Translator: Silavin There were not that many participants in the Martial Arts Tournament, fewer than two hundred people. However, each of these hundred-plus people was extraordinary in terms of strength and cultivation. They would be considered top talents anywhere they went. As geniuses, they were certainly proud and arrogant. At least, before encountering opponents stronger than themselves, most of these young geniuses thought they would be able to make it into the top ten. However, the reality was cruel. In fact, there were not that many spots available for them. Because even just counting the obvious ones, there were already eight people at the Martial King Realm. Moreover, there was also Princess Xia Zilin. With her Heavenly Hu Jiao Martial Soul, securing a spot should not be too much of a problem for her. This meant over a hundred people were competing for just one spot. Of course, some unexpected things could happen, because opponents were determined by random drawing. There was a good chance that those at the Martial King Realm might face each other. If someone was unlucky enough to draw one of those eight Martial Kings in the first round, they could only blame their bad luck. … In the middle of the arena, ten huge platforms stood there. After countless battles, these platforms seemed to show no traces of damage. It should be noted that in previous Martial Arts Tournaments, there had been many Martial Kings that had participated. Yet, they could not even leave a mark on these platforms, showing just how sturdy they were. It was said that this arena was also one of the structures that survived from ancient times. “Number 1, number 37, to platform 1!” “Number 13, number 163, to platform 2!” “…” “Number 38, number 142, to platform 9!” When his number was called, Qin Yichen walked directly to platform 9. By the time he got on the platform, matches had already begun on several of the previous platforms. Two people, facing Martial Kings, had directly forfeited in dejection. Fortunately, Qin Yichen’s luck was good. His first opponent had only recently entered the Fully Accomplished Spirit Realm. “Hehe, looks like my luck is really good!” After sizing up Qin Yichen, his opponent’s face immediately lit up with joy. Qin Yichen was speechless. He had wanted to say the same thing, but his opponent had beat him to it. At least, out of pity, he did not mind it since that was the only thing his opponent could do at this point. “You may begin,” announced a referee standing beside platform 9 in an emotionless voice. “Watch me finish you in one move!” That person’s aura surged as he charged at Qin Yichen. With his Fully Accomplished Spirit Realm cultivation, his techniques did appear quite impressive. However, in Qin Yichen’s eyes, he was full of openings. Swoosh! With a step, using the Falling Technique, Qin Yichen directly avoided his attack. “Huh?” When the person before Mob A had suddenly disappeared, Mob A had clearly not reacted yet. Then, accompanied by intense pain from behind, Mob A was directly thrown off the platform. “Number 142 wins!” The referee directly announced the result. Qin Yichen smiled faintly, then walked down from the platform. After he descended, he saw Princess Xia Zilin standing on platform 3. Her opponent was also someone close at the Fully Accomplished Spirit Realm. However, but upon seeing his opponent was Princess Xia Zilin, he could only bitterly smile. Although he gave it his all, he was still defeated by Xia Zilin in one move. She had not even used her Martial Soul. This just showed how strong she was. Meanwhile, on platform 4, two Martial Kings faced each other. Originally, they both could have entered the top ten, but now, one of them was destined to be eliminated. Immediately, an intense battle erupted on the platform. Both brought out their true abilities, fighting fiercely while Qin Yichen carefully observed because either of them might become his opponent. A few minutes later, one person finally made a mistake and was defeated, leaving dejectedly. The matches continued… In the third round, the black-robed person finally took to the platform. Immediately, Qin Yichen shifted his attention there. The black-robed person’s opponent turned out to be one of the eight Martial Kings, named Zuo Hongyi. This Zuo Hongyi was also a notable figure, a genius cultivated by one of Twilight City’s top Families. He naturally had quite a reputation in Twilight City. “Interesting.” A faint smile appeared at the corner of Qin Yichen’s lips. While almost every spectator believed Zuo Hongyi would win, Qin Yichen felt this still needed to be seen. The aura emanating from this black-robed person made even him wary. As soon as the match began, Zuo Hongyi looked at the black-robed person with contempt and mockingly asked, “Do you want to walk down yourself, or be carried down?” The black-robed person did not speak, standing there like a wooden statue, their aura barely perceptible. Their lack of response made Zuo Hongyi feel like he was losing face. “You can only blame your own bad luck!” Zuo Hongyi sneered, transforming into an afterimage as he swept toward the black-robed person. Bang! A palm strike landed directly on the black-robed person’s chest. Throughout the process, the black-robed person did not even try to dodge. However, something unexpected happened that surprised Zuo Hongyi and everyone else. After taking Zuo Hongyi’s palm strike, the black-robed person was not blown away. This person just stood as if rooted to the ground. Meanwhile, Zuo Hongyi’s palm strike only making this person’s robes flutter. “Ah!…” The one who screamed in agony was not the black-robed person, but Zuo Hongyi. Now, he was staring in horror at his own palm… His palm could hardly be called a palm anymore. What had been a perfectly fine palm a moment ago was now covered in blood, as if corroded by something. Even white bone visible. It was a terrifying sight. Siiii!… Sharp intakes of breath came from all around. Only at this moment did most people begin to pay attention to this black-robed person, whose face was not even visible. The black-robed person just stood there, as if Zuo Hongyi’s palm strike had not caused them any harm at all. However, Qin Yichen clearly detected that the black-robed person’s aura was also somewhat chaotic. Evidently, they were not as unaffected as they appeared to be. However, compared to the black-robed person, Zuo Hongyi was far more miserable. Even as a Martial King, he could hardly bear the bone-eroding pain. If not for his cultivation, probably not even the white bones of his palm would remain. Soon, some black energy flowed out from the black-robed person, transforming into two black hands that reached toward Zuo Hongyi, carrying a nauseating putrid air to them. “Die!” Zuo Hongyi employed his Wind Attribute Yuan Energy. Cyan energy soon spread out to resist those two black hands. However, what happened next made his eyes bulge with rage.