Of the sixteen contestants in this showdown, Jiang Ping An was the only menial disciple.
He was also the only one without a master, and the only one who had not learned the sacred land's body-refining Divine Art.
Yet in the matches that followed, he encountered no rival and won all the way through.
These sacred land geniuses had started far higher than Jiang Ping An, but Jiang Ping An had advantages of his own.
He had fought his way from the mortal realm to the God Realm, amassing a wealth of combat experience.
Combat experience tempered amid life and death was far beyond anything projection training could compare to.
In Jiang Ping An's eyes, this group's combat experience was no different from children roughhousing—full of holes.
Of course, combat experience alone was not enough to bridge the gap in Divine Art and resources.
The reason Jiang Ping An could close the distance with these geniuses was that he had used the Original Rules as his foundation to create new talents and a new system.
Whether or not he could continue growing in the future, at least in the lower Lord God Realm, he could surpass a great many sacred land geniuses.
The sixteen contestants fought in rotation. Each person had to fight fifteen matches, for a total of one hundred and twenty bouts.
Jiang Ping An bulldozed his way through his opponents without encountering any obstacle.
It seemed the event organizers had arranged it deliberately, saving Jiang Ping An's match against Zheng Chiyan for last.
And just as the organizers had expected, neither Jiang Ping An nor Zheng Chiyan had suffered a defeat.
Which of the two would claim first place became the greatest attraction of the event.
After ten straight days of competition, only the final match remained.