The Favored Son of Heaven

Chapter 412: Emperor, True Dragon, Madman

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

The Sacred Martial Hall: a unique small martial dao world. The social environment here was completely different from the outside world; it could be said to be a small self-containing world.

As for the platforms, it was said that this basic infrastructure could be seen almost anywhere in the Sacred Martial Hall. It was like the once-popular professional baseball, where you could see small baseball venues everywhere. It was also like the once most popular NBA basketball, where small basketball courts could be seen everywhere.

Besides the fragmented construction of the small platforms, the Sacred Martial Hall had also set up some relatively large platforms for martial artists of Sacred Martial Hall to engage in a certain degree of selection battles.

Other than the comparatively small auditorium, the platforms in the Outer Sacred Martial Hall were not much different from the platforms in the Inner Sacred Martial Hall.

The diameter of the circular platform was about a hundred meters. The building material was made of a special composite of high-tech material that was not metal nor stone. The color made it look like a gray concrete platform. There were no guardrails around it to prevent people from falling off the platform and there was no fur carpet.

There were some dark red spots on top of the gray composite high-tech material and there were also some irregular red marks. Anyone who went near it could smell the scent of blood.

Qin Fen walked around the platform gently. If the Sacred Martial Hall wanted to remove these mottled bloodstains, it would probably be a very easy thing to do, yet they didn’t clear the bloodstains left from each battle. They probably wanted to warn every martial artist that a battle was not like drinking with a guest. Be it bloody injury or even death, all of those could happen here.

Qin Fen reached out and touched the edge of the platform gently. The cold temperature entered his body through his palm. The feeling of the platform felt as if it was seventy to eighty percent cement yet it was slightly different from cement.

The weakest martial artist in Sacred Martial Hall had the strength of seven stars. If reinforced concrete was really used as the platform material, a professional construction team may have to stay here permanently.

Otherwise, after a fierce battle, the platform would be riddled with holes and could not be used anymore.

A short but urgent dragon cry vibrated through the air and spread throughout the platform.

The martial artists of building one hundred and twenty-two who were in the auditorium straightened their waists subconsciously and looked up into the distance.

The sound of the dragon cry vibrated in the air and the shadow of the Little Dragon King Yang Lie had appeared in the eyes of everyone.

Without a clean and tidy warrior outfit to change into, Yang Lie wore a broken warrior outfit on his body. It didn’t affect his heroic temperament and it even added a bit of a special look.

Qin Fen carefully assessed Yang Lie, the companion whom he had not seen for many days. His body shape was a little thinner than before yet it did not give people the impression that he was sick and thin. Instead, it gave people a more and strong refined feeling.

Standing there casually, anyone who faced Yang Lie would feel like he was a sword without a scabbard! His sharp aura cut through the air and deeply pierced the outer layer of the human skin.

After not seeing him for many days, Yang Lie’s whole spirit seems to have been tempered by flames and it gave people a sense of change beyond recognition.

“Everyone, how have you all been these days?” Yang Lie’s voice was like a great bell, he held both his fists and pushed forward gently. The young martial artists sitting in the audience seat suddenly felt a wave of air pushing on their chests and slight oppression was felt on their chests.

A little fascination shone in Qin Fen’s eyes. This fist of Yang Lie’s didn’t actually launch the true punch’s pressure, it was the aura that faintly gave people an illusion. It seemed that Asura’s special training really gave his overall strength a big boost in a short amount of time.

Caesar felt Yang Lie’s strong desire to attack when he performed his move. He smirked and said to Yang Lie, “Little Dragon King, it’s not just you who has been working hard these past few days.”