The ferocious demon beasts glared at the martial artists outside the cages, their teeth gnawing at the iron bars.
They had been starved for too long, driven to the brink of madness, and were at their most savage.
Many martial artists were already beginning to have second thoughts.
"If anyone wishes to withdraw, now is the time," Xu Kang said leisurely.
Immediately after, another small group of martial artists chose to forfeit.
Most of them didn't even possess Void Realm strength. The chance of death fighting a Level 4 demon beast was high; it wasn't worth losing their lives here.
Xu Kang looked at the remaining group of young martial artists in the training ground and said calmly, "The qualifying round begins!"
Instantly, the gates of the tall iron cages swung open.
A multitude of demon beasts of all shapes and sizes broke free from their shackles and rushed out wildly.
"All Level 4 demon beasts... isn't that a bit too cruel?" Xu Kang whispered in inquiry.
"Reaching the Void Force stage under thirty is already a rare feat in itself.
Frankly speaking, the people on this training ground undoubtedly represent gathered talents from all over the Immortal Sects."
Murong Qinghong said indifferently, "It's fine. If they can't even manage this, what qualifications do they have to be my man!"
Hearing this, Xu Kang could only show a wry smile.
Murong Qinghong's gaze was fixed on An Yi, her beautiful eyes rippling with emotion.
She was watching An Yi not because she held him in high regard, but precisely because she feared he would qualify.
"Who knows how he grew like that! Such a huge, ugly, terrifying minotaur... just looking at him would give anyone nightmares. If he were to be by my pillow in the future..."
Murong Qinghong shuddered.
"I'll go first!"
Gu Changfeng took the lead, his clear, cold long sword flashing out.
A sword aura slashed at the head of a white lion.
The white lion retreated a step, roared, and swiped its sharp claws, striking Gu Changfeng's blade.
Gu Changfeng executed the Flowing Cloud Steps, his movements unpredictable. He circled around the white lion, found an opening, and delivered a horizontal slash with his sword.
The white lion's neck was sliced open, blood immediately spraying forth as it collapsed.
A smile appeared at the corner of Gu Changfeng's mouth. "Got it."
"Flowing Cloud Steps! Could he be a disciple of the Heavenly Mystery Sect?" Murong Qinghong showed a hint of appreciation. "A graceful young master in white robes... not bad at all.
Although this person seems somewhat effeminate, his looks are still acceptable."
Xu Kang nodded slightly. "Indeed, he's quite capable. To have reached the mid Void Realm at such a young age."
On another side, Hua Fengyu's folding fan transformed into an iron blade, cleaving a cat demon in two.
"This person is named Hua Fengyu, the son of Hua Zhenglong from the Floral Gate..."
Xu Kang introduced, but then, seeing Murong Qinghong's expression, he wisely fell silent.
He remembered something: Hua Zhenglong knew the Palace Master and, if he recalled correctly, even had to call her 'Senior Sister'.
Getting involved with his son would be very awkward!
Why did it have to be young men under thirty!?
Elsewhere, Via of the Ghost Hand Clan, his pitch-black right arm swelled to immense proportions.
His fingers, especially, became thick and enormous.
A mischievous monkey didn't even have time to leap before his large hand clamped around its head.
Crack!
The monkey's skull shattered, and it slumped softly to the ground.
Murong Qinghong examined his fingers and nodded slightly.
"To reach the Void Realm peak before thirty... his talent is simply terrifying."
The chieftain of the Flame Tribe, a young man with dark skin, waved his hand, and flames swirled around.
Two avian demon beasts shrieked as they died, scorched by the blazing inferno.
A flicker of appreciation appeared in Murong Qinghong's eyes.
"Fire Spiritual Vein! Early Spirit Gathering stage!
He's actually an innate spiritual vein martial artist!"
Thud!
The young master of the Evil Dragon Gang, Hu Fei, swept his staff, striking a giant eagle, a look of satisfaction on his face.
It clearly wasn't difficult for him.
Murong Qinghong frowned. "How old is this child?"
Xu Kang replied, "The physician's bone age test says nineteen!"
Murong Qinghong raised an eyebrow.
Normally, at nineteen... she probably had a son who would be over twenty by now.
"I got one too!"
Tu Langlang clutched a spirit core, saying joyfully.
Murong Qinghong saw the even younger Tu Langlang, with his cute, baby-faced appearance, and a dark line appeared on her forehead.
Hum!
A Sanskrit chant resounded!
Three squirrels were instantly slain, blood splattering.
Killing three Level 4 demon beasts with one move, this monk truly attracted everyone's attention.
"Amitabha!"
The monk laid down his slaughtering blade, retrieved the spirit cores, and stepped over the corpses of the three squirrels.
The crowd was shocked.
Murong Qinghong narrowed her eyes, her gaze turning cold. She said slowly, "If I'm not mistaken, this young master is Dharma Protector Mi's disciple, correct?"
Cold sweat beaded on Xu Kang's forehead as he stammered, "That's correct..."
The Heavenly Palace had four great Dharma Protectors: Buddhist, Daoist, Confucian, and Military.
Among them, the Joyful Buddha, Mi Huan, was the chief of the four. This young monk, Wu Chen, was Mi Huan's disciple.
Murong Qinghong's face grew even more unpleasant.
A monk participating in a marriage contest was one thing, but the key issue was that he was actually one of their own!
Xu Kang, usually calm and collected, found that the cold sweat on his forehead hadn't stopped all day.
"What's wrong with one of our own?
Keep the benefits within the family, as they say..."
Over here, Han Liang fought with both wit and courage, spearing a hyena demon beast through its rear with his spear, also securing a spirit core.
Murong Qinghong frowned slightly, finally turning her gaze to An Yi.
She had endured this ugly, hulking minotaur for too long.
Perhaps because of the minotaur's large size, five grey wolves instantly surrounded him.
Murong Qinghong's eyebrows lifted with delight.
Forget five Level 4 grey wolves; even two Level 4 grey wolves together would be more than a Void Force peak practitioner could handle.
Just then, An Yi, who had been standing there, finally moved.
He drew a black-and-gold heavy sword.
And swung it!
He had no experience with heavy swords. However, a long time ago, he had successfully assimilated the memories of the bearded man, Ito Jiro, mastering the use of broadswords.
Therefore, wielding the heavy sword gave him a feeling of grasping a new skill through association with an old one.
Two grey wolves charged at him head-on.
An Yi swung the heavy sword in a horizontal slash, sending one flying.
The sword's momentum shifted, and the force actually swept up the other grey wolf.
"Void Realm peak!"
Murong Qinghong's eyes turned sharp.
She seemed not to have expected the minotaur's strength to be so terrifying.
An Yi grinned, channeling force into the heavy sword. Having used it for the past two days, he actually felt himself becoming more and more adept with it.
Ding! Congratulations, host, on comprehending [Heavy Sword Proficiency Lv1]!
The system's voice sounded slowly.
Hearing it, An Yi's face lit up with joy. "Level it up for me!"
Ding! [Heavy Sword Proficiency] has reached Lv2!
Ding! [Heavy Sword Proficiency] has reached Lv3! Unlocked skill [Killing Intent (Passive Skill)]!
[Killing Intent (Passive Skill)]
Skill Introduction: Deals 10% additional damage to opponents whose strength level is lower than your own!
An Yi grinned widely.
A godly skill for bullying the weak!
Swinging the greatsword, sparks of lightning flickered around An Yi.
"Wolf pups, your grandpa is here!"
With An Yi's thunderous roar.
The remaining three wolves' legs went weak with fear.
The heavy sword swept horizontally, wreathed in purple lightning, cleaving through the air!
All five Level 4 grey wolves were slain!
An Yi's actions immediately drew frequent sidelong glances from the other martial artists.
No one had expected this minotaur to be not only terrifying in appearance but also terrifying in strength.
Hu Fei rested his staff on his shoulder and grinned. "This minotaur is a good opponent."
Via of the Ghost Hand Clan looked on with disdain, his fist clenched tightly.
Elsewhere, a seemingly low-key man lowered the brim of his hat, shot a cold smile at An Yi, and then melted back into the crowd.
Xu Kang sighed with emotion. "It seems the favorites to win the championship have emerged."
Murong Qinghong's eyes seemed to spit fire, her delicate hands clenched into tight fists.
This matchmaking event had now seemingly turned into a complete and utter farce!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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!
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?!
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
