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

On the ring, the atmosphere fell into an extremely eerie stillness.

Opposite Liu Bo, the fifty Thousand Jun Realm students from Nanjiang Martial Arts University who had charged forward aggressively hesitated.

Liu Bo held his long sword in one hand, glancing sideways at his stunned opponents, his brows furrowing with extreme impatience.

"Are you trying to be cute?"

Liu Bo put his left hand on his hip, casually waving his long sword at his side, his tone full of mockery.

"Don't just stand there! Fifty of you came all this way in such a grand display, are you here for a tour?"

His voice was clearly transmitted to every corner of the venue through the amplification array at the edge of the arena.

"My time is very precious."

"If each of you fifty people wastes one minute, how much time will be wasted for the 100,000 audience members in this venue?"

"well……"

At this point, Liu Bo sighed helplessly, his tone becoming somewhat mournful.

"Well, okay, they can do it then!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a glint flashed in Liu Bo's eyes.

"boom!"

The alloy floor beneath my feet emitted a dull thud, and a visible shockwave rippled outwards from the ground.

He transformed into a streak of dark red light and charged directly into the human wall formed by the fifty Thousand-Jin Realm warriors!

"You are surrounded!"

Liu Bo's voice lingered in the air.

"Form ranks! Stop him!"

The receptionist who had been provoking us at the registration desk yesterday was now standing at the very front of the line.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, pouring all the Yuan Power of the second level of the Thousand Jun Realm into the longsword without reservation. The earthy yellow light shone brightly, attempting to build the first line of defense.

However, in the face of absolute power, all struggles are in vain.

Liu Bo instantly appeared before him.

Without using any sophisticated or complicated martial arts techniques, he simply and brutally swung his longsword down from above!

"when!"

The swords clashed, producing a deafening metallic clang.

The protective Yuan Power, weighing a thousand pounds, was sliced ​​apart as easily as a hot knife cutting into butter the moment it came into contact with the dark red flames on Liu Bodao's body, without even a second of resistance.

As an S-level martial art, "Burning Technique" brought Liu Bo not only an improvement in his realm, but also a dimensional reduction in the purity of his Yuan Power.

His Yuan Power density is several times, or even more than ten times, that of these ordinary Thousand Jun Realm martial artists!

"Snap!"

The standard-issue longsword in the male receptionist's hand let out a mournful cry and snapped in two.

Liu Bo twisted his wrist, the blade pointing forward, and slammed it heavily into the boy's chest.

With a dull thud of bones dislocating, the boy didn't even have time to scream before he was sent flying backward more than ten meters like a kite with a broken string.

He knocked over a large group of his companions behind him, then his eyes rolled back and he passed out.

One strike, and the formation is broken!

After battling in the battlefield of ten thousand races and being repeatedly "beaten" by those alien experts in the chess and card room of the war of ten thousand races.

Liu Bo's current fighting style has become extremely concise, deadly, and efficient.

Horizontal slash, diagonal chop, upward thrust, side kick.

He wielded his sword with great force, each strike carrying immense power.

Dark red elemental energy weaved back and forth among the crowd.

It was as if we were in an empty place.

"Bang!"

Liu Bo sidestepped the two spears thrusting at him, and with a backhand slash, he sent the two men flying with the flat of his blade.

"Thump!"

Immediately afterwards, he kicked a fat man in the stomach who was trying to sneak up on him.

The fat man screamed in agony, his massive body rolling seven or eight times on the ground before finally stopping.

A one-sided and utter defeat without any suspense.

Liu Bo didn't even try to dodge those weak attacks; he relied entirely on his powerful and solid Yuan energy to withstand the damage and continue outputting damage.

Time passed second by second.

More and more people fell on the stage, and the painful screams gradually replaced the initial shouts of battle.

ten minutes.

Only ten minutes had passed since the referee announced the start of the match.

After Liu Bo knocked out the last Nanjiang student who was still struggling with his life with a karate chop, the huge alloy arena finally fell completely silent.

Fifty contestants from Nanjiang Martial Arts University, all at the Thousand Jun Realm level, were lying haphazardly on the ground.

He was clutching his chest, panting heavily, and groaning as he held his broken arm.

No one can stand up anymore.

In contrast, Liu Bo...

He stood steadily in the center of the field, his breathing remaining calm, without even taking a breath.

He casually flicked his longsword, creating an extremely beautiful flourish, and then rested the tip of the blade on the ground.

Liu Bo looked down at his defeated subordinates, who were wailing in pain, his eyes filled with no sympathy, only deep indifference.

"If I were Zhou Bin..."

Liu Bo's voice wasn't loud, but in the deathly silent stadium at that moment, it exploded like a thunderclap.

"Seeing you all lying on the ground groaning like this, the cultivation resources that were specially allocated to you are not even worth feeding to the dogs."

He leaned down slightly, looking at a Nanjiang student at his feet who was still struggling to get up, his tone extremely cold.

"That means the rules of the competition do not allow killing."

He paused, his eyes revealing a fierce aura honed on the brink of life and death.

"Otherwise, at this point in time, all fifty of you would already be dead."

boom!

In the circular stands, the 100,000 spectators, who had endured a long period of deathly silence, finally erupted in a frenzy at this moment.

The enormous gasps of surprise converged into a tsunami, nearly tearing the stadium's transparent dome off.

"They won?! They actually won?!"

"Ten minutes! One person single-handedly defeated fifty martial artists of the same level in just ten minutes!"

The crowd in the stands was in a state of extreme frenzy and confusion.

"How could this be so ridiculously strong?!"

A young martial artist wearing glasses frantically pounded on the railing, his face filled with disbelief.

"From this day forward, Cangyun Martial Arts University has truly stood up!"

Not only the ordinary spectators, but even Li Shanshan on the podium abandoned her casual demeanor and stared intently at Liu Bo on the ring.

"Xiao Qiong, what exactly did she do?"

at the same time.

The atmosphere in the training area of ​​Beijing Martial Arts University, which had been observing the situation from the sidelines, also underwent a subtle change.

The teacher in charge, Chu Tian, ​​straightened up from the back of his chair.

He crossed his hands on his knees, his deep gaze fixed on the dark red elemental energy that was gradually receding from Liu Bo's body.

"The cultivation technique this kid practices is quite interesting."

Chu Tian commented softly, his tone carrying a hint of scholarly refinement.

He was knowledgeable and could tell at a glance that the reason Liu Bo could so easily crush his peers was due to that strange and domineering technique.

Sitting next to him, Wei Xiaoran's perpetually icy face showed a slight change.

She remained expressionless, but a sharp glint flashed in her cool eyes.

"It should be an extremely rare, high-grade martial art."

Wei Xiaoran spoke up.

"The degree of solidification of Yuan Power has far exceeded the limit of the Thousand Jun Realm."

She raised her eyes, her gaze passing directly across the hall and landing on Liu Bo.

"In terms of the quality of Yuan energy alone, it has completely reached the level of the Flying Heaven Realm."

Wei Xiaoran offered his highly professional assessment.

"Therefore, there was no numerical advantage in this battle from the very beginning."

"Given such a huge difference in the quality of Yuan energy, let alone fifty low-level Thousand-Jin Realm cultivators."

She shook her head slightly, her tone extremely firm.

"I'm afraid even if fifty people at the ninth level of the Thousand Jun Realm joined forces, they might not be able to defeat him."

Chu Tian nodded in agreement with Wei Xiaoran's statement and continued to add to it.

"This person has extremely rich combat experience."

"Many of their moves are deadly; in a life-or-death battle, it probably wouldn't even last 10 minutes."

After saying that, Chu Tian turned his head to look at the Cangyun Martial Arts University's preparation area in the distance, his gaze sweeping over Luo Yurou and Rong Jing.

"When that girl with the whip came on stage before, her elemental power had the same characteristics."

Chu Tian stroked his chin and sighed.

"Cangyun Martial Arts University has really done something extraordinary this year, giving us all a huge surprise."

"A surprise?"

Wei Xiaoran chuckled softly, his gaze lowered again, reverting to his aloof and indifferent demeanor.

"Perhaps."

Her voice was flat and without any inflection.

"But it's still not enough."

The true Flying Realm and the Thousand-Pound Realm, which possesses the characteristics of the Flying Realm, are two completely different concepts.

She has absolute confidence, enough to suppress all fancy variables.

On the arena.

After recovering from his shock, the referee quickly stepped forward and confirmed that all the contestants from Nanjiang Martial Arts University were incapacitated. He then raised the red flag high in his hand.

"In this match, Cangyun Wu has emerged victorious!"

As the referee announced the decision, thunderous applause erupted once again throughout the stadium.

Liu Bo did not wave like the victor, nor did he step off the stage.

He slowly sheathed his long sword back into the scabbard at his waist.

He then turned around and looked toward the west side of the venue.

That area is the preparation zone where the Beijing Martial Arts University is located.

Liu Bo stared at the so-called "monsters" dressed in pure white dragon-patterned uniforms, puffed out his chest slightly, and took a deep breath.

"Referee, I have a suggestion."

Liu Bo suddenly spoke, his voice instantly drowning out the noise of the entire room.

He stretched out his right hand, pointing straight towards the direction of the Beijing Martial Arts University, a wildly arrogant smile curving his lips.

"Anyway, beating these weaklings isn't even a warm-up."

Liu Bo's eyes were frighteningly bright, his fighting spirit burning fiercely in his pupils.

"Let's not waste everyone's time today..."

"Let's finish the competition now!"