Chapter 883: Eighth-Rank Master Zongshi? How Is That Possible?!

"Too arrogant!"

"A cowardly lizard? Lei Di merely ignored you before!"

"That's right—don't think you're that strong!"

"......"

To ensure optimal viewing experience, sound-collecting devices were installed everywhere around the arena.

Meng Ke's utterly arrogant remarks spread without restraint throughout the stadium, instantly igniting fury among all spectators, who began voicing their condemnation.

"Indigenous? Merely remnants of the last era, yet acting so superior."

In the VIP suite, Su Qingli's voice was icy.

Nearby, Ling Shuang, Song Qiuyun, and Jiang Chuxuan also looked displeased.

Ordinary spectators might not know what "indigenous" meant, but they, having learned the opponent's origins from Xu Jingming, understood perfectly.

Using such a term to describe them was undeniably the height of arrogance.

"Old brother is as flamboyant as ever."

In another VIP lounge, Meng Yu, tall and standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, shook her head at the sight.

Though she too had defeated many prodigies, including Catherine.

But never in any match had she acted with such arrogance.

Of course,

she didn't think this behavior was particularly problematic.

After all, for today's Blue Planet, whether in technology or martial cultivation, their Jin Nation led the world.

Calling them "indigenous" wasn't unreasonable.

"Pity this young man—he's quite handsome, yet destined only to become our stepping stone."

But after completing the High Priestess's mission and fully opening the passage, we could invite him to join our Firebrand Temple."

"With the strength he's shown, he should pass the temple's 'Bright Light' certification."

Gazing at the composed, upright figure below, Meng Yu's beautiful eyes flickered with faint admiration.

She and Meng Ke were both Bright Light level; Ge Lin was the higher Radiant Light level.

Above that lay the even higher Aurora level.

Yet within the temple, where prodigies were countless, only one person had ever passed the Aurora certification...

In the arena, Meng Ke heard the tsunami of angry voices surging toward him.

Yet his expression didn't change—even grew more arrogant:

"Did I say anything wrong?"

"Of the 24 opponents I've fought before, not one could fight!"

If you can find even one person of the same rank stronger than me, or someone younger who can defeat me—"

"I wouldn't be standing here talking to you now."

Meng Ke's words echoed throughout the stadium.

This time, he wasn't speaking to Xu Jingming—he was speaking to every spectator in the stadium!

When his voice fell silent, the entire stadium, hundreds of millions of spectators, fell into silence.

Indeed, Meng Ke was right.

In the past half-month, Meng Ke had fought 24 matches.

Among them were S-class Eighth-Rank Grand Masters from America, A-class Eighth-Rank Peak Grand Masters from Bear Nation, and hidden prodigies from the EU!

Only a Ninth-Rank Martial Saint had been spared—but not one had defeated him.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you."

"I'm 26 years old this year, and I won't turn 27 for another two months."

Meng Ke's voice rang out again, delivering a bombshell!

"My god, he's only 26? Already at Seventh-Rank Peak?"

"Incredible—what country does this Firebrand Temple belong to?"

"Oh no, I feel like Lei Di might be struggling."

"......"

After an adept breaks into the high ranks, their lifespan extends, and their appearance grows younger.

Thus, though Meng Ke looked very young, many had guessed his true age exceeded 30.

Yet no one expected him to be only 26!

Moreover, from his demeanor, there was no reason for him to lie about his age.

"As for you, Xu Jingming—you'll merely be another prodigy I crush beneath my feet."

Meng Ke shifted his gaze back to Xu Jingming.

He tried to detect some emotional fluctuation on his face, but Xu Jingming remained utterly calm.

Not a single ripple of emotion—his earlier words seemed like empty noise, having no effect whatsoever.

"This guy's composure is impressive."

Meng Ke was surprised.

Though arrogant, when facing Xu Jingming, he still treated him as an equal-level opponent.

His earlier words were meant only to disrupt Xu Jingming's mindset and gain an edge.

Yet he hadn't expected the other to remain unmoved.

"Fine—if it doesn't affect you, then I'll just crush you outright."

Meng Ke's gaze sharpened.

He stood in place, no longer speaking.

Several dozen seconds passed quickly, and under the expectant gazes of the crowd, the entire stadium echoed with the final countdown:

"Both sides, prepare yourselves. 3... 2... 1... Begin!"

Boom!!

Meng Ke was the first to activate his ability.

His body suddenly swelled to over four meters tall, and dense, tiny scales emerged on his exposed face.

A pair of enormous flesh-wings sprouted from his back; his hands transformed into sharp dragon claws, and his eyes became amber-colored dragon slits!

"Tremble, Xu Jingming! This is my SS-rank ability — 'Extreme-Wing Black Dragon'!"

The wings behind Meng Ke snapped open, their ten-plus-meter span delivering a fierce visual impact.

At the same time,

A fierce aura belonging to the peak of the seventh rank erupted from his body!

Whoosh—

The wings beat down, and the air currents swept outward.

His entire figure shot skyward, in no rush to charge at Xu Jingming.

Instead, he flew to midair, brazenly displaying his powerful form.

He looked down at Xu Jingming from a lofty, superior angle, his eyes brimming with a sense of superiority.

His Extreme-Wing Black Dragon was an enhancement-type SS-rank ability, paired with his SSS-rank Body-Forging Art, which he had cultivated to an extremely high level.

He was confident that Xu Jingming's Lei Ting could not easily wound him!

"Fight! Fight! You, the number one prodigy of Blue Star, will eventually be trampled beneath my feet!"

His wanton voice rang out as Meng Ke transformed into a black phantom, hurtling toward Xu Jingming like a meteorite.

However, just at that moment.

A sudden clap of thunder exploded, and an overwhelmingly powerful aura erupted from several thousand meters away!

Spreading out like a shockwave, it instantly filled the entire stadium.

That cold yet powerful aura made everyone hold their breath; Meng Ke, who had been flying rapidly through midair, even came to an abrupt halt.

He stared in shock at the tall young man's figure across from him, wreathed in black lightning, his voice turning shrill with astonishment:

"You're actually an eighth-rank Master Zongshi?? How is that possible?!!"