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

The two people in mid-air met, their eyes sparking.

Let's fight again.

Half an hour later.

Luo Yurou fell from mid-air, her feet landing on the hard alloy floor. She swayed a couple of times before she could barely stand up.

Her crimson combat suit was soaked with sweat and clung tightly to her back. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving violently.

The Qi Sea was empty; there was no more Yuan energy.

Having just entered the Flying Realm, my foundation is too weak.

She looked up at Wei Xiaoran, who was still dressed in pure white and immaculate in mid-air.

"I surrender."

Luo Yurou spoke softly.

She has achieved her goal.

The person in front of her, Wei Xiaoran, was at least at the third level of the Flying Heaven Realm. She had just broken through and her realm was not yet stable. Whether it was the total amount of Yuan Power or its application, she was no match for him.

The gap between each minor realm of the Flying Heaven Realm is much greater than that of the Thousand Jun Realm!

In mid-air, the hundreds of ice spears that had just condensed behind Wei Xiaoran instantly dissipated.

She floated down slowly, her toes touching the ring, her gaze falling on Luo Yurou, who still had a faint smile on her face.

"I'm just being a sparring partner now."

Wei Xiaoran frowned slightly.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything and turned back to his own camp.

The referee quickly ran onto the ring.

"Shangjing Wuhan University wins this match!"

With this announcement, the arena competition phase of the Youth Martial Arts Tournament officially came to a close.

On the holographic projection screen, huge golden characters scrolled continuously before finally freezing.

First place: Beijing Martial Arts University. Second place: Cangyun Martial Arts University.

The 100,000 spectators in the stands erupted in deafening cheers.

Although it was only natural for Shangjing Martial Arts University to take first place, the fact that Cangyun Martial Arts University was ranked second brought an unprecedented shock to everyone.

After holding the bottom spot for ten consecutive years, they fought their way through Xiling and Wuyue to take the runner-up position.

"It was definitely worth the trip!"

"That's right. Besides witnessing the dark horse's comeback, I also saw a special bloodline and a Thousand-Jin Warrior break through to the next level."

"Yeah, who would have thought that Cangyun Martial Arts University would come in second place before we came here!"

"It's a pity. It would have been more interesting if Cangyun Martial Arts University, this dark horse, had continued its winning streak and directly defeated Shangjing Martial Arts University."

In the audience, some people were still enjoying themselves.

"Dude, are you crazy?"

The audience member next to me gave me a look that said, "You're an idiot."

"What if?"

"After all, the arena competition only accounts for 20% of the overall score. Cangyun Martial Arts University has a full complement of 50 people, so they should have an advantage in hunting down alien races, right?"

"Moreover, Cangyun Martial Arts University now also has Flying Realm experts."

The person who spoke first was somewhat unconvinced and was trying to find arguments for his idea.

"Okay, if Cangyun Martial Arts University wins, I'll do a 360-degree spin and do a handstand to have diarrhea."

"Brother, you're ruthless, you're something else!"

……

On the podium, Li Shanshan walked to the microphone and pressed her hands down.

The noise in the venue gradually subsided.

"The tournament stage has come to a successful conclusion."

"Next, each team will rest for a day."

Li Shanshan looked serious, and her voice was amplified throughout the venue through the sound system.

"The second stage of the competition begins tomorrow morning: the Alien Hunting Tournament!"

"The arena is located in a designated area of ​​the Battlefield of the Heavens. I must remind you that it is not a safe arena."

"The alien races are ruthless by nature, and the battlefields of the heavens are harsh. Points are important, but returning alive is the most important thing."

The participating teams from various Wuhan Universities looked solemn in the audience.

Chen Tiantian from Qinglan Martial Arts University gripped the long sword in her hand tightly.

Fan Rui from Wuyue Wuhan University closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.

Everyone is mentally preparing for tomorrow's life-or-death battle.

Only the preparation area of ​​Cangyun Martial Arts University—

Liu Bo suddenly slapped his thigh hard, making a sharp "smack" sound.

His eyes flashed with a terrifying green light, and he turned to look at Luo Yurou and Rong Jing, who were speechless. His mouth stretched from ear to ear.

"You've run into a trap, haven't you?"

Liu Bo rubbed his hands together and excitedly spun around in place.

Then he took out a whetstone from his storage bag and rubbed it against the blade with a "snap snap" sound, sparks flying out.

"Finally, we can go back to our home turf. We felt so restricted fighting in this ring."

"You have to use the back of the knife to hit people."

Suddenly, Liu Bo stopped what he was doing, looked up, and his eyes gleamed.

"Do you think it's cheating for us to use the shopkeeper's scroll in the Battlefield of the Heavens?"

"Um?"

Rong Jing's eyes lit up.

"You know what..."

The two locked eyes.

"If it works, what if we encounter an unfamiliar alien race—"

Liu Bo: "Let's go to Senior Xu's 'War of Ten Thousand Races' chess and card room for some advanced training."

Rong Jing: "I can't beat someone strong enough—"

Liu Bo: "The hot spring is here, what are you chickening out for!"

Rong Jing: "Let Yu Rou draw another bottle."

Luo Yurou stared at the two of them speechlessly, then slapped herself on the forehead.

Finally, the two of them simultaneously let out a chilling "hehehehe" laugh.

"Who made these rules? They're great!!"

"I've been missing the shop owner these past few days."

"And the credits for the adorable little Candice."

At Cangyun Martial University, the students were as excited as a group of children who were going on a spring outing the next day.

The teacher leading the group from Nanjiang Wuda University turned around and looked at the group of Cangyun students shouting excitedly, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Don't these people know how dangerous the battlefield of the heavens is?

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The battlefield of the heavens, deep within the A-level core area.

In the eerie and dark lair of the Thornfeather Clan, a group of Thornfeather Clan members gathered together.

Among them, one of the Thorn Feather Clan members was exceptionally large.

Besides its size, its body, wings, and even the fleshy membrane between its wings have dark purple patterns.

His aura had also reached the Nine Heavens Realm.

It slowly opened its mouth.

"According to intelligence from the Shadow Wraiths, these human insects are getting bolder and bolder."

"They dare to hold a competition and move the arena to the battlefield of the heavens."

Several Thornfeather Clan subordinates knelt prostrate beneath the rock, their heads pressed tightly to the ground, barely daring to breathe.

One of his men mustered up his courage and raised his head.

"Your Highness, what do you mean?"

"Didn't they hunt down the younger members of our tribe before?"

"Kill them all."

"In human terms, it's called 'using their methods against them,' and then what was it again...?"

"In short, I call this blood for blood."

The subordinate hesitated for a moment, then lowered his body even further. "Your Highness, should we consult the King about this matter?"

Gretel lowered his head, his gaze suddenly turning cold.

"Father has consumed the heart of the blood elf and is now in a critical stage of transformation."

"Who dares to disturb him?"

His subordinate trembled in fear, his bone wings folding tightly shut.

Grell looked up at the billowing malevolent energy at the top of the nest.

"My father gave instructions before he went into seclusion. The current actions of the human race present a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"Pass down the order."

"Summon all elites from the border area between the outer and core zones. Bring along the lower-ranking vassal races and prepare for a hunt."

Gretel opened his mouth, revealing his gleaming white fangs.

"I will use the blood of these human geniuses to celebrate my father's transformation!"