Pre-ignition, the Main Tournament About to Begin

The crowd was in an uproar, only then realizing that the strike from Dahe Yidao, which had seemed so unremarkable, was actually fast to the point of perfection. The most outstanding disciple of this generation at the Qingcheng Dojo had lost without even being able to draw his sword.

"How could there be such a massive gap?"

"That Sanggui cheated, using words to distract Yu Qingfeng. Otherwise, even if he lost, it wouldn't have been this ugly."

"A loss is a loss. All is fair in war, but sigh, it's a pity. Are we really just going to watch this Sanggui flaunt his power here?"

The crowd sighed and felt indignant, but when it came to stepping onto the stage to challenge Dahe Yidao, no one had the courage.

"Yu-kun, since the outcome is decided, please give me the seed player token." Dahe Yidao spoke slowly. He was not overbearing; although arrogant, he was not a fool. He knew that on the soil of the Human Realm, winning was enough. If he dared to provoke them further, he feared he would not have the chance to return to the Sang World alive.

Yu Qingfeng's face was ashen. After a long while, he sighed and tossed the seed player token to Dahe Yidao.

"Many thanks." Dahe Yidao knew when to quit while he was ahead; he took the token and prepared to leave.

"What a fine 'peer' you are, only needing one strike. Dahe Yidao, how many strikes can you manage in front of me?" A voice suddenly rang out. Silently and soundlessly, a figure appeared before Dahe Yidao. He stood with his hands behind his back, his face as fair as jade and his features incomparably handsome, causing the hearts of many girls watching the battle to race.

"So handsome. Who is he? Is he going to challenge that Sanggui?"

"Where did this guy pop out from? And he's so handsome, too. Forget it, I hope he's not just a flashy vase. He talks big, but he'll probably lose in two or three moves."

"I think I've seen him before."

Seeing someone step out to challenge Dahe Yidao, the crowd immediately began to whisper and grew excited.

"Who are you?" Dahe Yidao's expression was grave. This person had been able to appear before him without a sound; he could not be underestimated.

"If you can land a strike, I will tell you my name." The handsome youth spoke indifferently, then suddenly offered a mocking smile. "I'm just afraid you won't even be able to draw your blade, so how could you be worthy of knowing my name?"

"Baka!" Dahe Yidao suddenly cursed in the Sang language. Using the same technique, the blade in his hand left its scabbard even faster than his words.

"I said, you cannot draw it." The handsome youth's words, spoken one by one, still lingered in the air, yet his figure was erratic and blurred. He reached out and pressed down, forcibly pushing Dahe Yidao's half-drawn blade back into its scabbard.

This move immediately made Dahe Yidao's heart turn cold. He could not believe that in this world, there was someone of his own generation who could be so fast that he couldn't even draw his sword.

"This is impossible!" Dahe Yidao let out a roar and kicked off the ground repeatedly, utilizing the secret movement technique of the Sanggui Clan. In an instant, dozens of Dahe Yidao clones rushed out, reaching for their blades.

"The Light-Splitting Shadow Technique, which can manifest three thousand forms in one breath, is being used by you Sanggui to only create a few dozen shadows? You really are a disgrace to our Human Realm." The handsome youth smiled with disdain. He tapped his foot, and in an instant, he manifested three thousand forms. Three thousand figures surrounded the shadows created by Dahe Yidao, covering the sky with his reach. No matter how Dahe Yidao roared or bellowed, he still could not draw his blade.

"Are you still not going to admit defeat? The Sanggui really are thick-skinned."

The handsome youth frowned and mocked.

"Shh, just admit defeat! You can't even draw your blade, what the hell are you still fighting for!"

"Exactly! Exactly, it's too shameless. With such an obvious gap, how are you even embarrassed to keep fighting?"

"Get down! Get off the stage!"

The spectators shouted and jeered, feeling a sense of satisfaction at seeing Dahe Yidao thwarted.

Dahe Yidao ignored them, unleashing everything he had learned. Finally, gritting his teeth, he even unleashed a divine technique he had stolen. "Sang God, in your name, grant me reality."

Amidst the low, chanting prayers, Lin Huang's eyes brightened. He looked up at the sky, where a fluctuation invisible to others stirred in the void before descending to empower Dahe Yidao.

"A divine technique, is it?" Lin Huang thought to himself. It was a pity the fluctuation vanished in a flash, leaving him unable to study it further, so he lowered his head and continued to watch the battle.

In an instant, empowered by the divine technique, the dozens of shadows Dahe Yidao had manifested suddenly became real, as if they were his true body. His power surged, and with a roar, he shattered the handsome youth's three thousand figures. He grinned hideously and drew his blade in unison.

"Now this is interesting." The handsome youth chuckled. He took a sharp breath, and the shattered three thousand figures were instantly drawn back into his body. He waved his hand, unleashing three thousand palms, each faster than the last. They all landed on every one of Dahe Yidao's shadows with a force that was neither too light nor too heavy. The dozens of Dahe Yidao figures stumbled backward, eventually merging back into one person. With a 'wah,' he spat out a mouthful of blood, having failed to draw his Sanggui blade from start to finish.

"I lost." Dahe Yidao's expression was bitter. He looked at the handsome youth in disbelief and bowed deeply. "Please, you must tell me your name. I beg you."

"What? Still looking to find someone for revenge?"

"The Sanggui are just shameless. Handsome, don't tell him."

"That's right, don't tell him."

Dahe Yidao didn't even frown at the crowd's mockery; he only stared at the handsome youth.

"I said, if you cannot even draw your blade, you have no qualification to know my name." The handsome youth said coldly, unmoved.

"Ah! I remember now. He is the Sea God Physique, Feng Hai! I saw him in the first round of the qualifiers."

Suddenly, someone shouted, having recognized the handsome youth's background.

The person then realized they had spoken out of turn. Sure enough, Dahe Yidao said solemnly, "Feng Hai-kun, I will remember the lesson you taught me today. If I ever achieve a breakthrough in the future, I will come to challenge you again."

Feng Hai didn't care. He reached out, grabbed the token that had originally belonged to Yu Qingfeng, and without even glancing at Dahe Yidao, turned to leave.

"The Sea God Physique, is it?" Lin Huang stood among the crowd, watching these two bouts. Yu Qingfeng and Dahe Yidao had failed to capture his attention, but this Feng Hai had piqued his interest.

"Actually, it should be the Innate Wind Divine Body, right?" Lin Huang spoke calmly. A single sentence caused Feng Hai to stop in his tracks.

"Which friend is this?"

Being able to see through the origin of his divine body at a glance, Feng Hai became interested. His gaze shifted and locked onto Lin Huang, and then his expression instantly turned grave. His heart was filled with shock, for in his perception, Lin Huang was a person who did not exist.

"How is this possible?" Feng Hai was shocked to his core, unable to believe it. He could see Lin Huang, but he could not sense him. This sensory dissonance made it difficult for him to maintain his composure.

Realizing that another powerhouse had appeared, the crowd quickly cleared a path. Upon seeing Lin Huang, they were all startled, with only one thought in their minds: this was a person who shouldn't exist.

Because they could see him, but they could not feel him.

Lin Huang slowly raised his hand and looked at Feng Hai. "You are an Innate Wind Divine Body, very good. I have a punch that embodies the path of wind. Since you are an Innate Wind Divine Body, it is perfect for me to gain some insight."

Having said that, Lin Huang clenched his hand and threw a punch.

This punch was named Wind; once thrown, it became a gale.

This wind rose from the earth, penetrating every crevice.

Wooo, wooo—it sounded like the lament of a deity, giving everyone goosebumps as they felt the wind drilling into their bodies from the sky, the earth, and everywhere at once, burrowing into their veins and bone marrow, unstoppable and inescapable.

With just one punch, the expression on Feng Hai's face shifted drastically in disbelief; his entire body was instantly blasted apart, yet no blood bloomed, only a gust of wind that blew past and vanished from the scene in an instant.

Lin Huang remained expressionless as he slowly retracted his hand, a drop of cyan blood dancing and spinning in his palm, moving without wind and carrying the true essence of the wind.

"A Great Accomplishment Divine Body. Who are you?! Don't get cocky; we shall compete again in the main tournament." Feng Hai's voice drifted from afar, sounding arrogant, yet everyone could hear the terror hidden within his heart.

Lin Huang ignored Feng Hai's words; all he wanted was the profound meaning of wind engraved within a drop of true blood from the Innate Wind Divine Body. Otherwise, even if Feng Hai had truly turned into wind, he would not have escaped his palm. Before him, as long as the intent to kill arose, ten Feng Hais would still die.

Crushing the true blood left behind by Feng Hai with a single palm, Lin Huang remained expressionless, took a step, and returned to his residence. He had gone out for a stroll today and gained something new, which was quite good.

Carrying this faint sense of satisfaction, Lin Huang concluded the final day of the preliminary rounds.

Of the three billion participants, only three thousand remained today, and with the addition of two hundred seeded players, only three thousand two hundred people were left. Among them were over a hundred prodigies of various races who had rushed over from other realms.

Therefore, the main tournament stage did not just attract the attention of the Human Realm. The Myriad Worlds were all watching, waiting to see who would stand out and become the champion of what could truly be called the Myriad Worlds First Genius Tournament in history.

That person would surely sweep through their generation, look down upon all heroes, and become the most dazzling genius of this era.