"No matter what kind of genius you are, before me, who possesses God's Inheritance, you will be utterly vulnerable! Ye Xiwen, remember my name—Ye Chen!" The young expert held a long saber and looked indifferently at Ye Xiwen.
"God's Inheritance?" Ye Xiwen frowned. Back when he was in the True Martial Realm, he had encountered several similar cases. They had all been formidable rivals, immensely powerful, though those had merely been rumored to possess God's Inheritance.
This was the first time he had encountered someone who stated it with certainty. In terms of bearing, Ye Chen was even a level above Ye Qing.
"But unfortunately, no matter whose inheritance you possess, I am determined to claim this championship today!" Ye Xiwen said resolutely. If not for the temptation of the Nine Revolutions Profound Golden Pill, he might not have cared. Whether he won the championship or not would have made little difference to him.
His purpose had merely been to attract the attention of the higher-ups, so those hostile to him would not find it so easy to invent excuses to erase him. As long as he performed brilliantly enough, could those higher-ups really turn a blind eye?
Just like Ye Qing, who had suffered a crushing defeat at Ye Xiwen's hands earlier. Although Ye Qing had seemed so utterly helpless before Ye Xiwen, would the higher-ups truly just watch without drawing him in and nurturing him?
That was simply impossible. Match rankings only determined how many rewards one would receive afterward, but whether someone had potential, and how much potential they possessed—how could the higher-ups possibly have no idea?
Clang! The long saber in his hand tore forth terrifying saber light that stretched across the sky. The saber light seemed to cleave through the Time River itself, as though