Using their identity badges, Long Chen and the others entered a massive teleportation gate one by one. As they stepped through the portal, Long Chen's vision blurred, and he found himself on an island spanning tens of thousands of miles.
The surrounding sea was a deep blue, blending with the sky. A grand formation shrouded the island, divine light swirling, and the momentum was overwhelming.
Before Long Chen and the others lay a huge plaza. On top of the plaza were clusters of light, each with a small arena that looked like a toy.
But Long Chen knew that the orb contained spatial power, and the arena was definitely not as small as it appeared.
The light orbs appeared to number in the hundreds of thousands, floating in the air like beautiful bubbles, dazzling and radiant.
"Today is the qualification preliminaries. There are over ninety million strong fighters, and ten thousand must be selected to compete in the martial arts tournament.
In other words, in the preliminaries, ninety-nine percent of the strong players will be eliminated, so none of us can afford to be careless. Bai Shishi rarely spoke, her expression serious.
Luo Xue nodded and said, "Sister, you're right. In the preliminaries, you might also face super strong opponents. In any match, you can't be careless. If you lose, you'll lose your qualification completely, become a spectator, and might even lose your life." "
According to the rules of the Kyushu Conference, anyone eliminated would lose the right to continue.
Unless he could break into the top 128, and if he failed, he still had a chance to continue competing for the ranking and break into the top 100. There was only one chance, so he had to be cautious.
Long Chen looked around the entire island; it was all people. This was both the spectator and the participation seats. If he lost, he could only watch others compete for the rewards.
Long Chen looked at everyone and said, "As I said before, don't take unnecessary risks. If the gap with the enemy is too great, just admit defeat." "
"Understood."
The disciples of the War God Hall nodded. They knew their main purpose in coming here was to broaden their horizons. Long Chen, Bai Shishi, Young Master Changchuan, and Bai Xiaole were the main contenders for the championship.
Long Chen looked at the crowded audience, hoping to spot any familiar faces among them. However, there were too many people, and the formation blocked his spiritual sense, making it impossible to use his soul to check in.
After Long Chen and the others arrived, more people were arriving one after another. Long Chen felt countless pairs of eyes staring at him like sharp blades, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Hehe, quite a few people are jealous of you." Lu Mingxuan noticed countless people glaring angrily at Long Chen and couldn't help but chuckle.
"If you don't attract envy, you're just a mediocre talent. If Third Master Long wants to make a name for himself, he has to step on their heads and move upward. That's normal." Long Chen replied indifferently. Faced with those hostile looks and provocative gestures, he couldn't be bothered to pay them any mind.
That's the path of cultivation: if you charge forward, you'll be seen as a thorn in your flesh. Those people think you're blocking their way and want to kill you.
If you don't charge forward, people will think you're weak, bully you, control everything, and if you don't comply, they'll kill you just the same.
Long Chen was very skilled at preaching, but he knew that reasoning was often just for bragging. Trying to survive by reasoning was pure fantasy.
At the Dao Debate Conference, he would reason with his mouth, but at the Martial Arts Conference, he only spoke with his fists.
Suddenly, Long Chen caught a whiff of a strange fragrance. Lu Mingxuan frowned and looked with some disgust, looking not far away, where a group of people were slowly approaching.
"What bad luck, how did I run into this guy?" Lu Mingxuan couldn't help but mutter.
Long Chen looked at the group and saw a fair-skinned man holding a folding fan, surrounded by more than a dozen heavily made-up women, surrounded like stars surrounding the moon. The women were charming and coquettish, whispering sweetly, as if treating everyone around as if they were air, openly showing off their affection.
"So arrogant? Who is this guy? Long Chen was slightly taken aback; it was the first time he'd met someone so high-profile.
"This man is named Jiang Wuji, who calls himself Young Master Wuji, acting with unchecked intent. No one can do anything to him.
He was the grandson of the sect leader of the Flower Butterfly Sect and the future leader of the sect. He was naturally gifted, and with all the sect's resources concentrated in his hands, he was truly formidable.
On the way to the Jiuzhou Conference, we encountered him before. He spoke foul and angered me, and we got into a fight on the way. But his tactics were so vicious that I didn't dare to confront him head-on. I ran away.
This guy came here probably because of me. Long Chen, you have to stand up for me. Lu Mingxuan said.
"Why should I stand up for you? You have such a strong sister—why not ask her to stand up for you? Long Chen shook his head. This Lu Mingxuan was a ghost spirit, and he didn't want to lose out in a confused way.
At that moment, Young Master Wuji, surrounded by the group of women, arrived before Long Chen and the others. He waved his folding fan, not even glancing at Long Chen, but his eyes swept over Bai Shishi, Luo Bing, and the others, before finally resting on Lu Mingxuan's face.
"Haha, the last time I saw Miss Lu, I felt like we were destined. I never expected you would bring me so many stunning beauties. It seems I, Young Master Wuji, am quite lucky with women."
There was a lecherous and wicked look in Young Master Wuji's smile, completely undisguised, as if he didn't care about everyone.
"Idiot, I have no fate with you. See? The champion of this debate tournament is my current man. If you have the guts, come and challenge him one-on-one!" Lu Mingxuan said as he hugged Long Chen's arm, pretending to be affectionate.
Damn, I knew it—she was going to use me as a shield. Long Chen was speechless; he had long had a bad feeling about this.
Young Master Wuji looked Long Chen up and down, then curled his lips: "What's so good about someone who relies on talking?" "
"Who said that? Not only is he sharp-tongued, but his tongue is especially agile. There are plenty of good points. Don't you agree with him and compare him on the spot? Lu Mingxuan said defiantly.
Damn, Long Chen was speechless. This Lu Mingxuan is so dirty, how can he say everything out loud? Even Long Chen, a grown man, couldn't stand it.
"Sharp tongue?" If you don't believe it, there's no one in this world more formidable than the young master. A woman clung to Young Master Wuji's arms, looking at Long Chen with a face full of disdain as she spoke.
"Exactly, with the attitude of growing up, you still dare to compare yourself to the young master. Do you know what shame is?"
"His clothes are tattered, like a beggar's. Just looking at him is disgusting."
Before Young Master Wuji could speak, the charming women beside him were already spitting at Long Chen at once.
"Get lost!"
Watching them flirtatiously curry favor with Young Master Wuji, Bai Shishi finally couldn't hold back any longer. Murderous intent surged in her eyes, wishing she could kill all the people in front of her.
Bai Shishi was naturally proud and looked down on women who depended on men for life, and these women made her feel even more disgusted. If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't fight here, she would have exploded long ago.
"Tell Young Master Wuji to get lost?" Do you even have that qualification? "Young Master Wuji sneered, his eyes wildly sweeping over Bai Shishi's beautiful face.
Bai Shishi's gaze instantly turned icy cold, and her jade-like hand slowly reached for the hilt of the sword at her waist.