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!
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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u serious?" Chen Feng watched helplessly as his painstakingly trained disciple, fresh off a championship victory, publicly abandoned him. "You had your chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. Now, face the consequences of your choice!" Chen Feng possessed the "Master System," a treasure trove of supreme martial arts techniques, capable of molding ordinary individuals into peerless prodigies. "Legs like yours? A shame not to train in the Crippling Kick." "Ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the heavens?" "Auntie! I see extraordinary bone structure in you—a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand." The once-defiant senior disciple, now watching her juniors rise to fame one after another, dominating the internet, was consumed by endless regret.
