Taking the Arena

Tian Wangchuan wasn't one to ramble. After explaining the rules, he immediately announced the start of the Martial Competition.

Fang Yue noticed that many people wasted no time leaping onto the nearest arena.

"Number Three Arena! I'll go first!"

"I'm claiming this arena!"

"Who dares come up and fight me? The Nine Dove Merchant Group fears no challenge!"

These people were certainly confident. Fang Yue swept his gaze over them. They were all either Houtian Realm or Xiantian Realm—none had even reached the Human level.

Fang Yue's face darkened. So they were all cannon fodder sent out to test the waters.

No Merchant Group that dared enter the Martial Competition and hoped to make a name for itself could expect a Houtian Realm Martial Artist to place.

At the very least, they would need a Xiantian Realm expert.

Naturally, the Xiantian Realm experts were being saved for the grand finale. There was no way they would be brought out so soon.

Though Human-level experts were the true peak combatants in this arena competition,

the truth was, even across all of Chu Nuan City, there couldn't be that many Human-level experts.

Most of them were still with the top hundred Merchant Groups in the Heavenly Merchant Alliance, enjoying generous benefits and working for the higher-ranked groups to help them maintain their positions.

That left very few Human-level experts roaming outside the Alliance.

Fang Yue estimated that there were, at most, around ten Human-level experts, counting himself.

In other words, there was no way he wouldn't make it through the preliminaries. He could practically stroll right in.

So Fang Yue wasn't in a hurry. He planned to wait until the time was right, then casually take an arena and claim the position of its champion.

Fang Yue wasn't in a hurry, but