Battle Royale

The provocative and determined voice of Old Freak Wang, the Chief Instructor of the Ancient Martial Arts School, was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, causing a huge uproar in the entire spectator stands.

Countless gazes, some gloating, some curious, and some solemn, were all cast toward the isolated area belonging to the Life School.

However, to everyone's surprise, Lin Xuanqing did not fly into a rage.

He simply turned his head slowly, quietly looking at Old Freak Wang, his thin lips slightly parted, his voice indifferent and devoid of any warmth.

"Old Freak Wang, when people get old, their tongues get tied. If you're not convinced, let's go up to the battle platform and settle this with a fight to the death."

The moment the words fell, a terrifying aura, seemingly faint yet capable of freezing one's Divine Soul, flashed and disappeared from Lin Xuanqing's body.

High above, the air in the spectator stands seemed to have been completely sucked out at that moment.

All the Chief Instructor, including Old Freak Wang, felt their hearts skip a beat.

Old Freak Wang's expression instantly stiffened.

He knew better than anyone that Lin Xuanqing, this madman, possessed unfathomable strength.

If it really came down to a fight, he had absolutely no chance of winning.

However, as the head of Ancient Martial Arts School, he could not afford to lose face in front of tens of thousands of disciples.

He forced a cold smile and stubbornly retorted.

"I only feel sorry for a genius! Qilin Prodigy like Chen Fan, with his unparalleled physical talent, should have been born to follow the Way of Purity of my Ancient Martial Arts lineage. To have him studying flowers and plants with you is simply a waste of his potential!"

"What a waste of resources?"

Lin Xuanqing scoffed, seemingly too lazy to argue with him about the merits of different paths.

He abruptly changed the subject, his gaze sweeping over Old Freak Wang's flushed face with a hint of mockery.

"With all this talk, I wonder if your Ancient Martial Arts School is confident in retaining your old title of being number one in the Three Realms in this year's competition?"

The Ancient Martial Arts School has dominated the top spots in the Academy Grand Competition the Three Realms of Golden Body, Immortality, and Indestructibility for hundreds of years!

This is a glory that is already ingrained in their very bones!

Whether my Ancient Martial Arts School is number one is none of your business!

Old Freak Wang flew into a rage, slammed his hand on the jade armrest in front of him, and roared.

"Good."

Lin Xuanqing seemed to have been waiting for these words.

He smiled and slowly raised a finger. His voice was not loud, but it clearly carried throughout the entire spectator stands and even resounded through the Law Projection in every arena.

"Then let's make another bet. In this year's grand competition, if your Ancient Martial Arts School fails to win the championship in any one of the Three Realms Golden Body, Immortality, or Indestructibility..."

He paused, a cunning glint in his eyes, and said, word by word.

"You Old Freak Wang, then in front of the entire academy, admit that your Ancient Martial Arts are inferior to my Way of Life! What do you say?"

Boom!

These words caused an uproar in the room!

This is no longer a simple verbal dispute; it has staked the entire school's Dao Lineage and honor on the gambling table!

"You...!"

Old Freak Wang was so enraged by this sudden and outrageous gamble that he trembled all over, and his rage completely overwhelmed his reason.

Without a second thought, he pointed at Lin Xuanqing and roared.

"Let's make a bet! If my Ancient Martial Arts School achieves first place in Three Realms, then you, Lin Xuanqing, have no further right to interfere with Chen Fan's decision to join another school! Let him choose for himself!"

In his view, the Ancient Martial Arts School has top Prodigies in Three Realms, so winning this bet is as easy as taking candy from a baby!

It's a deal.

Lin Xuanqing's smile instantly intensified to its peak, like that of a smug fox.

A high-stakes gamble concerning the honor and disgrace of two top schools of thought was hastily decided in just a few words. The other eight Chief Instructor looked at each other, feeling both that the situation was spiraling out of control and a strange sense of excitement.

With the Betting Agreement settled, everyone's gaze once again turned to the three enormous Law Projection in the Void.

Especially that battlefield that represents the Undying Realm.

Although they had all heard of Chen Fan's miracle of condensing golden blood in a year, the path of cultivation is fraught with difficulties at every step.

A year is but a fleeting moment in the vast cultivation system of the Undying Realm.

In their view, Chen Fan might be able to break into the top 50, or even the top 30, based on his status as the top Federation Top Scholar pick.

But to shake those top disciples who have immersed themselves in the Undying Realm for hundreds of years, honing their Dao Foundation to near perfection, especially the chief disciple of the Ancient Martial Arts School known as the Little Martial God...

Absolutely impossible!

Amidst the clamor and discussions, Chen Fan's small figure had already stepped into that deep portal of Life-and-Death Cycle.

His figure appeared incredibly small before the enormous spatial portal, as if he might be swallowed up by the immense power of spacetime at any moment.

The next moment, a flash of light appeared, and Chen Fan's figure vanished completely.

He was teleported to the competition space of the Undying Realm.

A vast and boundless Primordial Era forest.

The Life Origin, so rich it was almost tangible, mixed with the violent aura emanating from ancient ferocious beasts, rushed towards us.

Chen Fan took a deep breath, feeling the unique pulse of this world. Finally, a pure, long-awaited smile appeared on his usually calm and innocent face.

He stretched lazily, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings, making cracking sounds as he muttered to himself.

"Finally, I can let loose and do whatever I want."

At that moment, a cold, mechanical voice rang directly in his mind.

Welcome to the Undying Realm Battlefield - Lost Divine Domain.

[Rule:]

[1. The battlefield will shrink over time, eventually encompassing the Central Divine Mountain.]

[2. Defeating opponents or native ferocious beasts of this world will allow you to plunder/gain points.]

[3. Survival time also earns basic points.]

[4. Final ranking will be based on the total points.]

[The competition begins!]

The rules are simple, yet cruel.

Chen Fan understood.

He looked around and saw towering trees everywhere, each one seemingly having grown for millennia, exuding a magnificent life force.

However, beneath this vibrant life force lurks a trace of the ferocity and deathly silence originating from Primordial Ferocious Beasts.

Life and Death have reached a delicate balance here.

"An interesting place."

Unlike the other trainees who were teleported in immediately, he didn't immediately conceal his presence or seek cover.

Or it could release its Divine Thought to search for nearby prey.

Instead, he seemed to be there for leisurely sightseeing, hands in his pockets, strolling leisurely through the perilous ancient forest.

This scene, Law Projection, was clearly presented to everyone in the spectator stands.

"This..."

A mentor from another school of thought frowned slightly, but ultimately couldn't help but shake his head.

"This young man is far too lax in his approach. Although he is the Federation Top Scholar, he has only been cultivating for a short time. With this attitude, he will likely be found by the senior disciples soon and become one of the first to be eliminated."