Jiang Ming and Luo Feng walked through the plaza.
One after another, the geniuses mentioned in their intelligence reports also began to appear.
"Brother Jiang, that's Ai Chen."
Luo Feng looked at an exceptionally beautiful young woman clad in white feathered robes, with two wings spread behind her and a crystal embedded in her brow.
"Ai Chen of the Dream Snail Wing Clan, nicknamed Light Sword. She's a super genius capable of contending for the top ten in this Genius Battle."
Jiang Ming and Luo Feng had naturally reviewed the intelligence they had gathered time and time again. They had an impression of every powerful genius.
More and more geniuses appeared in the plaza. Among them, there were twenty super geniuses with the greatest reputations, universally acknowledged as the strongest.
Every one of them was no weaker than Rong Jun, and two of them were considered stronger than him.
Beyond that, there were also some geniuses who had concealed their strength, such as Luo Feng, who likewise possessed the ability to contend for the top ten.
As for Jiang Ming, he belonged on an entirely different level of discussion.
Just as Jiang Ming and Luo Feng were chatting, the hundreds of thousands of geniuses in the plaza all turned to look in one direction.
Jiang Ming and Luo Feng followed their gazes and saw a young man in white emerge from a skyscraper.
The young man was incomparably handsome, yet expressionless, like an iceberg. A blood-red sword was strapped to his back.
The moment he appeared, his gaze fell upon Jiang Ming.
"It's Death God!"
"Death God Bolan! In this Genius Battle, he is hailed as an unparalleled genius second only to God Jiang Ming."
"What a pity. If he hadn't encountered Jiang Ming, Bolan would undoubtedly have been the