The Exchange Tournament Approached

Inside the Control Center, there was utter silence.

Chief Instructor Zhao Xin stared blankly at the slowly dissipating golden rain of light on the Light Screen.

The Heaven-Slaying Martial God... a projection of his youth, defeated.

He was defeated head-on by a ten-year-old child.

Zhao Xin's Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed hard.

Gu Ci still stood with his hands behind his back, but Zhao Xin could clearly see that his seemingly calm body was trembling slightly.

Even Gu Ci was clearly shocked when he saw what was happening before him.

The Nine Martial Gods of the Human Federation would be the kind of beings that suppress countless Prodigies in any era.

But now... he has been defeated by Chen Fan, who is at the same cultivation level!

After taking several deep breaths, Zhao Xin shook his head with a wry smile.

"Forget it, let's give up thinking about it."

"Trying to understand this little guy using common sense is a mistake in itself."

Meanwhile, in a blood-soaked Star Domain, countless light-years away from Blue Star.

A towering figure, seemingly forged from Chaos Divine Iron, stood atop the shattered remains of a planet. Beneath his feet lay the carcass of a colossal Starry Sky Behemoth, its gruesome wounds still oozing magma-like blood.

This terrifying figure seemed capable of cleaving the entire Cosmic Star River with every gesture.

An extremely domineering force spread throughout the Cosmic Star River, causing the surrounding space to seem unable to withstand it, emitting a series of mournful cries.

He slowly retracted the giant axe in his hand, a weapon that seemed capable of cleaving the universe, and a drop of Divine Blood slowly slid down its blade.

Just then, his slashing motion abruptly stopped, and his eyes, which were filled with endless domineering power and fighting spirit, glanced back in the direction of Blue Star with great interest.

It felt as if I had traversed endless time and space, landing squarely in a certain spot.

"Oh..."

A soft chuckle, initially low, then transforming into a hearty laugh that reverberated throughout the entire galaxy.

"Haha! What an interesting little guy!"

"I never expected that besides that guy White Emperor, there would be someone else who could defeat my projection!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Heaven-Slaying Martial God, wielding his giant axe, strode into the depths of the battlefield.

There, an Alien Ancient God, shrouded in endless Demonic Qi and exuding the aura of an immortal deity, slowly opened his eyes.

"Now that our Human Race has produced such a monstrous talent, today..."

"Slaying an Alien King is a celebration for the pride of our Human Federation!"

The Heaven-Slaying Martial God laughed loudly, and his terrifying giant axe suddenly fell, forcefully cleaving the Cosmic Star River before him!

Time flies; half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

Simulated Training Room, Chen Fan stood quietly before the fourth collapsed and shattered pillar of light. His aura was even more unfathomable than it had been half a month ago, a return to simplicity and authenticity.

In the past two weeks, he has defeated three more projections of Young Martial Gods.

His total Qi and Blood volume remained at the perfect level of one thousand calories, without any further progress.

However, its quality underwent an incredible transformation through repeated Bone Refinement and tribulations against mythology. If it was once a torrent of golden mercury, now every drop of Qi and Blood and energy within him seemed to have transformed into a dazzling golden diamond containing boundless energy—heavy, condensed, and indestructible.

Chen Fan's Invincible Momentum became increasingly pure.

At this moment, the mere natural flow of will caused the remaining five pillars of light opposite to tremble slightly.

The five blurry projections of Young Martial Gods within the pillar of light unconsciously emitted a complex fluctuation mixed with soaring fighting spirit and... a trace of apprehension.

Just as Chen Fan was preparing to challenge the fifth projection of the Martial God, Gu Ci's calm and unwavering voice rang in his mind.

"Alright, come out now!"

Chen Fan opened his eyes, a flash of light passing through them before instantly receding and returning to its clear state.

"Is the Exchange Tournament about to begin?"

Chen Fan murmured softly, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Inside the Simulated Training Room, Chen Fan had almost lost track of time. It was only when Gu Ci's voice rang out that Chen Fan realized that another half month had passed.

Sure enough, Gu Ci's voice soon followed.

"The Training Camp Exchange Tournament among the Seven Colonial Stars of the Milky Way Star System will officially begin in three days."

Upon hearing this, Chen Fan slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

He stood up, but instead of leaving immediately, he solemnly bowed to the five still-standing pillars of light.

This is a tribute to the Human Race Ancestors.

"Okay, teacher."

Chen Fan spoke softly, took a step, and walked directly out of the Simulated Training Room.

When Chen Fan pushed open the heavy Alloy Gate of the Simulated Training Room, the glaring sunlight made him squint slightly.

Outside the door, three figures had been waiting for a long time.

It was Shen Xuan, Su Qingyue, and Tuo Bashan.

"Chen Fan, you've finally come out!"

Tuo Bashan was the first to step forward, his copper-bell-like eyes burning with fierce flames, as if he were about to make a move at any moment.

"The two of us..."

Before Tuo Bashan could speak, Chen Fan threw a punch horizontally.

Bang!!

Tuo Bashan's body instantly embedded itself into the wall.

On the wall, the outline of the human-shaped crater was still clearly visible. Tuo Bashan's limbs were spread out, forming a "big" shape, his eyes rolled back, and he had already fainted.

Shen Xuan sighed skillfully, took out a palm-sized silver Spider Robot from his Storage Bracelet, and expertly set the wall peeling and bone repositioning program on the Light Screen.

"Go."

The Spider Robot's eight mechanical legs precisely climbed the wall and began the rescue of Tuo Bashan.

Shen Xuan then turned to Su Qingyue Chen Fan with a wry smile, "This has become our daily work. In another six months, I feel like I could even take the Part-Time Medical License exam."

Su Qingyue, standing to the side, remained silent, her icy blue eyes fixed intently on Chen Fan.

Just as Chen Fan threw his punch, she clearly sensed that the power within this ten-year-old boy, beneath its calm surface, was a terrifying torrent that could make her soul tremble.

Just then, two figures walked side by side.

Gu Ci was in front, Chief Instructor Zhao Xin lagged behind by half a step.

Gu Ci's gaze swept over Tuo Bashan, who was being pried off the wall by the robot, without the slightest ripple, as if he were just looking at an inconspicuous piece of wall decoration.

"Get ready, each team for the Exchange Tournament needs five people."

As soon as the words were spoken, a figure slowly walked out from behind the two instructors.

The newcomer was tall and imposing, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. He exuded a sharp aura like a drawn sword. He was none other than Ling Jian, the former number one prodigy who was defeated by Chen Fan in the Virtual Battle Realm half a month ago!