Rob the Rich to Aid the Poor

At this moment, a Super Warship was docked on the open ground outside.

Military guards and numerous Kings were gathered here, waiting in silence, for today was the day the human Elite Students would emerge from the Heavenly Demon Battlefield.

"I wonder how those Elite Students are faring? Surely they haven't been wiped out by those demons?" someone asked with concern, as the demons possessed superior innate talents and combat power compared to humans of the same rank.

In actual combat, humans were at a disadvantage; it often took several of them to take down a single demon, which was why humanity was always on the back foot in the Heavenly Demon Battlefield.

While some human prodigies could rival or even defeat demon geniuses, such individuals were, after all, in the minority.

"Impossible. Regardless, they are the elite of humanity, selected through brutal slaughter; they wouldn't die so easily." Someone shook their head, refusing to believe the Elite Students would be at a disadvantage.

"That's true, our human prodigies are not to be underestimated."

"In any case, those who can survive the Heavenly Demon Battlefield are destined to be the pillars of humanity in the future."

"Let's wait and see; we'll know soon enough how many have survived."

Many nodded in agreement, feeling quite confident in their human prodigies. Even if their innate talent was slightly inferior to the demon geniuses, their martial arts, experience, and resources were by no means inferior.

If it truly came down to a life-and-death struggle, it was hard to say who would emerge victorious.

"By the way, isn't there a young man named Xia Ping? I heard he's the champion of this year's Genius Tournament. I wonder how he performed?" a King brought up Xia Ping.

"Although the kid is the champion of the