"What does Savage Rong Jun want with the Great Demon King Jiang Yan?!"
The square fell into near silence.
Countless gazes converged on Jiang Yan and his group.
At this moment, nearly all the strongest geniuses of the Qianwu (Dry Witch) Universe Kingdom were gathered here.
Jiang Yan—needless to say—was already regarded as a freak genius unseen in billions of years, and the most popular contender for the championship of this Peak Genius Battle.
During the preliminary and reincarnation stages, no one except Luo Feng had ever forced him to truly fight back.
Luo Feng, the famed Madman, had gone undefeated throughout the reincarnation war.
Thor had lost only to Luo Feng.
Hong, in turn, had defeated Luo Feng to seize his qualification.
When such figures stood together, it was impossible not to draw attention.
"In the peak finals," Rong Jun declared loudly, eyes blazing,
"I will defeat you, Great Demon King—and take the championship for myself!"
Since defeating Luo Feng and securing his qualification, Rong Jun had immersed himself in relentless life-and-death combat. Over the past two years, his strength had advanced by leaps and bounds.
"Hm."
Jiang Yan looked at him calmly.
"Do your best," he replied lightly.
"I hope you won't disappoint me."
"I won't," Rong Jun laughed confidently.
He then turned toward Luo Feng.
"Madman, your strength has clearly grown these past two years. I look forward to another proper battle."
Luo Feng smiled faintly.
"Savage—this time, you should be careful."
Thor snorted and stepped forward.
"Savage, in the preliminaries you chased me all over the battlefield. I had no choice but to avoid you just to secure qualification."
"But in the peak finals—"
"I won't dodge again."
Rong Jun glanced at him indifferently.
"With all due respect," he said calmly,
"based on your current strength, there's a very high chance you won't even reach me."
"You—!" Thor's face darkened.
"Haha! Great Demon King—so this is you in person!"
A bright laugh rang out as a green-haired youth strode forward.
"Third Brother," Luo Feng said, "this is Feng Lun."
During the preliminaries, Luo Feng had crossed blades with Feng Lun. Over the past two years, the two had kept in touch and developed a decent rapport.
"Hello," Jiang Yan said with a nod.
Buzz—!
Suddenly, an invisible and overwhelming pressure surged across the entire square like a tidal wave.
Everyone felt as if they had shrunk into ants—drifting helplessly in a vast ocean, one wave away from being crushed.
A towering figure strode forward.
Eight meters tall.
Clad in scaled armor.
Each step radiated terrifying authority.
The aura of an Immortal-level powerhouse flooded the square, crushing down upon every peerless genius present.
Fear surged instinctively—an inescapable reaction of life itself. Unless one's level of existence was comparable, resistance was impossible without extraordinary willpower.
Jiang Yan remained unmoved.
This pressure wasn't directed at him.
And even if it were—it wouldn't matter.
These Immortals were merely Marquis-level at their peak.
In cultivation, they surpassed him.
But in spiritual will—
They were streets behind.
Jiang Yan had already brushed the threshold of the Third Layer of Will.
"I act under the order of the Lord of Qianwu," the giant announced, voice like a resounding bell.
"I will serve as your leader for this Peak Genius Final. You may address me as Lord Thirteen."
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
"So strong…"
"Just his aura alone is terrifying…"
Lord Thirteen swept his gaze across the square.
"You are the pride of the Qianwu Universe Kingdom. The Lord places great expectations upon you."
"Do not disappoint him. Understood?"
"Understood, Lord Thirteen!"
The geniuses bowed respectfully, eyes burning with excitement.
Lord Thirteen nodded in satisfaction. His gaze briefly paused on Jiang Yan—as if wanting to say something—but he ultimately refrained.
"Very well. Let us depart."
With a wave of his hand—
The thousand geniuses of the Qianwu Universe Kingdom vanished in a flash, teleporting into a newly opened plane within the Virtual Universe.
The Peak Genius Battlefield
On a vast, boundless continent—
Flash!
1,001 figures appeared simultaneously.
The final stage of the Human Race Peak Genius Battle had officially begun.
Everyone instinctively scanned their surroundings, awe written on their faces.
"My Lord," a white-robed attendant stepped forward respectfully,
"the building assigned to the Qianwu Universe Kingdom is No. 0825."
In the distance, 1,008 colossal buildings stood arranged in a ring—each representing a universe country.
Building 0825 marked Qianwu's overall ranking from the previous session.
"Mm." Lord Thirteen nodded.
Under his lead, the group advanced toward Building 0825, passing along the edge of the massive central square.
Geniuses from other universe countries had already gathered there, murmuring among themselves.
"Qianwu Universe Kingdom has arrived!"
"That's Jiang Yan—the so-called Great Demon King? The one who slaughtered an entire city in the preliminaries?"
"Space Law and Thunder Law both crossing the threshold… dual cultivation of Martial Artist and Spiritual Master—what a monster!"
"A genius once in billions of years? Hmph. Who gave him that title?"
"And Luo Feng and Rong Jun too… Qianwu is hiding terrifying talent this year!"
"I heard Luo Feng won over nine thousand reincarnation battles—but still lost to Rong Jun!"
"Jiang Yan barely fought these past two years… who knows how far he's grown?"
The Qianwu geniuses naturally held their heads high.
Even the corners of Lord Thirteen's mouth curved faintly upward.
Jiang Yan merely swept his gaze across the square once, expression unchanged, before following the group into Building 0825.
Inside, Lord Thirteen addressed them calmly.
"There are one thousand number tokens here. Each corresponds to a private room."
"Once assigned, you may rest freely or return to the square to exchange information."
He then walked directly up to Jiang Yan and handed him a token engraved with a single character:
"1."
With a flick of his hand, the remaining tokens dispersed.
Rong Jun — No. 2Luo Feng — No. 3Hong — No. 5Thor — No. 9Feng Lun — No. 17
The ordering spoke for itself.
"Free time begins now."
With that, Lord Thirteen departed.
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