Replace me as the top scholar? Go talk to my Marshal Grandpa!

Wang Quan nodded and was about to leave.

Xia Yulong suddenly spoke:

"Wait, royal power."

Wang Quan turned his head and looked at him.

Xia Yulong's expression turned serious:

"What exactly happened to you in the Netherworld thirteen years ago? Why were your whereabouts exposed? Why were you ambushed by a supreme alien powerhouse?"

Wang Dongyi also looked at Wang Quan, her eyes filled with the same question.

That ambush was shrouded in mystery.

The Thirteen Legions, led by Wang Quan, consisted of many powerful individuals and carried out top-secret missions, with their whereabouts known only to a very few.

But the alien race seemed to know everything in advance, and laid an ambush in the Netherworld, launching a surprise attack with forces several times greater than their own.

In that battle, the royal power fell, and the accompanying strongmen and the Thirteen Legions were almost completely wiped out.

The Xia dynasty suffered heavy losses.

For more than a decade, Da Xia has been investigating this matter, but has been unable to find the truth.

If royal power could remember anything...

Wang Quan looked at them and remained silent for a few seconds.

Then, he shook his head with a wry smile:

"I have no idea."

He explained:

"The state of the 'spirit' is very special. We do not have memories of the moment we died, nor do we have any memories related to death. That memory seems to have been erased by some force."

He pointed to his head:

"All I can remember is what happened before I died. As for how I died and why I died, it's all a complete blank."

Xia Yulong and Wang Dongyi exchanged a glance, both somewhat disappointed.

They never expected that "spirit" had such a mechanism.

Wang Quan looked at them and sighed, "I'm sorry, I can't help you."

Wang Dongyi shook his head: "It's nothing. It's enough that you came back to see us."

Wang Quan nodded and waved to the two of them:

"I'm gone."

After saying that, his consciousness returned to the sea of ​​his soul.

Wang Xian regained control of her body.

He looked at Wang Dongyi and Xia Yulong in front of him and nodded slightly: "Third Uncle, Dean Xia."

Wang Dongyi looked at him, her eyes still slightly dazed.

I was just talking to my sixth brother, and now he's gone.

This feeling of loss made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

But he quickly recovered.

He patted Wang Xian on the shoulder:

"Little Fairy, play your best in the remaining matches."

Wang Xian nodded.

……

The first round of the competition lasted another day and a half.

After Qin Chong and Wang Xian put on a series of spectacular battles, the subsequent matches became somewhat lackluster.

After all, those two matches were incredibly impactful for the audience.

A scene where a dragon beast is smashed to pieces with a single punch is not something you see every day.

And there were no clashes between the champion seeds afterward; it was all one-sided crushing victories.

The audience was getting a little drowsy.

Finally, the first round is over.

Eight people from each of the four groups (A, B, C, and D) advanced to the next round.

Of the eight players who advanced from Group D, Wang Xian, Qin Chong, Taoist Zhang Xuling, and prodigy Su Xingye all advanced with perfect records, each accumulating 10 points.

The remaining four players all scored 9 points and lost a game.

The champions and seeds from the other groups also advanced smoothly.

The only champion seed who failed to advance was Long Qingyu.

They lost both of their matches and didn't even make it to the second round.

The audience dragged him out of the public eye again to retaliate.

"Tsk tsk, young master of the Long family, is this all?"

"A champion seed, my foot! Pshaw!"

"Bad luck? You ran into the monster Qin Chong in the first match and the prodigy Wang Xian in the second. That's definitely bad luck. But if you're not strong enough, you're not strong enough. Don't make excuses."

"The Long family has lost face big time this time."

Discussions rose and fell.

Long Qingyu's name has become synonymous with a joke.

The second round of the competition began soon.

This round is the knockout stage.

Thirty-two people, fighting each other in pairs.

The winners advance to the round of 16, while the losers go to the losers' bracket.

In the round of 16, the winners advance to the quarterfinals, while the losers go to the losers' bracket.

Then it's quarterfinals, semifinals, and finally the championship match.

The eight players who failed in the round of 16 will need to compete in another round to vie for ninth and tenth place.

After all, only the top ten are qualified to go to smaller planes to hunt down the chosen ones!

On the big screen, the random matching of opponents for the second round begins.

All eyes were focused on the huge screen.

Match 1: Ye Chuan VS Fu Zizhen.

A commotion erupted in the audience!

"Holy crap! The very first match of the second round is a showdown between the championship seeds?!"

That's right!

The twelfth champion seed that Ye Chuan was so secretive about and unwilling to reveal on the spot was himself!

At the time, Wang Xian guessed it was his.

In the first round of the competition, he confirmed his guess.

My two roommates are both top students in this year's freshmen class.

Wang Xian was somewhat moved.

This dormitory is truly a place where hidden talents abound.

……

Before the match began.

Wang Xian and the other two cheered Ye Chuan on.

Ye Chuan waved his hand, looking relaxed, and said:

"Oh, no need, no need."

"So what if he's Fu Zizhen? So what if he's a direct descendant of one of the four great families? I'll take him down in no time!"

Wang Xian rolled her eyes.

This guy really knows how to show off.

Xuan Yuanqi's gaze fell on Ye Chuan's side.

There, a futuristic silver cube floats.

The cube is large, silver-white in color, with faint energy patterns flowing across its surface.

It hovered quietly beside Ye Chuan, without any support, as if unaffected by gravity.

Xuanyuan Qi asked curiously:

"What is this?"

Ye Chuan smiled mysteriously and lowered his voice to say:

"My secret weapon."

He blinked, a smug look on his face:

"As for what exactly it is... hehe, you'll find out when the time comes."

Wang Xian looked at him, a hint of curiosity rising in her heart.

Does this guy have some hidden trump card up his sleeve?

Ye Chuan stood up and walked towards the dueling platform.

The silver cube floated there, following him.

All eyes were on him.

Or rather, it's all focused on the silver cube next to him.

That thing was too conspicuous.

On the dueling platform.

Fu Zizhen was already standing there.

He was wearing a dark-colored training uniform, with an upright posture and a calm demeanor.

As a direct descendant of the Fu family, he received top-notch training from a young age, and every move he made exuded the demeanor of a great family.

His gaze fell on Ye Chuan, who was walking towards him.

More precisely, it landed on the silver cube next to Ye Chuan.

What is that?

He frowned slightly.

Using the Fu family's intelligence network, he had investigated the information of all the champion seed players in advance.

However, there is very little information about Ye Chuan. All that is known is that he is the top scorer in Wujing Province and has considerable strength.

As for this silver cube, it is not mentioned at all in the information.

Ye Chuan stepped onto the dueling platform and stood about ten meters away from Fu Zizhen.

The two stood facing each other, silent.

Fu Zizhen didn't say anything, but continued to observe Ye Chuan, especially the silver cube.

Ye Chuan didn't say anything, but simply crossed his arms and wore a mysterious smile.

Until the referee's voice rang out:

"The match begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Chuan moved.

Instead of charging towards Fu Zizhen, he gave a soft shout:

"Heavenly Sorrow Armor, activated!!"