Because the fifty people who passed the first round had varying cultivation realms.
Therefore, random matching was impossible. Instead, contestants of the same realm drew lots to fight each other.
If one happened to encounter an opponent with a higher minor realm, they could only consider themselves unlucky.
However, geniuses always loved to claim they were "invincible within the same realm." If you couldn't do that, you couldn't be called a true genius.
The cultivation aura you were currently projecting was the Golden Body Realm.
This realm had the most people, a total of twenty-one.
Wearing the Burning Silence set and sporting a head full of titles, you made your entrance amidst the boos of the crowd.
Everyone felt that your reaching the second round was already a stroke of luck.
A mere rogue cultivator had absolutely no chance of winning against the disciples of various aristocratic families with profound backgrounds.
The contestant matched against you was named Wu Ziang. He was covered in Heaven-tier spiritual artifacts, popped combat power pills like crazy before stepping onto the stage, and had his back plastered with talismans rarely seen in the Mortal Realm.
With every step this guy took, golden formation patterns were left under his feet. Who knew what kind of treasure he was carrying that could continuously generate miniature formations.
He practically had "My family is super rich in resources" written all over his face.
Your full set of Earth-tier spiritual artifacts would be considered extravagant in the Five Domains.
But on today's occasion, compared to this bunch of guys who were both geniuses and backed by their families, it looked shabby.
Next, you couldn't use combat power above the Golden Body Realm.
Because the scene was covered by the divine sense of the Holy Land elders.
They couldn't detect the cultivation aura modified by "Pretending to be a Pig to Eat a Tiger."
But if you used powers exclusive to higher realms, such as the spiritual vortex of the Spirit Sea Realm, the divine sense of the Mind Condensation Realm, or the true qi and flight of the Martial King Realm, they would definitely notice.
And realize that you had used special means to hide your cultivation.
At that time, you would be disqualified.
But you didn't panic.
So what if you only used the power of the Golden Body Realm?
You only needed positioning and basic attacks!
Start stacking steel!
The first stack of steel was very easy to get.
You wandered around Wu Ziang for a few steps, and after hearing three "dings," you decisively threw a punch.
"Clang!!"
"Ugh!?"
This punch smashed onto Wu Ziang's armor. A hundred times the destructive force penetrated right through the steel plating, causing Wu Ziang to feel a massive shock in his chest and a burst of intense pain.
"What kind of fist technique is this? Such terrifying power!"
Wu Ziang immediately became cautious, switching from offense to defense, and also started to focus on his positioning.
To get the second stack of steel from Wu Ziang, you had to wait for a one-minute cooldown.
So, you also started positioning yourself.
The two of you circled the arena.
The atmosphere was oppressive and the scene was tense, as if it were a peak showdown.
A minute later.
"Ding!"
"Ding!"
"Ding!"
"Clang!"
Another punch!
Heartsteel stack two!
After repeating this for a few minutes.
Wu Ziang felt something was wrong.
You clearly held a spear in your hand, but every time you attacked, you used your fist. The spear was only used to block Wu Ziang's attacks.
"Bastard! Are you messing with me?!"
Wu Ziang realized that you seemed to only know how to hammer people with your damn fists and had no other skills, so he completely dropped his caution and launched a fierce assault on you with his golden sword.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
The Burning Silence battle spear continuously blocked.
After hearing three "dings," you delivered a "clang" punch.
"Again?!"
Wu Ziang was furious; he was certain you were toying with him!
Moreover, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that your punches seemed to hurt more and more each time.
However, your movement technique was truly bizarre. In this small arena, you could always keep an unpredictable distance from him, making it impossible for him to figure you out.
Of course. With the perfection-level Heaven-tier movement technique, the Seven Divine Steps of the Starry Sky, toying with a Golden Body Realm Wu Ziang was as easy as pie.
"What's the deal with this Wu Ziang? The Wu family begged everyone to get him a full set of heavenly treasures, yet after fighting for so long, he still can't take down a rogue cultivator?"
"He really is useless even when given the chance!"
"I heard he's even the heir of the Wu family. The Wu family is really going to decline."
The young talents from various factions couldn't see what was really going on.
But the Holy Land elders had sharp eyes.
"A top-tier movement technique! It looks a bit like... it's from the Shen family?"
"He has a spear but insists on using his fists. Although the origin of his fist technique can't be seen, its power is astonishing—it's at least Heaven-tier!"
"This person is probably not a rogue cultivator at all, but has hidden his background."
"What other faction in the Mortal Realm needs to put on an act in front of our Holy Land?"
You happily stacked your Heartsteel, and Wu Ziang was completely played by you.
You literally stacked it over a hundred times.
Wu Ziang looked at you, whose height had broken through three meters, and was speechless.
"What, what kind of bizarre cultivation method is this? It can even make you grow bigger??"
Fortunately, the Burning Silence set could adapt to body size, otherwise you would have to streak in public, which would be truly indecent.
With the final punch, you directly smashed through the Heaven-tier armor on Wu Ziang's body, sending him flying backward while coughing up blood, until he crashed outside the arena.
Wu Ziang lay on the ground, still unconvinced, and struggled to raise a hand.
"I, I want to, inspect his... cultivation method..."
The surrounding outstanding talents were all dumbfounded.
"Shattering a Heaven-tier spiritual artifact with one punch?!"
"What kind of fist technique is this?"
"What kind of hand is that??"
"Is there really a fist technique? I've been observing for a long time, and I feel like he's just throwing normal punches. It doesn't look like he has any martial arts enhancement!"
"One look and I can tell you don't understand. Truly powerful martial arts always return to their natural state. They seem simple but actually contain endless mysteries! This person is hiding his true depths; he must be sent by some reclusive major clan to smurf!"
After that, you won battle after battle.
Relying on a pair of fists, you smashed your way to become the first place in the Golden Body Realm.
Now, no one looked down on you, this "independent trainee," anymore.
Everyone speculated about your origins and what kind of martial arts you were actually using.
Especially that cultivation method of yours that could make your body grow bigger—it made all the male contestants yearn for it endlessly.
In the neighboring Soul Quenching Realm competition area, Wang Mingbai also won.
Although he wasn't first place, he barely squeezed into the third round of the trial.
Wang Mingbai was able to win not by relying on his combat abilities, but on his "money abilities"!
This guy often came to you to ask for cultivation insights.
It was always a paid consultation every time, making you too embarrassed to refuse.
But you really had no practical advice to teach him.
Therefore, before the start of the second round of trials, you taught him a surefire method to win.
"Spend money to buy off opponents to throw the match? Can, can this really work?"
"Everyone has a price; it just depends on whether you can offer something that touches their heart. The Wang family has countless crystal stones. As long as it is beneficial for you to become the Holy Son, the Wang family will definitely support you.
In the end, there are only ten spots for the Holy Son and Holy Maiden candidates.
Many people should know their own worth by now. Rather than being eliminated and getting nothing, it's better to take something tangible."

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!

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