Supernatural Insight Eyes

This is a grand gathering for young martial artists, attracting nearly all of them, gaining worldwide attention.

Young martial artists from all directions are mostly participating in the young warriors’ ranking battle.

Over a hundred arena battles, with a considerable number of people gathered around each arena.

Every second, someone is defeated, and someone emerges victorious.

The defeated leave, the victors stay, simple rules, and ideally, avoid killing if possible.

If one realizes they cannot win, they can admit defeat verbally and will be immediately removed from the arena, teleported out.

This grand event is not just for young warriors, but also for the elder martial artists. Although they cannot compete, their disciples and apprentices are present.

It can be said that this is also a competition among the elder warriors, albeit through their disciples rather than personally competing.

Similarly, it’s the same among the major sects, each with its own geniuses representing their reputation.

Therefore, the battles become even more spectacular and intense.

No one wants to lose face, especially under such grand attention; if they truly lose face, it would be a significant embarrassment.

With the first round of selection, more than half were quickly eliminated, but many remain and have emerged victorious.

The second round of selection immediately begins, with the previous victors battling again.

Many elder martial artists from various sects have strong abilities; with just a glance, they can identify which arena battle is the most intense and exciting.

"I wonder which of these young ones will make it to the end."

"I quite favor that young guy Stone Monarcha."

"The little girl from Turquoise Pool is also not bad."

"Haha, maybe a new genius will emerge, who knows. This time the Taiyi Divine Sect probably has no expectations, losing two Saint Heirs in a row, trying to nurture another Saint Heir within a few days is simply impossible."

"Yes, let’s focus on our sect’s geniuses first."

The elder martial artists began searching for the geniuses of their sects. At this time, whether like Stone Monarcha, a top-class young expert, or a novice who just entered the Returning Void Stage, as long as they emerged victorious in the first round, they stood on the arena, ready to engage again.

Facing a new round of opponents, some are quite pleased because they did not face fearsome sect geniuses.

Some, however, feel as if they’ve met their doom; like a young warrior who was initially happy to enter the arena but immediately deflated upon seeing his opponent being the Free Saint Heir, without even the thought of confronting, he directly admitted defeat.

Joking aside, facing a genius returned from the Galactic Road, very few could be their match, at least they should be at the same level, right?

Without Saint-level strength, not admitting defeat is purely seeking death.

There aren’t many who directly admit defeat, but not few either, at least those encountering young warriors like Turquoise Pool and Stone Monarcha directly give up, no need to even compare.

But situations like this are relatively few compared to all arenas, after all, geniuses returning from the Galactic Road are rare.

The majority are still mostly ordinary geniuses.

When facing opponents like Stone Monarcha, most people wisely concede, which can’t be blamed on themselves, it can only be said their luck is too poor.

Some are happy, some are not.

Many, once they discern no geniuses among their opponents, cannot help but breathe a sigh of relief, and some, eager to the point like this one, burst into laughter.

"Great, I avoided a disaster; my opponent is not any prodigy. Kid, since it’s like this, you’ll be my stepping stone." A young martial artist, seeing his opponent was an unknown figure, leapt and pranced happily.

At this moment, beneath the arena, Zhu Zhenzhen’s voice sounded: "Mu Xue, defeat him in one move, this guy is too disdainful."

The young man was indifferent, staring at Bai Muxue and said, "Heaven is really kind to me, not making me face a genius is one thing, but also letting me encounter a female martial artist, this is making my passage smooth."

Outside the arena, Bai Lingtian was watching his daughter on the stage and the arrogant, complacent young man, his lips curled up.

The next second, Bai Muxue made her move.

The young man chuckled, not concerned, yet immediately his eyes widened, engulfed by Bai Muxue’s attack in an instant.

Bang.

The young man flew out, defeated in an instant.

On the arena, only Bai Muxue’s figure remained standing there, isolated from the world like a fairy.

Leaving those watching the battle in astonishment.

On another arena, Yang Ce’s opponent was a mid-Returning Void Stage martial artist with decent ability. After exchanging a few moves, Yang Ce quickly wrapped up the battle, earning cheers from many.

In such confrontations, the faster one resolves their opponent, the more it highlights their strength. Hence, every martial artist aims to defeat their opponent in the shortest and fastest time possible.

The second round of arena battles took relatively short time, apart from a few tug-of-wars that were hard to determine, generally taking no more than twenty breaths.

After a short interval, the third round of arena battles began.

Such continuous bouts are quite a test for young martial artists, compelling everyone to consider before going on stage how much effort and time to spend to resolve their opponents, otherwise, should they deplete too much power, a strong opponent in the next match would mean inevitable defeat.

The third round had a larger crowd watching and fewer participants.

The battles this time were much more exciting than before, with many young martial artists worth watching, and people hoped those encountering extraordinary geniuses wouldn’t directly concede, but rather challenge them, providing a spectacle for everyone’s appreciation.

Unfortunately, few have that courage. Encountering geniuses like Turquoise Pool, Stone Monarcha, and Lieyan Holy Son, opponents invariably admitted defeat without a fight.

Many were greatly disappointed.

Until the Free Saint Heir took the stage, the first scenario did not unfold as expected by the crowd, because the Free Saint Heir’s opponent did not concede, appearing intent on a showdown with the Free Saint Heir.

This immediately drew a large portion of the crowd’s attention.

"Finally, someone with guts, but I wonder what his strength is."

"This guy’s face is pale and looks sickly, yet he has such courage, wonder..."

Looking at his opponent, even the Free Saint Heir was a bit surprised. He had planned for his opponent to concede, allowing him to step down directly; this time, however, it was unexpected.

"You won’t concede?"

"Your strength hasn’t reached the level where I dare not take action, why should I concede?"

Hearing this, the Free Saint Heir thought this person was quite bold, smiling: "Good, I want to see what strength you have, better not let me down."

"Hehe, you will be shocked!" The sickly pale yet deep-eyed young man faintly smiled, unconsciously licking the corner of his mouth, a sharp tooth shimmering with a cold gleam, appearing and disappearing.