After giving Chen Yu fifty thousand taels of silver, Chen Han resumed his cultivation.
He was determined.
Within these next three months, he would raise his strength by another two layers.
Only when his Body Refining and Martial Dao cultivation both reached the Ninth Layer of the Martial Disciple realm would he have a chance to contend with those at the Tenth Layer. The thought of potentially facing Chen Yiyao at the tournament made Chen Han's heart burn with even greater fervor.
This woman looked down on him so much.
'Then I will defeat her at the tournament, fair and square, with my own strength!'
A full half-month passed.
Chen Han's strength was now completely stabilized at the Martial Disciple Seventh Layer.
And at this time.
News that the martial arts tournament was about to begin had spread throughout the Clan. All disciples below the Martial Disciple Tenth Layer were fired up, hoping to secure a good ranking.
He arrived at the registration area.
