High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 214 The Great War Zone Begins! A Thousand-Year Journey! The Goal: Top 100! The Pinnacle Competition of the Entire Empire

The City of Creation is a magnificent capital city temporarily established for the "Cosmic Genius War," within which each genius who passes the small war zone assessment is assigned an independent residence.

Inside the residence, the quiet room is spacious and elegant, with only the central futon and the tranquil starry sky simulated on the four walls indicating that this place is specially set up for martial arts practitioners to cultivate.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

The century-long meditation test had just ended, and the immense, abyss-like pressure in his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness suddenly dissipated, bringing with it a long-lost sense of tranquility and relaxation.

However, he did not bask in this comfort.

His character is as firm as iron, and his Daoist heart is perfectly harmonious. Neither the noise of the outside world nor the emptiness within can shake him in the slightest.

Qin Feng was calming down and carefully sorting out the complicated situation.

A century of cultivation culminates in a single moment of triumph, bringing not only glory and status, but also numerous pressing matters and a future path that needs to be re-planned.

With a slight thought, a pale blue light screen silently unfolded before his eyes, and information flowed like a waterfall.

Qin Feng's gaze first fell on the top row of timers.

[The opening of the war zone is 9 years, 351 days, and 11 hours away...]

ten years.

The time was just right, neither too long nor too short.

For geniuses who have just undergone a century of arduous study and whose minds are under intense pressure, this decade is a buffer period for digesting what they have learned and filling in the gaps in their knowledge.
For Qin Feng himself, this was a golden period to completely transform a century of accumulated strength into his own combat power.

He looked away from the timer and continued scrolling down.

Among the many rewards, the line of text emitting a faint golden light stood out—[Qualification to become a disciple of the "Devouring King," a powerful figure at the King-level].

The moment Qin Feng's mental energy gently touched the line of text, the entire light screen interface trembled slightly.

A simple communication request pop-up window replaces the original information stream.

Applicant: Devouring King.

Without any superfluous suffixes or titles, these three words alone seem to contain the supreme power to suppress the galaxy.

Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Feng mentally confirmed and clicked "agree".

The next moment, the space in front seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, and ripples of subspace communication spread out in layers, and a blurry video image condensed in the center of the quiet room.

It was a scene that defies description.

The background is a slowly rotating, dazzling nebula, magnificent and vast.

A white-clad phantom sat in the center of the nebula. Its figure was clearly visible, but its face was shrouded in a hazy halo, and no matter how hard Qin Feng focused his eyes, he could not see anything through it.

He seemed to exist outside this world, as if he were a glimpse cast from across endless time and space.

Even though it was just an image transmitted through the subspace network, the vast aura that transcended all things and existed in the same universe still made Qin Feng feel his own insignificance.

"Qin Feng."

a voice sounded.

The sound was vast and boundless, not as if it entered through the ear, but resounded directly in the sea of ​​the mind, as if it were a resonance of the stars in the universe.

"You have mastered my ultimate technique, the Devouring Heaven Fist. Would you be willing to become my disciple?"

Faced with this inquiry spanning across star systems, Qin Feng did not hesitate for a moment.

He straightened his back and, facing the blurry, unseen figure, responded in a deep and solemn voice:

"Disciple is willing."

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The value of having a supreme expert at the "King-level" as a mentor far exceeds the scope of material resources.

Even if the other party doesn't offer any substantial help, just a few words of advice on the path of cultivation are enough to save someone from taking detours for thousands of years.

Not to mention the extensive network of connections behind this being who stands at the pinnacle of humanity, spanning countless eras and star systems of the empire.

Qin Feng never expected that mastering the "Heaven-Swallowing Fist Technique" to the basics would bring him such a meteoric rise to power.

"good."

The illusory figure's voice was devoid of emotion, remaining calm and vast: "Practice the Devouring Heaven Fist diligently."

"Disciple, obey."

"In addition, there are a few things you should write down."

The Devouring King continued, "In the Great War Zone, your goal is to be in the top 100. Remember, you absolutely must be in the top 100."

"Yes."

Qin Feng imprinted these words deeply in his heart.

"After you make it into the top 100, you will be given a choice."

The Devouring King abruptly changed the subject, uttering an instruction that slightly surprised Qin Feng: "At that time, do not choose to join the 'Ultimate Warriors Battle Group,' but instead choose to go to the 'Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races' for training."

This suggestion contradicts all the information he has ever encountered.

Both mentor Yu Han and legendary powerhouse Zhou Xiong came from the Extreme Warriors Corps.

But he did not voice any questions; he simply listened quietly.

"In the battlefield of all races, the human race controls many dangerous places and secret realms, with countless opportunities and dangers. It is a road paved with blood and bones, leading directly to the strong."

The Devouring King's voice explained, "If you choose to join the Ultra Warriors Legion, there will be quota missions, and even mandatory missions. You can only obtain resources by completing missions. Although this is already considered a very good treatment among ordinary cases, these will affect your cultivation pace."

Qin Feng nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

This is not a rejection of the battle group, but rather a plan for him to pursue a faster and more extreme path in martial arts.

"This is a privilege for geniuses."

The phantom added, "Only geniuses who break into the top 100 in the major battle zones can have this privilege."

"Qin Feng, are you familiar with the rules of the war zone?"

Qin Feng shook his head and said frankly, "This disciple does not know."

"Ha ha……"

For the first time, a barely perceptible hint of laughter appeared in that vast voice.

"The 'Great Battle Zone' is ostensibly a competition, but in reality, it's a training ground."

All participants will reap unimaginable benefits from it.

It contains a wealth of cultivation resources, martial arts imprints left by powerful predecessors, and opportunities to fight against billions of alien races.

You all entered as planetary-level beings. If you can persevere to the end and break into the top 100, then when you emerge, your strength will essentially have been tempered to the peak of the galaxy level.

"After that, he went to the battlefield of all races to seek an opportunity to break through to the black hole level amidst blood and fire."

After that, he attempted to forge his own path, imprinting his own way upon the universe, and broke through to the realm of a Domain Lord.

At this point, the Devouring King paused, then uttered a statement in a calm, factual tone that was enough to overturn the understanding of countless martial artists.

"Remember this: on the path of martial arts, only at the Domain Lord level can one truly begin."

Upon hearing this, a look of bewilderment, a mixture of amusement and exasperation, appeared on Qin Feng's face.

He clearly remembered that when he first learned about martial arts at Qimingxing, his mentor Gu Yue told him: the path of martial arts begins at the fourth level of the Qi Opening Realm.

Later, at the Canaan Star Martial Arts Academy, his mentor Yu Han told him: The path of martial arts begins at the planetary level, which means that one has the qualification to traverse the starry sea and explore the universe, and that one's life level has undergone a qualitative leap, and one has begun to cultivate spiritual power.

And now, this master whom I have never met, an unparalleled being of the human race at the King level, actually says that the Domain Lord level is just the starting point.

Perhaps this is what they mean by "vision determines one's future."

Standing at different heights, the scenery seen and the starting point defined are vastly different.

"The disciple understands."

Qin Feng composed himself and nodded solemnly once again.

"okay."

The phantom seemed extremely satisfied with his reaction. "Then so be it. Remember everything I said today."

"I will be waiting for you on the battlefield of all races."

The moment the words fell, the white-robed phantom sitting amidst the nebula, along with the magnificent nebula backdrop, transformed into specks of light and quietly vanished from the quiet room.

The ripples in subspace communications subsided, and everything returned to silence.

Qin Feng remained seated cross-legged, motionless for a long time.

The conversation, though only a few minutes long, contained an enormous amount of information, completely reshaping his previously clear plans for the future.

Top 100 in the major battle zone, abandoning the battle group, venturing to the battlefield of all races... a path full of unknowns and dangers, leading to the supreme powerhouse, has slowly unfolded before him.

ten years.

He only has ten years to make thorough preparations for this path.

After the communication was interrupted, the quiet room returned to silence.

The Domain Lord is just the starting point; the Battlefield of Myriad Races is the true stage.

Qin Feng slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, calming his mind.

Although the road ahead is clear, every step we take still needs to be firm and powerful.

With a thought, he connected to the subspace network storage unit.

In a void, a long spear with an ancient design and a dark, solid color floats silently.

This is the exclusive divine weapon that the Empire's highest artisan hall spent a hundred years crafting for him, using the core skeleton of the "Star Devourer" larva as the main material, incorporating the treasure "Heavenly Evolution Alloy" and hundreds of other rare materials.

Qin Feng's thoughts reached out and gently touched it.

hum-

The spear emitted a soft hum and instantly crossed the boundary between virtual and reality, appearing in his palm.

It feels slightly heavy in the hand, and the surface of the gun is covered with fine, naturally formed patterns that resemble the trajectory of stars. It has a warm and smooth feel, yet it contains a terrifying sharpness capable of tearing stars apart.

"Heavenly Evolution Soldier..."

Qin Feng muttered to himself.

Information about this divine weapon was already imprinted in his mind.

"Its efficiency in transmitting spiritual power and psychic energy has reached theoretical perfection, and it can continuously absorb various rare materials to grow and evolve itself."

"Most importantly, the Heavenly Evolution Weapon is not confined to a single fixed form."

With a slight thought, he slowly channeled his spiritual power into the gun.

The next moment, a magical scene happened.

The dark spear seemed to transform into a pool of flowing liquid metal, rapidly changing and reshaping in his palm.

In the blink of an eye, a long, cold-looking blade was formed, with the unique patterns of the Star Devourer's skeleton flowing on its blade, exuding a chilling killing intent.

Then, the blade melted again, stretched and extended, transforming into a heavy, ancient long staff, its body a single, seamless piece, as if it could shatter mountains with a single blow.

Throwing knives, battle axes, greatswords, chains...

Under Qin Feng's spiritual guidance, the Heavenly Evolution Weapon can be transformed in countless ways, each form being perfect. Whether it is the center of gravity, the blade edge, or the power generation structure, it has reached the pinnacle of this type of weapon.

"That's good."

A satisfied smile appeared on Qin Feng's face as the liquid metal in his palm reformed into the spear shape he was most familiar with.

"The path of martial arts is vast and profound. If I want to go further and become a true master of martial arts, I must not limit myself to just the spear as a weapon in the future."

He held a long spear, his gaze deep, his thoughts drifting to a more distant future.

"From the most basic muscle exertion techniques to the construction of deeper spiritual power-psychic energy aggregation modules; from the release of willpower pressure to the condensation of the true meaning of martial arts, and even the final construction of one's own spiritual domain... In order to continuously climb on the path of martial arts, one must be open-minded, have a broad knowledge of all kinds of martial arts, and be able to draw inferences from one instance to another, in order to become a true master."

This divine weapon, capable of changing its form at will, undoubtedly provides him with endless possibilities for his future path.

"Since you were forged from the Star Devourer that I personally slew, then let this Heavenly Weapon be named 'Star Devourer'."

Qin Feng gently stroked the cold gun barrel and whispered, "Devouring stars, devouring the heavens... it does indeed complement the name of the 'Devouring Heaven Fist Technique'."

"Perhaps, you can stay with me for a very long time."

Qin Feng smiled and put away the "Star Devouring Spear".

He then began to examine his ten-year spiritual practice plan.

The goal is clear.

Taking advantage of the ten years before the start of the major battle zone, he successfully cultivated another level seven killing technique, "Ninefold Blood Spear," to the basic level, adding new trump cards to his killing technique arsenal.

At the same time, we will continue to refine the more important "Swallowing Heaven Fist Technique" and strive to improve its level from "entry-level" to "minor achievement" within ten years.

Just as he finished planning and was about to enter the Imperial Arena to begin a new round of arduous training, the communication notification sound on his personal terminal began to flash continuously.

Qin Feng clicked on the message and saw several messages from different old friends.

The messages from his three close friends, Shi Potian, Xiong Yanfu, and Tiemu, were the most heartfelt, filled with excitement and pride. They congratulated him on reaching the top again and promised to watch the competition and cheer him on during the major battle.

The messages from Ning Jing, Nisang, and Long Yu were even more direct. In addition to congratulating them, their words revealed a burning fighting spirit ignited by the stimulation of being left far behind.

In addition, there was information from his mentor, Lin Yue.

The message was filled with emotion. She was incredibly proud that her former student had reached such an incredible level, and at the same time, she felt a touch of self-deprecating satisfaction, saying that Qin Feng had already surpassed the limits that she, as his mentor, could imagine.

Looking at these familiar names, Qin Feng felt a warmth in his heart.

He replied to each one carefully, exchanged a few words with his old friends, and made a promise to get together again in the future.

After finishing all the miscellaneous tasks, Qin Feng didn't delay any longer and instantly immersed his mind in the Imperial Arena.

……

Time flew by amidst the tedious and intense practical training.

Qin Feng's first goal is to cultivate the "Ninefold Blood Spear".

The core of this level seven killing technique lies in the exquisite control of spiritual energy, requiring the martial artist to stack and vibrate spiritual energy nine times in an instant, forming nine layers of penetrating destructive power.

For Qin Feng, whose mental strength has reached the "Cup and Cup Realm" and who can easily "use one mind for ten thousand purposes," the difficulty curve is unusually gentle.

In the Imperial Arena's matchmaking battles, he locked his strength at the early planetary level, engaging in pure skill-based combat with opponents of the same level time and time again.

In just one year, he successfully cultivated this level seven killing technique, which would take countless planetary-level martial artists decades to master, to the "minor success" stage.

"For me now, it's too easy."

After exiting a match, Qin Feng floated in the virtual preparation space and sighed.

While the Ninefold Blood Spear is indeed exquisite, it is worlds apart from the Devouring Heaven Fist.

"The gap is too big."

Qin Feng shook his head. "The complexity of the martial arts information and mental power modules contained in the entire 'Ninefold Blood Spear' is not even as great as the information flow contained in the first mental imprint of the 'Heaven Devouring Fist'."

"Even though they are both level seven killing techniques, the difference in quality is like heaven and earth. And this is only level seven, so how terrifying must the difference be between level eight and level nine killing techniques?"

At this moment, he truly understood the importance of "killing techniques" as one of the fundamental techniques of martial artists.

"Without top-tier killing techniques to support it, even a person with abundant vitality and mental strength can only unleash one or two tenths of their potential. Relying solely on brute force and mental strength to directly suppress others is ultimately too crude."

After reflecting on his experience, he temporarily put aside "Ninefold Blood Spear" and devoted all his energy to honing "Heaven-Devouring Fist Technique".

Day after day, year after year.

In the Imperial Arena, he engaged in a frenzied battle against powerful phantoms from all corners of the universe.

If you lose, learn from your mistakes and try again.
Once you win, you seek out stronger opponents to challenge your limits.

Every battle is a profound practice of the "Devouring Heaven Fist Technique".

Nine years have passed in the blink of an eye.

When Qin Feng withdrew from his decade-long period of intensive training, he had engaged in over a million high-intensity battles during that time.

"The Devouring Heaven Fist Technique has finally been mastered to a minor degree."

He opened his palms, feeling the surging power within his body, "and I have successfully mastered the first killing move—[Devouring Heaven]."

"I've finally reached the 'Fighter' rank in the Imperial Arena. However... it's extremely unstable."

A helpless, bitter smile appeared on Qin Feng's face.

Over the past nine years, his rank has fluctuated between "fighter" and "ninth dan," falling down, then climbing back up through his own strength, only to fall down again when he encounters stronger opponents.

Repeatedly, he was never able to gain a foothold in the "fighter" rank.

"It seems that I need to cultivate a top-tier level 7 killing technique like the Devouring Heaven Fist to the 'Mastery' level before I can possibly maintain my footing in the 'Fighter' rank."

He suddenly remembered his high school tutor, Gu Yue.

In my memory, Gu Yue was a true "fighter" level expert.

"I never expected that Instructor Gu Yue's strength would be so great."

Qin Feng smiled, feeling even more respect for the guide in his heart.

He glanced at the time; there were less than thirty days left until the official start of the major competition in the region.

Ten years of honing my skills, it's time to emerge from seclusion.

With a thought, Qin Feng's consciousness returned to reality.

He slowly opened his eyes and walked out of the meditation room. The central square of the City of Creation was once again bustling with activity.

A century ago, millions of geniuses gathered here, but now, those who were eliminated in the assessment have long since left, leaving only one million victors who successfully advanced.

Most of them, like Qin Feng, had just finished a ten-year period of seclusion and were gradually emerging from their respective residences.

Qin Feng spotted that familiar figure in the crowd at a glance.

"Fireball".

"Qin Feng!"

Fatty Huoyuan also noticed him, his face beaming with a warm smile, and quickly walked over, "You're a real freak! First place, leaving everyone else behind!"

"It's just a fluke."

Qin Feng smiled; this was his habitual response.

Just then, a sharp gaze fell upon them, and a tall, imposing young man with a sharp, spear-like demeanor walked towards them.

It is indeed metal and wood.

"Qin Feng."

Kaneki walked closer, looked at him with a complicated expression, and said sincerely, "It's been a few years, and you've become even stronger."

"Back in the Starry Sky Cup, I was still able to beat you. Now, I reckon I'm no match for you anymore."

Kaneki's tone carried a hint of regret, but more so a pure yearning for martial arts. "The Devouring Heaven Fist contains too many mysteries. Comprehending the ninetieth trace of spiritual power was my limit. Unfortunately, I was ultimately unable to cross that hurdle and continue to comprehend and explore more of its knowledge."

"Excessive praise."

Qin Feng remained as calm as ever.

Huo Yuan, standing to the side, looked at Qin Feng and then at Jin Mu, only to be surprised to find that he knew all three of the top three from the small war zone.

His eyes lit up, and he immediately said excitedly, "Qin Feng, Jin Mu! Since the three of us know each other and happen to be in the top three, why don't we form an alliance? That way, when we get to the war zone, we can look out for each other!"

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, Kaneki raised an eyebrow and pondered, "That's fine then. However, I'm still not entirely clear on the specific rules of the war zone. Do you... have any information?"

"Yes, we guarantee it!"

The chubby little boy patted his chest excitedly, a mysterious and confident smile on his face.

Seeing his appearance, Qin Feng and Jin Mu both perked up and pricked up their ears.

Facing the curious gazes of Qin Feng and Jin Mu, a mysterious smile appeared on Huo Yuan's chubby face. He lowered his voice, as if sharing some top-secret information:

"To talk about a major war zone, you have to understand its scale first."

Our human empire claims to have a million warbands, but that's just a rough estimate.

In reality, the number of named and rankable warbands is approximately five million.

Huo Yuan held up five fingers and gestured.

"According to the rules, each battle group is qualified to recommend one million planetary geniuses to participate in the 'Cosmic Genius Battle'."

"You guys count, how many people are there?"

Upon hearing this question, even the composed Qin Feng and Jin Mu couldn't help but feel a slight chill.

Five million multiplied by one million.

This is an astronomical unit that makes any number pale in comparison—five trillion!

"Five trillion..."

Kaneki's eyes sharpened, and he murmured, "Moreover, those recommended by the major warbands are no ordinary people. Their talent is far superior to that of our small war zone."

Small war zones are open selection processes within war groups.

The Great War Zone is where all the elites selected from the Empire's various war groups clash; it is a true battlefield for geniuses.

"exactly."

Huo Yuan nodded and continued, "As for the rules, you must remember that the fundamental purpose of the 'Cosmic Genius Battle' is always to cultivate geniuses. Therefore, the resources involved will be extremely abundant."

He emphasized the word "resources".

"According to the information I have received, there is a high probability that we will be deployed to one or more trial star systems that have been personally created by the empire's top experts."

"Trial Galaxy?"

Qin Feng let out a soft "hmm," as he had indeed heard of the Trial Planet.

"Yes, it's basically an enlarged version of the Trial Planet."

The only difference is that the area is larger and the scope is wider, directly elevating it to the level of galaxies, and there might even be several galaxies connected together as the arena.

Huo Yuan explained, "In this kind of trial star system, the internal ecology, resources, and even the spiritual realm are all under the absolute control of the King-level powerhouses. Therefore, even if we are killed inside, we will not truly die, but will be pulled out by the great power."

This setting made Qin Feng instantly understand the core logic of the war zone—encourage fighting, but not at the expense of geniuses.

"What about the competition format?"

Qin Feng asked the most crucial question.

"The competition format will definitely be a brutal elimination tournament."

Huo Yuan's expression turned serious. "I've studied the competition format of the last three Genius Battles, and they're all very similar. The total duration of the competition will last a full thousand years!"

A thousand years!

This time span made both Qin Feng and Jin Mu feel its heavy weight.

"The competition uses a points-based system."

Huo Yuan continued to explain in more detail, "After entering the arena, each of us should receive a token such as a 'jade tablet' that carries points."

The rules are simple: kill your opponent and you can plunder all the points in their jade token.

The players who are killed are not immediately eliminated, but are instead placed back into a random location on the field.

"Re-deploy?"

Kaneki astutely grasped the key point: "Then wouldn't that mean one could be resurrected indefinitely?"

"No,"

Huo Yuan shook his finger. "Although the defeated contestant is 'resurrected,' his points are reset to zero, and he will gain temporary hunting privileges—within a specified time limit, he can see the locations of other martial artists. If he can successfully defeat one person, he can successfully 'reborn.' If he exceeds the time limit or is defeated again within the time limit, he will be truly eliminated."

Upon hearing this, a look of understanding flashed in Qin Feng's eyes.

It not only encourages players to hunt others, but also encourages the victims to seek revenge.

The chase and escape will ignite more battles, ensuring that the entire arena will never be peaceful.

"Finally, at the moment when the millennium ends, the system will tally the points of all 'survivors' and make a final ranking."

Huo Yuan added the last and most crucial point: "This year's competition format will most likely remain the same. After all, each competition format of the Human Empire usually lasts for more than ten rounds before undergoing a major change."

"I see."

Qin Feng nodded slightly.

Points, hunting, resurrection, revenge, final survival... a few simple keywords outline an incredibly bloody yet opportunity-filled competition.

"That's why I said the three of us could join forces."

Huo Yuan looked at the two of them and said solemnly, "We should look out for each other."

"clear."

This time, Qin Feng and Jin Mu both nodded without hesitation.

Under such brutal rules, the strategic value of a stable alliance composed of top talents is self-evident.

"Sigh, if only we could break into the top 100."

Huo Yuan's face showed a look of longing as he sighed, "As long as you can get a ranking in the top 100, you will get a chance to apply to go to the 'Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races'!"
That place has a great many top-tier opportunities, and many of these opportunities have been pre-marked by our human empire and reserved for the most outstanding geniuses to obtain.

That's true meteoric rise!

Hearing this, Qin Feng couldn't help but look at Huo Yuan with newfound respect.

The secret of the "Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races" was just told to him by his master, Devouring King.

This might not be a secret among the empire's high command, but it was absolutely unheard of for ordinary planetary-level warriors.

This seemingly harmless, chubby intelligence operative, Huo Yuan, probably has a much more impressive background than he imagined.

Just as the three reached a consensus and were about to discuss some details, a clear and majestic voice, like a divine decree, instantly covered the entire square of the City of Creation, clearly reaching the ears of every genius.

It was the examiner, Luo Yu.

"Contestants."

The bustling noise in the square vanished instantly, and millions of eyes turned to the sky.

"The Great War Zone is about to open. All players, please accept the warp teleportation invitation immediately and proceed to the Great War Zone location."

"It should be stated beforehand that..."

The entire war zone will be under constant, unobstructed surveillance and broadcast live to all inhabited planets of the Human Empire.

This involves the participants' personal spiritual practice and falls under the category of personal privacy.

All participants are requested to submit the 'Privacy Disclosure Agreement' immediately. Failure to submit will be considered an automatic forfeiture of participation.

These words, however, did not cause any ripples among the millions of geniuses present.

Everyone appeared unusually calm and, almost without hesitation, selected "agree" on their personal screens.

For these martial artists who grew up within the imperial system, this was already an unspoken rule.

The so-called privacy of cultivation is not a secret at all for planetary-level beings.

Most of the cultivation methods that everyone uses can be purchased in the Empire's trading post; the only difference lies in the level of proficiency and personal understanding.

Qin Feng shared the same thought.

True privacy and secrecy belong to those who have transcended their own martial arts path and reached the "black hole" level or higher.

A mere planetary-level being is practically invisible to the true big shots; there's no need to get hung up on it.

After the last player submitted the agreement, a teleportation invitation flashing with silver light popped up on everyone's screen at the same time.

Qin Feng agreed without hesitation.

The next moment, a dazzling beam of light descended from the sky, completely enveloping him.

Looking around, a million identical beams of light shot into the sky across the entire square, creating an extremely spectacular scene.

Within the light, space began to violently distort and fold.

In the blink of an eye, the light dissipated, and a million geniuses vanished from the square of the City of Creation, leaving only an empty space behind.
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The dizziness from the warp teleportation receded like a tide, replaced by a torrent of energy that swept over us, a mixture of billions of different auras.

Qin Feng steadied himself and slowly opened his eyes.

The scene before him stirred a ripple in his heart, which had been tempered into a still well by a century of cultivation.

He was standing in a vast square whose immensity defied description.

The square's surface is paved with an unknown pure white jade, smooth as a mirror, yet seamlessly integrated, extending infinitely in all directions to the horizon.

And on this boundless square, there are people.

They are like a vast ocean, with no end in sight.

The crowds were like a sea.

The number of martial artists here has surpassed the significance of conventional counting.

Five trillion.

Looking around, Qin Feng saw that these geniuses from various war groups of the empire had different appearances and distinct temperaments.

There were giants over three meters tall, with muscles as bulging as granite, exuding a savage aura.

There were blond, blue-eyed warriors with slender figures, dressed in gorgeous, form-fitting soft armor.

There were also some martial artists whose skin was as dark as the deepest night, with distinct facial features.

Some people have a pale blue complexion and hair that flows like a waterfall, gently swaying in the air. Their aura is serene and profound, as if containing the secrets of the starry sea.

In addition, there are a large number of mixed-race martial artists with mixed facial features, clearly born from intermarriages between different civilizations and races, and their appearances are extremely varied.

Qin Feng could even clearly sense that among the crowd not far away, there were several particularly powerful, obscure and terrifying auras. Just sensing them from afar gave him a huge sense of threat, as if he were being watched by a giant beast.

"You see it."

Huo Yuan lowered his voice, his tone tinged with shock, "Most of the warriors under our 'Ultimate Warriors' command have black hair and black eyes. Other top-tier commands, such as 'Fire Dragon,' 'Thunder,' and 'Sanctuary,' have all sorts of unique civilizations and different educational models, resulting in a diverse array of top geniuses."

Some of those who come from impoverished warbands are the most ruthless of the ruthless.

Qin Feng nodded silently.

This is not merely a gathering of geniuses, but a concentrated display of countless brilliant civilizations within the human empire.

A unified school system like that of the Extreme Warband is actually quite rare. Most warbands select top geniuses through cruelty and bloodshed.

The prodigies of the Extreme Battle Team are even jokingly referred to as flowers in a greenhouse.

"These are the top five trillion geniuses selected from countless civilizations and star systems within the human empire."

Qin Feng looked around and felt the most direct pressure in his heart for the first time regarding the goal of "top 100".

The significance of this match far exceeded anything he had ever imagined.

To emerge from this ocean of monsters and break into the final top 100 is an incredibly difficult task.

"I don't know if I can make it into the top 100..."

Qin Feng sighed softly in his heart, "If I fail to achieve my goal and can't even get into the top 100, how will I have the face to see my master, Devouring King, in the future?"

Just then, Qin Feng and the other two were all drawn to the scene in the center of the square.

There, a hundred-meter-high platform quietly rose up, its existence unknown.

The platform has an extremely simple design, and is made entirely of a dark gold metal without any superfluous decorations.

However, it stands quietly in the center of millions of people, naturally attracting everyone's attention.

At the top of the platform, a figure sat quietly.

"Nine Spirit King!"

Huo Yuan's breath hitched, and she let out a suppressed gasp.

A supreme powerhouse at the King level!
Qin Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately focused his gaze, even subconsciously mobilizing his "Cup and Cup Realm" spiritual power in an attempt to glimpse the true face of that powerful figure.

However, just like when he first faced his master, Devouring King, through the subspace network, all his explorations came to nothing.

The figure seemed to exist in another dimension; it could be seen but not perceived.

His spiritual power swept over, and he could only feel the immense pressure of a vast universe, but he couldn't make out any specific features of the other party.

It was as if it were an absolute void, yet it also seemed to contain the ultimate truth of the universe; any attempt to peer into it was utterly futile.

……

Time slowly passed during the long and oppressive wait.

On the square, the five trillion prodigies sat or stood, some with their eyes closed in meditation, others whispering with their companions, maintaining a peculiar order.

A month goes by in a blink of an eye.

After the last batch of prodigies from remote star regions were teleported to the plaza, all the participants from the entire competition area had gathered.

At that very moment, the figure who had sat motionless on the throne for a month finally made a move.

A voice, without warning, resounded in everyone's mind.

The voice was calm and majestic, devoid of any emotion, yet it contained an unquestionable supreme rule.

"The Cosmic Genius Battle - Great War Zone, the competition begins."

A simple sentence instantly plunged the entire square into absolute silence.

Everyone's breath stopped at that moment.

The voice of the Nine Spirit King continued to echo in everyone's minds as he began to announce the rules of the competition:
"Attention all contestants, the competition rules are as follows."

"Soon, you will each be given your own 'Information Jade Token' and will be placed into the Trial Star Cluster. This Trial Star Cluster consists of 10,000 star systems, containing a vast amount of cultivation resources, as well as a large number of alien creatures. Opportunities and dangers coexist."

"This trial star system is under my control."

During this period, even if you are killed, you will not truly die.

"Your 'Information Jade Tokens' will record all your information and points."

For each enemy you successfully defeat, you will gain 1 base point and can also plunder all the points currently held in the enemy's jade token.

"If you are unfortunately defeated, you will be randomly thrown to various parts of the star system by the power of the rules and enter a ten-year 'hunting period'."

"During the 'hunt period,' if you successfully kill any enemy, you will regain your official eligibility to participate, and your points will start counting again from the enemy you killed."

If a kill is not achieved during the 'hunting period,' or if the player is defeated again, they will be officially eliminated and permanently disqualified from the competition.

"..."

(End of this chapter)