My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

His eyes, through the shadows beneath his black hood, glanced at Cheng Guang and then let out a scoff.

“Although I don’t know what method you used to wield Qi now, you can’t really believe that I am afraid of you,”

Qiu Zhiman said this.

Cheng Guang’s expression remained unchanged, his eyes sweeping over Qiu Zhiman with interest, “If you had not activated that restriction, you could easily crush me with one hand, but under the restriction, even if you can use Qi, how much can you use?”

“Right, President Qiu Zhiman?”

Cheng Guang’s words fell.

Qiu Zhiman’s expression changed slightly as if he heard something unbelievable, quietly observing Cheng Guang’s expression for a while.

In Cheng Guang’s expression, Qiu Zhiman did not see a trace of fear or probing.

Full of confidence.

Just as if…

He had already determined that he indeed was Qiu Zhiman.

At the same time.

Within the Capital City, in the projection images in various places, many people also heard what Cheng Guang said.

Having heard his words, quite a few were frightened into pallor.

Who is Qiu Zhiman?

The President of the Great Zhou Martial Academy!!

A powerhouse who had reached the Ninth-order Martial Emperor Realm!!

A prominent figure at the pinnacle of authority within the Great Zhou Dynasty!

Such a person, you’re saying he would come to disrupt the martial arts competition between the Great Zhou Dynasty and Great Wei Dynasty?

This statement, if spoken, would only elicit laughter.

All those watching the projection images of the martial arts competition did not believe Cheng Guang’s words.

“What is the Princely Heir talking about, how could that man in the black robe possibly be Qiu Zhiman?”

“Exactly, neither Qiu Zhiman nor Lin Qingye have shown up; perhaps something unexpected happened to them both.”

“This is absolutely impossible, President Qiu Zhiman has been a high-ranking figure since the establishment of the Great Zhou Martial Academy.”

The crowd was abuzz with discussions and exclamations.

They simply did not believe Cheng Guang’s claim that this tall man in the black robe was Qiu Zhiman.

There were two reasons for this.

Firstly, the tall black-robed figure’s build did not match Qiu Zhiman’s, who was much slimmer and not nearly as tall.

Secondly, Qiu Zhiman had always presented himself as friendly and gentle, approachable and kind, which was a far cry from the cold solemnity of the man in the black robe.

Although these two reasons could easily be refuted when individually considered, when combined, they were not so easily dismissed.

Not just within the Capital City, the audiences watching the projection images in various taverns did not believe it either.

Within the Imperial Palace.

The hundred officials and province lords watching the projection images were also in disbelief.

Qiu Zhiman was, after all, a Martial Artist who had attained the Ninth-order Martial Emperor Realm.

Everything he could enjoy in another country, he could enjoy in Great Zhou likewise.

In Great Zhou, he was an admired President of the Martial Academy.

His status was lofty, his treatment generous.

There simply was no need for him to betray Great Zhou.

What benefits would Qiu Zhiman gain by betraying Great Zhou?

Probably none at all, right?

The hundred officials pondered in their hearts, utterly disbelieving Cheng Guang’s words, suspecting Cheng Guang was merely talking nonsense.

Emperor Zhou, upon hearing Cheng Guang’s words, did not react like the hundred officials, but merely let out a light sound of surprise and then looked intently at the man in the black robe before Cheng Guang.

As if he had discovered something, his eyes narrowed slightly, watching silently.

Empress Wei by the side of Emperor Zhou, however, did not focus on Qiu Zhiman, her attention remained on Cheng Guang the whole time.

Her lips slightly pursed, her regal, purple-black eyes scrutinized Cheng Guang up and down.

It appeared she had not expected Cheng Guang to have the courage to stop this mastermind.

If the man in the black robe before Cheng Guang was indeed Qiu Zhiman.

Then Qiu Zhiman was a Martial Emperor-level fighter, even if the majority of his Qi was bound, as long as he could use Qi, he would be beyond Cheng Guang’s ability to match.

Could Cheng Guang really defeat this Qiu Zhiman?

Empress Wei was quite curious and silently observed without a word.

At this moment, only a quarter of an hour remained until the restriction was lifted.

……

Qiu Zhiman stared deeply at Cheng Guang, without any superfluous speech, although at this moment he did not know how Cheng Guang had discovered his identity, but now it was no longer important.

It was useless for Cheng Guang to find out, since there was no evidence.

Baseless claims, once spoken, how many would believe?

He walked slowly towards Cheng Guang.

Cheng Guang, facing the approaching Qiu Zhiman, did not feel nervous but was instead mentally preparing himself.

After approaching Cheng Guang to a certain distance, Qiu Zhiman suddenly leaped forward, clearing more than a yard, and his fists and feet greeted Cheng Guang’s body.

The punches and kicks carried dense Qi and the unique aura of the Martial Emperor Realm, drawing the sparse Heavenly and Earthly Qi around to create an imposing force pressing down on Cheng Guang.

Qiu Zhiman watched calmly, focusing on Cheng Guang.

It seemed Cheng Guang could see through the shadow beneath the black hood and clearly make out Qiu Zhiman’s face.

He saw Qiu Zhiman rushing towards him with a smile, gentle and refined, easygoing and composed.

As if completely unaware of the dire consequences Cheng Guang would face under his fists and kicks.

“Heh.”

A warning flashed in Cheng Guang’s heart, yet he was well-prepared.

In his mind, involuntarily, the True Lord of Pure Origin’s image surfaced.

With the appearance of the True Lord of Pure Origin image in his mind, Cheng Guang felt his spirit clearer than ever.