed a terrified expression. Flee immediately.

All of this was because of the killing intent emitted by the young man. The killing intent from his body had almost turned into substance, causing all living creatures to shudder whenever they felt it.

Furthermore, the sense of smell of the animals was extremely sensitive. They could smell the blood of their own kind on the young man. Moreover, these beasts did not lack intelligence. They had seen the bloody scene of the young man killing his own kind.

The young man held his stone axe like a war god. There were no animals that could be stopped wherever he went. Soon, he passed through the primeval forest and walked out.

What entered his eyes was a boundless prairie. The young man took a deep breath and walked off.

There were many wooden houses scattered across the plain. In the distance, many people could be seen walking around. Some people were dressed the same as the young man.

The young man walked towards the grass hut. Occasionally, people would walk past him, and he would reply with a smile on his face. At this moment, his demeanor was completely different from before.

"Baka, the chief said to meet him as soon as you're back!"

In the distance, a middle-aged man saw Baka and shouted.

The young man called Baca answered and walked towards the center of the wooden house.

In the middle of the room was a wooden house. The house was very big and was blocked by a stone wall. It was very different from the other houses. This was where the tribe leader lived.

Barka walked into the room, only to see a gray-haired old man standing there.

"Baka greets the leader. Why did you call me here?"

The old man slowly opened his eyes. Barka did not dare to hesitate and immediately bowed.

This old man was the clan leader and also Barka's grandfather. He looked at Barker with eyes filled with love and pride.1

"Little Baka, you're already twenty-four years old this year. If you stay in the tribe, you won't be able to expand your horizons. It's time for you to go out and challenge the tribe!"

Baca was stunned and said, "Chief … …. Grandfather, where do you want me to go? "

"This time's world-class martial arts competition will be held at the Vatican City. If you go anywhere to represent us Indians in the competition, you have already reached the Middle Period of Converting Force Stage. I do not require you to achieve a final victory, but to participate in this competition, I believe that your strength will increase a little!"

"Grandpa, don't worry, I won't embarrass the Indians!"

Baca's face was filled with confidence.

"Alright!"

Hearing Baka's reply, the smile on the old man's face grew even wider. He continued, "Tomorrow, your uncle Olli will give it to you. You should go back and pack up first!"

The next day, Baca got up early and waited outside. When Uncle Ollie was ready, the two of them rode the leopard and left the tribe. This was the first time Baca left the tribe and was full of yearning for the outside world.

In a distant place, Egypt, an ancient palace.

An old man wearing a black robe sat on a chair with a staff in his hand. He looked down and said, "Child, you will be leaving here tomorrow. You are going to represent us in the world-class Martial Arts Competition!"

The old man's voice wasn't loud, but it gave people the feeling that he couldn't be refused.

Indeed, as a pharaoh of Egypt, he was extremely famous. He was also the only one who had inherited the ancient heritage of Egypt. He was extremely powerful, and in this country, he was the god. All his subjects obeyed him.

At the bottom of the temple was a young man who immediately dropped to his knees to kowtow upon hearing the words spoken by Patriarch Dharma.

"As you wish, Lord Law!"

He looked into the distance and said, "It has been many years since we have participated in such a competition, but this time it is different. After the competition, it will affect some things, so we must participate. My request to you is not to lose this country's reputation."

"Sir Pharaoh, don't worry. If Ferdinand doesn't take back a rank, he'll rather not live in this world anymore!"

The young man knelt on the ground, his voice filled with confidence and piety.

"Hahaha, there's no need for that. You just need to do your best. Go back, pack your things, and set off!"

Hearing Pharaoh's words, Ferdinand hurriedly stood up from the ground, nodded his head in acknowledgement, and left the hall.

The Eastern Ocean was separated by a sea of Huaxia Country.

Within one of the palaces in the East Ocean Continent, a young man dressed in the battle robes of the East Ocean Continent sat cross-legged on the ground. His body was motionless, and if one didn't look closely at his body, they would think that he had passed away.

Next to the young man was an ancient looking blade. This blade looked quite ordinary, but it was actually one of the most famous blades in the East Ocean Continent.

"Creak!"

The door to the youth's room was pushed open and an old man in a military uniform walked in.

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