Chapter 1221 - 717: Teams, New Era, Divine Phoenix Tree! (Part 2)
However, the upcoming competition is even more challenging.
To decide the exact rankings of the top ten and who is truly the strongest among the First Generation, the crowd on the field all have different mindsets.
As the current number one, Chen Zhiming stands with his hands behind his back, expression indifferent.
Colby and Liao Huo have somewhat solemn expressions, although instantly turning to a carefree demeanor, still easily captured by the camera.
Their expressions seem determined to win the upcoming matches, but in reality, they fear losing!
Seviss Long sits cross-legged on the ground, eyes closed, as if detached from the proceedings, hardest to see through.
Not far from Seviss Long, Wang Chongyi occasionally glances at him, with a hint of dread and anxiety.
That claw was simply too imposing for him...
Others occasionally glance at the few recognized strongest contenders, their expressions growing increasingly serious.
Having won their top ten spots, they’ve already exhausted all their trump cards. Facing their previous enemies again, their stress is naturally immense.
"I gave everything and still couldn’t defeat Arthur. And when Arthur faced Meng Chuan, he used his ultimate move but was still easily defeated, almost without resistance..." Markiev thought silently.
"Thus, despite being among the top ten, the gap is still enormous. Maintaining my current rank is already good enough..."
Markiev, Russia’s strongest young talent of this era, currently ranked eighth among the First Generation, inherited the extraordinary martial arts talent of his father, Seven-Limit Great Saint, Markyee!
Before the competition started, Markiev believed he could fight for third or even first.
Later, as the competition progressed, reality poured cold water over him, and now he understands his own strength very clearly.
"I represent Australia’s final honor. No matter how strong the opponent is, I will fight to the end..."
The young man named Riel whispered quietly.
He, like Meng Chuan, came from a true grassroots background.
Later, his talent was recognized, and he became a focal point of cultivation by Australia, thus he has deep feelings for the nation.
On the far right, Mu Nianxin silently glanced around. As the Overlord of Great Chu, her "partners" are all strong and highly ranked, yet she remains as the tenth place gatekeeper...
"At least I’ve made it to the final round, and I’ve given my all. This competition is a contest among billions of young people worldwide. To have reached this point, I’ve already done well..."
Considering her fellow Overlord sisters, Long Ying, who didn’t make it into the top ten, Mu Nianxin suddenly felt more comfortable...
...
The ten stood solemnly waiting, and before long, the voice of the Intelligent Brain echoed through the heavens and penetrated the ears of the crowd and the entire audience.
"Congratulations to the ten of you for earning a spot in the finals of this World Youth Championship. Based on the current rankings on the generational list, we now proceed to the final group arrangements."
The light screen in the sky flickered, disappeared, and reappeared, showing the arrangement of the ten names divided into two groups.
Group One: Chen Zhiming, Liao Huo, Meng Chuan, Arthur, Riel.
Group Two: Colby, Seviss Long, Wang Chongyi, Markiev, Mu Nianxin.
"The final stage of the World Youth Championship will divide the groups based on odd-even rankings. Groups One and Two will each decide two qualifiers, and the four who advance will begin the ’Final Battle’ to vie for [First Generation].
The specific match rules will be announced on site on the day the finals start, fifteen days later.
Please make use of this last time to strengthen yourselves. The chess game of heaven and earth waits for no one, and only by reaching the peak can you place the pieces without regret!"
The voice of the Intelligent Brain declared passionately.
Meng Chuan and the others also felt a surge of blood-boiling excitement, yet gazing at the listed group arrangements, some were happy while others were worried.
Once the groups were announced, Markiev couldn’t help but smile silently.
Ranked eighth, he naturally fell into the "even" second group.
Within the group, he only had confidence in defeating the tenth-ranked Mu Nianxin.
The remaining three were true prodigies, whom he could not possibly beat.
Yet the first group wasn’t easy either, as the three Great Chu prodigies were all concentrated in the first group, along with Arthur whom he couldn’t defeat and the equally strong Riel.
If he were to swap to the first group, he’d likely be at the bottom...
Meanwhile, Arthur from the first group also wore a faint expression.
Meng Chuan is absolutely unbeatable, and Chen Zhiming, renowned outside, is most likely unmatched for him. Even if he gave his all to defeat Liao Huo, he still wouldn’t advance.
Yet he had a moment of clarity.
"If I can’t make it to the top four, finishing fifth is also good enough. Each step forward brings more rewards. Many of the items on the list are top-tier resources I couldn’t access in the European Federation, so I’ll fight on..."
Each with differing thoughts, the ten gradually left the field, preparing for the finals held in half a month.
The Phantom Martial Sanctuary has just been established, inviting them for a ’transfer of luck,’ but experiencing the functions within the Sanctuary will still take time.
Liao Huo took one last look at the group list, then returned to the preparation room to meditate and recite scriptures.
His broad figure cast a large shadow, and as his thoughts fluctuated, the indoor lighting shifted.
"Within the first group, it seems this monk and Chen Zhiming will advance.
My ’Final Battle’ opponents should be Colby and Seviss Long..."
Despite Meng Chuan reaching this point with a Three-Limit cultivation, which surprised Liao Huo, it was not enough of a threat to hinder his own advancement.
Let’s talk when he’s Broken Four; young people need more practice.
A year or so ago, upon hearing the name "Iron Body Sacred Body," Liao Huo was intrigued and wanted to test its mettle.
That day in front of the mountain gate hall, he gazed down and easily punched, not exerting full strength, yet it already caused the opponent great distress.
Now...