As dusk fell, the Group A Arena alive.
"I can simply exchange skills with you."
The Number Five on the Ranking looked at the tall, handsome young man in front of him and suddenly spoke.
Although the other party had rejected him, he admired their talent and did not want to bully the weak.
"Thank you for your kindness." Jiang Ping clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute, then immediately conceded defeat.
Then, the two stepped down from the stage in a somewhat harmonious manner, with the Number Five on the Ranking even letting Jiang Ping go first, which appeared very amicable.
"What exactly is he trying to do?" Everyone looked puzzled.
This is Jiang Ping's second battle.
In terms of strength, he was undoubtedly inferior to the Number Five on the Ranking, but the Number Five on the Ranking had proposed a skill exchange, which should be Jiang Ping's forte. However, he conceded defeat and had no intention of competing.
"Is it because your Chief won't let him withdraw from the competition, to ensure you advance to the next round?"
Song Yuanshan questioned Ji Baichuan.
"..." Ji Baichuan shook his head repeatedly.
"I heard you've already lost two matches." Wei Rou walked over and looked at Ji Baichuan.
Ji Baichuan looked bitter. Facing the Number One on the Ranking in one match and a top ten player in another, it would be strange if he could win.
But he quickly smiled and said, "We'll win a game soon."
Wei Rou glanced at the match list in the other person's hand and said enviously, "It's so great to have Jiang Ping."
"Now you realize how good Jiang Ping is?" Song Yuanshan joked, earning Wei Rou an eye roll.
Seeing Jiang Ping head towards Group A's area, Wei Rou greeted the two men and hurriedly left.
Jiang Ping sat in the rest area, watching the three arenas in front of him, where six geniuses were showcasing their talents.
He focused his attention on the Group B Arena, where one of the most formidable competitors was Chen An.
It must be said that there's a reason this person made it into the top ten.
Leaving aside the geniuses ranked higher than Chen An on the list, no one behind him can rival him; his strength is very stable.
At this moment, Chen An is facing off against Jin Ze's younger brother, Jin Tao.
This Aristocratic Genius, even with his Innate Blood Technique, couldn't gain the slightest advantage over Chen An. Instead, his momentum grew weaker and weaker, leaving him looking utterly pathetic.
"Chen An is truly strong. He has mastered Great Accomplishment Innate Blood Technique, 80% of sword Sword Qi, and several offensive Blood Art that have been perfected. If we were to encounter him, we would have no choice but to admit defeat."
Ji Baichuan said with a solemn expression.
Although both First-rate Genius in Yang City, there is a significant gap between them.
Bang!
A muffled thud was heard, and Jin Tao was sent flying backward. Chen An stood in the center of the arena, looking somewhat otherworldly, having won the battle in one fell swoop.
As if sensing something, he glanced at Jiang Ping in the rest area, then smiled, as if to say, "Just watch the game honestly; the ephemeral beauty has faded."
Rest area.
Jiang Ping withdrew his gaze and glanced at the match list. The next match in Group A would be his third match, against Ji Baichuan.
His eyes flickered slightly, as if he were deep in thought.
"Pretty!"
The old scholar in the stands, Chen Qingyan's uncle, slapped his thigh, his face filled with excitement.
His niece was dazzling, winning battle after battle and defeating three opponents. Her strength was not much worse than Chen An of Yang City.
"Little Jiang is going to take the stage again." Escort Huang standing to the side, was a little nervous, thinking that Jiang Ping only needed to go through the motions and there was no need for him to actually fight.
"Oh dear, civil war!"
Juren Chen, glanced at the two young men who were taking the stage in Group A, and immediately became interested.
Jiang Ping has already conceded defeat in both previous battles, so it's time for him to make his move in this one; otherwise, there's no point in him participating in this round of the Imperial Examination.
When he was trying to persuade them, the other person's determined look in their eyes suggested that they didn't want to just go through the motions.
Not far away.
Wei Rou's father sighed deeply. His daughter had lost again, suffering three defeats in three battles. Could she still pass the imperial examinations and enter the Martial Academy?
Then, he glanced at the Group A Arena and immediately showed envy. "Brother Lin, your Ji Baichuan is lucky. Facing Jiang Ping, isn't this a victory that's a piece of cake?"
"It's just one victory. We'll see how this kid fares later on; that's when the real battle begins."
The Chief, Lin Yi, seemed somewhat indifferent.
However, his brows relaxed, and his eyes were nowhere near as tense as when Ji Baichuan.
But the next moment.
Clang.
The chair suddenly tipped over.
The Chief almost jumped to his feet, his eyes fixed on the Group A Arena, not daring to look away for a moment, his lips trembling slightly.
Boom!
On the arena, before Ji Baichuan could even launch an attack, his opponent had already displayed his power.
A dazzling Golden Robe draped over Jiang Ping's body. Holding a long sword, he calmly said, "Please!"
Ji Baichuan did not respond, but just looked at Jiang Ping, at the Golden Robe on the other man, his eyes tightening.
For a fleeting moment...
The entire room seemed to fall silent.
However, what followed was endless uproar and noise.
Even the geniuses on the other two arenas stopped fighting and looked at the Group A Arena in disbelief.
"What the hell? Jiang Ping is wearing Golden Robe? Are you sure they weren't sewn on?"
Am I seeing things?
"Oh my god, am I still not awake?"
A commotion erupted, like a raging storm, sweeping across the stands.
"Which idiot said Jiang Ping has no future? Step forward!"
"Is this really Jiang Ping? Is this the Jiang Ping who has no future?"
Jiang Ping's sudden revelation was like a volcanic eruption, leaving everyone feeling overwhelmed and unable to calm down.
The Changping Prefecture Lord gazed at the young man on the arena, raised an eyebrow, and uttered three words:
"Super First-rate!"
"Absolutely Super First-rate physical constitution!!" Even the Elegant Middle-aged Man beside him felt his heart race, and he added:
"And it's not just any ordinary Super First-rate physical constitution."
The Chief below instantly turned his head, his voice trembling, and asked, "What kind of Super First-rate is that?"
Not only the Chief, but many others looked over, very curious.
The Elegant Middle-aged Man said in a deep voice, "You should know that Golden Skin, golden bones, and Jade Bone are the three Martial Dao foundations for aspiring to the Fifth Rank."
"Some people with Super First-rate talent can easily achieve Golden Skin and golden bones by relying on their own innate abilities. With the support of resources and time to hone their skills, they can barely glimpse the Divine Might of Jade Bone."
"Some Super First-rate talents, like those with Golden Skin and golden bones, can easily be cultivated. Given time and resources, they can most likely refine their Jade Bone completely."
"Most of the sages in the world today are of the second level, the Super First-rate!"
The Chief, his mind still racing, swallowed hard and said hoarsely, "So Jiang Ping belongs to the latter?"
"Without a doubt." The Elegant Middle-aged Man nodded and sighed, "If it weren't for that, how could he have refined his Golden Skin and established himself at the Sixth Grade rank in less than four years?"
"Could it be a natural talent for Martial Bone?" Jin Ze's Father suddenly asked.
The Elegant Middle-aged Man glanced at him and sneered, "If it's about Martial Bone, can Ji Baichuan really be considered his equal?"
On the Group A Arena, the two were already locked in fierce combat.
As everyone could see, even though Jiang Ping was dressed in Golden Robe, he was only evenly matched with Ji Baichuan, barely gaining the upper hand.
"In other words, even with Super First-rate talent, one's strength might not be enough to secure a place in the Martial Academy," someone whispered.
The refined-looking middle-aged man looked at the other man and sneered again, "If Jiang Ping can't get into the Martial Academy, your son won't be able to either. I'm telling you."
Chen Weimin shuddered.