What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

Chapter 56

"You've come to Beijing Martial Arts University?"

Everyone, including the students from the eleven prefectures who had already lined up below the arena, turned their gazes toward the huge alloy passageway door on the east side.

The sound of leather boots clicking on the polished marble floor could be heard.

The pace was surprisingly consistent, neither hurried nor slow.

Ten figures slowly emerged from the shadows of the passage, completely exposed to the blinding sunlight.

The pure white, specially made martial arts uniform was spotless, almost dazzlingly clean.

The cuffs and left chest of the garment were engraved with extremely fine gold thread depicting ferocious dragons. When the sunlight shone on them, the golden dragons seemed to come alive, as if about to take flight.

Ten people.

They did not deliberately emit any breath, nor did they intentionally maintain a rhythmic breathing pattern.

They were just walking around casually.

But that sharp edge that emanated from the very core was like ten blades already pressed against everyone's throats, causing a dull ache to the skin.

In the stands, a young spectator wearing black-rimmed glasses stood there for a long time, then reached out and tugged at his companion's sleeve.

"What happened?"

The bespectacled man lowered his voice, his tone full of confusion.

"When Qinglan and Wuyue came out just now, weren't there fifty people in total? Why is there only ten people from Shangjing Martial Arts University?"

"Ten people?"

The fat man next to him sneered, his eyes fixed on the pure white square formation below.

"For the Martial Arts University of the capital, sending ten people to the competition is already considered to be giving the other eleven prefectures enough face."

The fat man looked around and then mysteriously leaned close to the bespectacled man's ear.

"I have a childhood friend who works in the administration building of Shangjing Prefecture. When he was drunk, he let slip that Shangjing Martial Arts University attaches great importance to this Youth Martial Arts Competition."

"Don't be fooled by the fact that there are only ten of them. These ten aren't just freshmen coming to broaden their horizons; they're all absolute elites, handpicked from the upperclassmen of Beijing Martial Arts University!"

The bespectacled man frowned deeply after hearing this.

"Why?"

"Isn't this just an ordinary youth competition? In previous years, the people from the Capital Martial Arts University sat in the VIP seats as referees. They didn't bother to compete with other prefectures for rankings."

The fat man shook his head and spread his hands.

"The specific details are beyond the knowledge of ordinary people like us."

"But think about it. The federal government suddenly changed the rules overnight and added a hunting competition for alien races that would be practiced on the battlefield of the heavens."

"With these two things happening together, those big shots at the top must be playing a very big game."

"That person...I know him!"

In the front row, a thin man suddenly stood up, his finger trembling as he pointed downwards.

His voice was severely off-key due to extreme shock.

"That woman at the very front! I'm absolutely certain I've seen her picture in our internal martial arts journal!"

The eyes of hundreds of people around him instantly focused on his finger.

That was the leader of the martial arts team from the capital.

A tall, slender young woman.

She had shoulder-length short hair, an expressionless face, and delicate features that exuded an extremely cold and aloof aura.

"That's Wei Xiaoran!"

"The current Prefect of Shangjing Prefecture is Wei Peng's granddaughter!"

"Martial arts journals have long reported that she had already reached the peak of the Thousand-Pound Realm three years ago!"

"Three whole years have passed... Her current cultivation level must have already reached the Flying Heaven Realm!"

The Realm of Flying Heaven?!

These three words were uttered.

In the stands, hundreds of spectators dropped their beverage bottles and snack bags on the ground with a clatter.

Everyone's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and gasps of astonishment filled the stands.

A girl not even twenty years old, Flying Realm?

It should be noted that many of the teachers leading the teams from Wuhan University have spent half their lives in hard work and have only barely reached the threshold of the Flying Heaven Realm!

"This talent..."

The fat man's legs went weak, and he slumped back into his chair, his eyes glazed over.

"This guy is a monster who's just as good as Lord Xiao Qiong back in the day!"

The gasps from the stands naturally reached the ears of the participating teams in front of the arena below.

The students from all eleven prefectures turned their heads and stared intently at the ten-person team from the Capital Martial Arts University.

Especially Wei Xiaoran, who was locked at the very front.

Qinglan is at Wuhan University.

Chen Tiantian, who is only twelve years old and is hailed as a once-in-a-century genius, no longer has that carefree baby smile on his face.

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly at his sides.

Fan Rui, from Wuyue Wuhan University, began to breathe noticeably heavier.

The oppressive feeling emanating from that girl was not just due to the difference in their cultivation levels.

It's still the sense of powerlessness brought about by the gap in talent.

A Flying Realm expert who is not yet twenty years old.

In a competition among young martial artists whose highest combat strength is only at the fourth or fifth level of the Thousand Jun Realm, this can no longer be called a competition.

This is called a one-sided dimensional reduction attack.

The process continued until all twelve teams had lined up below the arena.

The murmurs from the stands gradually subsided.

on the rostrum.

Li Shanshan, the president of the Human Martial Arts Association, walked slowly to the microphone, dressed in an elegant women's martial arts uniform.

She cleared her throat, and her steady voice echoed through the loudspeaker under the enormous dome.

"Dear students and audience members."

"As you all know, this year's Youth Martial Arts Competition will adopt a brand new format."

"The competition will be divided into two parts: a ring match and an alien hunting competition."

Li Shanshan paused briefly, her gaze sweeping over the twelve teams below.

"Now I will announce the specific details."

"The final score is calculated as follows: 20% from the arena competition and 80% from the alien hunting competition!"

"boom!"

The audience in the stands erupted in uproar once again.

Eighty percent?

"According to these rules, the arena competition is practically a bonus; the results of the alien hunting competition are the key to determining life and death!"

In the front seat, an old soldier with three ferocious claw marks on his face and his left arm severed at the root slammed his remaining right hand against the metal railing in front of him.

"Good! Well done!"

The veteran's voice was rough and hoarse, and his face was flushed.

"We human warriors, having honed our skills, are meant to fight those beasts on the battlefields of the heavens!"

"Only by truly fighting and killing alien races on the battlefields of the heavens can a martial artist demonstrate their true value!"

He turned his head and glanced disdainfully at the flat alloy arena in the center.

"What kind of competitions were those before? A bunch of hothouse flowers, just touching blows on a safe stage—it was like children playing house!"

The veteran's words immediately resonated with a large audience around him.

Everyone nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with intense anticipation for the bloody battle to come.

Li Shanshan pressed her hands together lightly to suppress the noise from the stands and continued reading the rules.

"The tournament will be played in a round-robin format."

"Each martial arts university sends its warriors to take turns on the stage. The winners defend their positions, and the losers are eliminated, until all the participants from either side are defeated."

"The inter-racial hunting competition, on the other hand, uses a points system."

"All participating students from Wuhan University will be teleported to a designated special area in the Battlefield of the Heavens."

"The Federation will conduct a rigorous points calculation based on the number of alien races hunted by each team and the danger level of those races. Ultimately, the team with the highest total points will win!"

The rules have been read aloud.

Below the arena, apart from the ten students from the Capital Martial Arts University who remained expressionless, the students from the other ten prefectures all looked rather grim.

A war of attrition?

Facing Wei Xiaoran, who is at the Flying Heaven Realm, this competition format means that as long as she stands on the stage, she is fully capable of defeating fifty opponents at once, throwing these so-called elite students from strong schools off the stage one by one like sacks.

Despair quickly spread among Qinglan, Wuyue, and other teams.

however.

The atmosphere was completely different in the black square formation of fifty people at Cangyun Martial Arts University.

Rong Jing lowered her head slightly and reached out to straighten her high ponytail.

She turned her head, lowered her voice, and raised her eyebrows at Liu Bo and Luo Yurou beside her.

"The tournament only accounts for 20%."

A glint of light flashed in Rong Jing's eyes.

"There's no need for us to fight to the death with someone at the Flying Heaven Realm in the arena; it's not worth it."

"When the time is right, you can give up directly."

At this point, Rong Jing's lips involuntarily curled upwards, letting out a low "hehehe" laugh.

"But this hunting competition..."

Rong Jing stuck out her tongue and licked her slightly dry lips.

"It accounts for 80 percent."

"Go to the battlefields of the heavens to kill alien races? Isn't that just walking right into our line of fire?"

"Sister Jing is right!"

Liu Bo stood to the side and nodded emphatically in deep agreement.

His right thumb habitually rested on the hilt of the long sword, gently stroking it.

In terms of cultivation level, they were indeed inferior to that monstrous Wei Xiaoran.

But when it comes to understanding the physiological structure of other races, the efficiency of the killings, and the ruthlessness of the perpetrators...

Liu Bo was absolutely confident that these top students from Beijing Martial Arts University weren't even qualified to carry their shoes.

Luo Yurou did not participate in the conversation between the two.

She stood quietly at the front of the group, wearing a specially made, fiery red combat suit.

He turned his head slightly.

The gaze passed over the several teams in between and landed precisely on Wei Xiaoran, who was dressed in white and had no expression.

Flying Realm.

For other students at Wuhan University, these three words represent an insurmountable chasm and a suffocating despair.

But there was no fear in Luo Yurou's eyes.

Instead of fear, an extremely pure and intense fighting spirit was rising wildly deep within her pupils.

It's true that she's at the peak of the Thousand-Pound Realm.

But don't forget, what flows in her Qi Sea is the S-rank "Burning Technique" with no rank limit.

Fighting opponents of higher levels is commonplace for this domineering martial art.

A Flying Realm genius under twenty years old?

Luo Yurou's lips curved into a barely perceptible smile.

Let's see if the capital city has a deeper foundation, or if the resort's external advantages are more powerful.