My Brother's the Protagonist? Good Thing I Awakened My System!

Chapter 202 Dragon and Phoenix Competition - Fifth Round Ends

Chapter 202  Dragon and Phoenix Competition - Fifth Round Ends

The arena was silent for a moment, stunned by the unexpected result.

Then, the crowd erupted into a cacophony of cheers, gasps, and heated discussions.

"The Feng Clan is terrifying!"

"Not only do they possess unparalleled techniques, but they even equip their younger generation with High Earth-Grade artifacts!"

"Just how deep is the Feng Clan's foundation?"

"Isn't this the first time in this competition someone has defeated an opponent with a higher cultivation level?"

"Yeah! Even without the artifact, Feng Jianhong didn't seem to lose out to Shen Ming."

The murmurs grew louder as the implications of the match sank in.

Many sects and clans had long regarded the Feng Clan as a group rich in talent but lacking the resources to fully support their prodigies. Yet, this Competition proved otherwise.

Six participants in the fifth round, mastery over profound techniques, and now the revelation that even their younger members wielded treasures coveted by entire sects—it was clear that the Feng Clan was not just strong but a behemoth that had been underestimated for far too long.

However, just as when the Feng Clan participants showcased their techniques, many individuals began greedily coveting Feng Jianhong's artifact—perhaps even more so this time. Among them were some of the most powerful cultivators in attendance.

After all, High Earth-Grade artifacts were exceedingly rare and precious, typically owned only by prestigious sects like the Mystic Flame Sect or influential clans like the Ling Clan.

Shen Ming struggled to his feet, his face pale and body trembling. His humiliation was palpable as he glared at Feng Jianhong, who stood calmly with his sword sheathed.

"You…!" Shen Ming's voice was hoarse, and his arrogance was replaced by bitterness. "How… how does someone like you have such a weapon?"

He firmly believed that, if not for Feng Jianhong's weapon, victory would have been his.

Of course, he conveniently ignored the fact that he had been the first to rely on an Earth-grade weapon to gain an advantage.

Had he won with his artifact, he would have undoubtedly credited his victory to his own abilities, dismissing the role of the weapon entirely.

He was the very embodiment of hypocrisy!

The Shen Clan elders were equally shaken.

"How is this possible?"

One elder muttered, his voice trembling. "A High Earth-Grade weapon… and they gave it to a mere junior? What kind of resources does the Feng Clan possess?"

Although the Shen Clan also had weapons of the same grade, they would never entrust them to their younger generation, even if they were unparalleled geniuses.

Their gazes turned toward the Feng Clan elders, who sat with serene expressions, their confidence unshaken.

Shen Rui stormed up to her brother, her face twisted with fury.

"Brother, how could you lose to him? You said you'd get revenge for me! Is this what you meant?"

Shen Ming, already crushed in spirit, couldn't handle his sister's harsh words.

"You…!"

"Brother, how could you lose to someone with a lower cultivation level? You've ruined our reputation!"

"Enough, Rui!" one of the Shen elders snapped, silencing her. "Don't disgrace us further! Let's go!"

Another elder stepped forward to carry Shen Ming, who was too injured—and too mentally broken—to walk.

Losing Ling Meiyu or Gao Mingrui might not have shattered him, as they hailed from equally strong clans and sects with higher cultivation levels.

But Feng Jianhong? To Shen Ming, Feng Jianhong was inferior in every way.

Yet, he had still lost.

Feng Jianhong returned to the Feng Clan's VIP room, where he was met with praise from his clan members.

As he sat down, he couldn't help but reflect on the match. While his victory was decisive, he knew it wasn't solely his strength that had carried him through.

Without the weapon's help, the outcome would have been uncertain—a 50-50 chance at best.

Artifacts were undeniably considered part of one's strength, but Feng Jianhong still aspired to win without relying on such aids.

Yet, facing Shen Ming and his Earth-Grade weapon without his own would have been foolish.

( I still have a long way to go…) Feng Jianhong thought, clenching his fists. He has shown almost his full strength to defeat Shen Ming.

If he encountered someone who is stronger than Shen Ming, he might not be able to win.

The next match was announced, featuring Feng Yun. His opponent, however, was from the same clan.

Predictably, the competition saw its first surrender before the fight even began.

It was understandable.

Who would waste time-fighting a fellow clan member when they already knew each other's strengths?

By surrendering, the participants could preserve their energy and avoid revealing their techniques, ensuring the stronger one had the best chance in later rounds.

For instance, if Feng Mei and Feng Yun were to fight, both would expose their trump cards—something that would only benefit their competitors.

The audience, while slightly disappointed, also praised the Feng Clan.

After all, it wasn't easy for one clan to have so many participants in the fifth round that they had to face each other.

Perhaps it is the first time in the history of Dragon and Phoenix Ranking that something like this happened.

The next fight was announced, and once again, the Feng Clan's name echoed across the arena.

This made three matches in a row featuring Feng Clan members.

Just made to remind everyone that Feng Clan's participants were abundant even in this round.

"Yuan Ziyan of the Yuan Clan versus Feng Qiyue of the Feng Clan!"

The announcement stirred the crowd, and anticipation filled the air.

As the match began, both participants wasted no time showcasing their skills. The arena lit up with dazzling techniques, the clash of their auras reverberating through the stands.

Feng Qiyue being at the Initial Grand Qi Condensation Realm, the outcome seemed inevitable.

Even Feng Xiaoyu, who is stronger than Feng Qiyue, was defeated by Yuan Ziyan.

However, Feng Qiyue proved to be a formidable opponent. Her movements were precise, and her techniques were executed with grace and determination. At one point, she forced Yuan Ziyan onto the defensive, nearly turning the tide of the battle. Gasps echoed from the audience as they realized just how close Yuan Ziyan came to losing.

In the end, Yuan Ziyan's superior cultivation prevailed. A powerful strike overwhelmed Feng Qiyue, sending her staggering back and forcing her to concede.

While the result was as expected, the match left a deep impression on everyone.

"Feng Qiyue fought well!"

"To think she could push Yuan Ziyan to that extent despite the gap in cultivation!"

"The Feng Clan's younger generation is truly extraordinary. Even in defeat, they shine."

Feng Qiyue returned to her clan's VIP area, her expression calm but her fists clenched tightly. She was not satisfied with her performance, but the encouragement from her clan members softened her frustration.

Meanwhile, Yuan Ziyan while being praised was in deep thought. Though victorious, she couldn't shake the unease from how close she had come to losing even though her opponent was just in Initial Grand Qi Condensation Realm.

( The Feng Clan is not to be underestimated… )