Unmatched Strength!

"You're always bullying me..." Yue Ye rarely showed a bit of a girlish side, though there was an element of deliberate coquetry in it, as she teased, "Fine, I give up, I did it on purpose, okay?"

"Should I say... I'm flattered?"

"Would you be willing to make an exception?"

Ye Qingcang did not expect Yue Ye to say that.

He paused for a moment, then quickly recovered.

While filling out the remaining questions on the registration form.

He teased the Yue Ye like this.

Yue Ye raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly sensing a Killing Intent emanating from the darkness. She glanced sideways at Sheng Cai'er.

He raised both hands, holding the pen between them.

I surrendered a little.

After that, she didn't pick up on Ye Qingcang's topic, nor did she continue to maintain this ambiguous, flirtatious relationship with Ye Qingcang.

He straightened his posture.

The brush moves like dragons and snakes.

In less than half a minute, the rest of the paper was filled in.

The rest of the people have almost finished filling out their forms as well.

Nine starters, ten substitutes, and one captain.

There were exactly twenty people.

"If there are no problems, leave it to me."

"Let me tidy up a bit."

"Then, let's go get our team numbers together."

Ye Qingcang took the registration form handed to him by Yue Ye, and placed Yue Ye's registration form under his own. He also took the registration forms of Violet and the others one by one, and gathered the twenty lists together in the order of substitutes, lower than regulars, lower than captains.

Then, he got up from the sofa in the waiting area.

He strode towards the registration area.

Violet and the others followed.

Soon, after processing by the staff, Ye Qingcang received twenty white tokens, each about the size of a palm, and distributed them to Violet and the others. "Good luck, we're number 47. That means there are only 46 teams ahead of us. Once the competition officially starts, we should be one of the first teams to go on stage... Wait, hiss... My Individual Competition number is 1077. Logically, I should also be among the first participants, unless the Smart Brain moves my turn back. By the way, what are your numbers... You guys should have all registered for the Individual Competition too, right?"

"Mine is 191." Chen Ying'er timidly raised her little hand and explained, "My grandma got it through special channels."

"Mine is 420." Wang Yuanyuan stood to the side with her arms crossed. Her short ponytail suited her temperament perfectly. She was the kind of girl who looked very heroic at first glance. "This is the number the Palace Master gave me."

"Mine is number seventy-two." Violet picked up where Chen Ying'er left off and added, "Cai'er, Nan Nan, Xiao Wu, and Chen Xiang all went through special channels, but it seems they were a bit late. When Lingling registered, she got number three hundred and thirty-two... It just goes to show that other forces went through a lot of back channels."

"The pot calling the kettle black, let's just forget about it."

"We're leaving too."

"And it wasn't just one who left."

There's no need to overthink it.

Ye Qingcang shook his head, not bothering with these details.

His body was that of a fifteen-year-old boy.

But his mindset is different.

He would never pursue absolute fairness, because he understands very well that the greatest fairness in this world is unfairness.

If cultivating is the same as not cultivating.

Why must we endure the hardships of cultivation?

Isn't it better to just lie down quietly?

So it's just a privilege; once it's used, it's used.

He didn't need it; he just wanted to come and see the scene.

Take the current trend of teams joining together to compete as an example.

rule?

Rules are worthless in his eyes!

He even has the authority to connect with the Smart Brain!

He requested that the Smart Brain directly input his competition information!

He just won't do that.

However, to Ye Qingcang's surprise, the news of the start of the Individual Competition arrived even earlier than the news of the start of the Team Competition.

He had just led Violet and the others back to their seats in the top-floor VIP box when the large screen playing the replay of the duel suddenly rippled. The screen displayed the opponents each numbered, and announced to everyone in the box via a built-in loudspeaker, "Contestant number 1077, please arrive at arena number 655 in 25 minutes to fight Individual Competition number 3211. You may extend your time by five minutes. If you do not arrive within five minutes, you will automatically forfeit... The Team Competition for team number 47 will be automatically postponed until the Individual Competition of contestants number 1077, 72, 86, 99, 142, 191, and 332 are completed... We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause during the reshuffling process."

Immediately, before the sound had even faded.

Roll call will be conducted from top to bottom.

The main reason is that Ye Qingcang and others are ranked relatively high. Ye Qingcang, who signed up on his own, was included in the first batch. Violet and others who signed up through special channels naturally could not avoid this Destiny and were all exposed.

"Contestant number 72, please arrive at Individual Competition number 672 in 25 minutes to fight contestant number 501. There is a five-minute delay. If you are late, you will be judged to have lost."

"Contestant number 86, please arrive at Individual Competition number 111 in 25 minutes to fight contestant number 706. There is a five-minute delay; if you are late, you will be judged to have lost."

"Contestant number 99, please arrive at Individual Competition One Hundred and First Arena in 25 minutes to fight contestant number 141. There is a five-minute delay; if you are late, you will be judged to have lost."

"..."

"..."

"I didn't expect the Individual Competition to start..." Ye Qingcang shrugged, got off the sofa he hadn't even warmed up yet, and looked at the team members being called out one by one by the Smart Brain. He joked, "It seems that the Smart Brain has high hopes for us and is even willing to make an exception for us."

"That depends on how you look at it..." Zhang Lexuan, who couldn't participate in the Second Division due to age restrictions, explained from the side, "The Smart Brain is the pinnacle of the Soul Tool Department's technology. I don't understand its specific working principles, but I heard from Vice Dean Qian Duoduo of the Soul Tool Department that the Smart Brain can be manipulated. Perhaps the operation of advancing your Individual Competition numbers wasn't done by the Smart Brain, but by the person currently controlling Smart Brain... Or, should I go to the control center and see who it is?"

"The list has already been arranged and compiled."

"It's too late to change now."

"Besides... it doesn't matter, okay?"

"No matter who the opponent is."

"I think, with my ability, I won't be eliminated by my opponent in the first round."

"In that case, it makes no difference whether it's sooner or later."

"If you go, it will easily cause other people to speculate and cause related trouble."

"Think about it, doesn't that make sense?"

Ye Qingcang clenched his fist and glanced at the more than twenty people in the private room. Zhang Lexuan and Silver Dragon King were the main ones present; otherwise, there would only be nineteen people in the room.

Zhang Lexuan nodded in agreement.

Actually, she just mentioned it casually.

It's obvious without even thinking that the person who can control the Smart Brain is of very high status.

Although this arrangement is not ideal.

According to the rules, Individual Competition give way to Team Competition.

But since the result is the same.

Is there any difference if we simply follow the rules rigidly?

Is it meaningful to insist on rigid rules?

That's how many things are.

If you turn a blind eye, it will pass.

"I wish you a victorious return in advance..." The silver-haired girl, who hadn't moved from the sofa, turned around and said this to Ye Qingcang, who opened the door and walked out. Of course, the blessing at the beginning wasn't important; the addition at the end was the key. "They have already set off."

"I hope your subordinates aren't frightened." Ye Qingcang waved his hand without turning his head, then walked towards the arena that had just been broadcast. "After all, they don't know how many strong people are here, let alone... even you and I can't be sure of the guesses."

"For peace."

"For the sake of rising up."

"In order to change."

"The necessary sacrifices are worthwhile."

"I believe that even if I don't give them the so-called preventative measures, they will still risk their lives for these precious things."

Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena raised her hand.

Reaching the apples from the fruit platter into your hands from a distance.

An invisible breeze rippled across the surface of the apple.

I gave the apple a quick cleaning.

Then, she opened her little mouth.

It took a bite out of it like a roaring Evil Dragon.

And they took it for granted that they ignored the rest of the people in the room.

It seems that what we just talked about was nothing more than a trivial matter.

Whether this is a minor matter or not depends on Ye Qingcang's actions.

However, it doesn't matter whether it is or not.

That was all too far removed from today.

That's all too far removed from now.

At this moment, the most important thing facing Ye Qingcang is the competition.

Step into the ring and defeat your opponent.

It's that simple.

"Senior Ye... Ye... Ye?"

The person who was about to fight Ye Qingcang was a boy who looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old. He had short stubble on his chin and some slightly longer downy hair on both sides. Given time, it would surely develop into a full beard.

But right now it's just fluff.

This is due to the stubble.

The boy, who looked to be eighteen or nineteen, had an old face.

In fact, based on the Goddess of Life signs, Ye Qingcang had already estimated the exact age of the boy in front of him to be fifteen years and eight months. Unfortunately, because of his aged appearance, he looked like he was eighteen or nineteen years old.

certainly.

Ye Qingcang hadn't expected his opponent to have such good eyesight.

I recognized him at a glance.

Keep in mind that he is now suppressing his charm. If he releases pheromones and hormones, it wouldn't be difficult for others to recognize him. That feeling of being awakened by biological instincts has become a significant sign of seeing him. But to be able to recognize him at a glance when he hasn't released anything is quite interesting.

However, getting to know him is one thing.

What does "Senior Ye" mean?

Is he that old?

Are they all so old that they've reached the level of "seniors"?

Ye Qingcang glanced at the reactions of the audience below the arena, puzzled.

Unfortunately, he couldn't discern anything from the group of people whose expressions were nothing but fervor and glee at making a fortune. So, he could only chat with them during the boring pre-battle period.

He chuckled and said, "Let's skip the 'senior' title. I'm about your age, just a few months older. I'm not even sixteen yet, so we're practically the same age. I've just been on the road a bit longer... But when it comes to life, speed doesn't matter how far you end up. By the way, what's your name?"

"Ye... uh... hello."

My name is Geng Wang.

"It is an honor to receive your guidance."

Please enlighten me!

The boy named Geng Wang took a deep breath, trying to control his excited emotions.

Although in the end he couldn't control himself.

He hit a high note.

The main reason was that he couldn't stay calm when he thought about facing this legend. Ye Qingcang and Mu En were different from God Trial Taker like Bibidong, and their age was their biggest advantage.

For a young person like Geng Wang.

Mu En?

I know, you're a senior colleague.

It is only natural that I have been granted the status of God Trial Taker.

Otherwise, how could they be considered seniors?

Bibidong?

I know, he's a senior.

Historically, it has been said that he was God Trial Taker.

This naturally reduced the level of surprise considerably.

To put it simply, it means your immunity has improved.

But upon hearing Ye Qingcang...

What?

A fifteen-year-old God Trial Taker?

Then compare yourself to them.

Honestly, I have to admit, I'm a complete failure.

This is what is known as the generation gap.

Only those who are the same age can truly impress others of the same age.

Only through comparison can one realize their own shortcomings.

And they develop a sense of admiration for each and every shortcoming.

"Geng Wang... I've remembered that."

"My name is Ye Qingcang."

"If there are no problems, I think the competition can begin."

I don't know what you think.

"Anyway, I think the audience wouldn't want to see you chatting casually with me here; they'd rather see your charisma."

Ye Qingcang raised one hand.

He clasped his hands together like knives and made a "please" gesture.

His other hand was behind his back.

This is tantamount to handing the initiative over to the opponent.

Thinking about it from a different perspective, perhaps Ye Qingcang wants to use a counter-attack tactic.

Regardless of his thoughts, Geng Wang, as an opponent, was quite clear that Ye Qingcang had already elevated him, acknowledging his status as an opponent through self-introduction, and possibly implying that he should show his best self, possibly suggesting that he should not attack.

If it were an ordinary opponent.

He would consider it arrogance.

But his opponent was Ye Qingcang.

Ye Qingcang is the one who makes this generation of his peers despair.

This kind of behavior is considered showing humility.

"I definitely won't let you down!" Geng Wang muttered to himself. Then, he stomped his foot, and four perfectly standard Soul Ring leaped up in succession—two yellow and two purple, a standard configuration. Even with the flames of the tiger's fur burning fiercely in his Martial Soul Possession state, they brought him not a shred of security. "Second Soul Skill, Crimson Flame Protection... Third Soul Skill, King of Beasts Might Descend... Fourth Soul Skill, Prairie Fire Blade!"

Crimson Flame Protection.

The raging flames immediately changed shape.

It transformed into a suit of transparent crimson armor.

It was draped over the three-meter-tall tiger-man figure, Geng Wang.

Under the King of Beasts Might Descend, wisps of flame, like silkworm threads, formed a crimson mist that, at first glance, resembled a fiery cloud spreading across the entire area. Within the mist, dozens of afterimages identical to the tiger-man Geng Wang appeared, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake. Even the original aura was obscured by this red mist.

And then the Prairie Fire Blade was unleashed.

Three fiery blades, ranging in length from thirty to twenty-five meters, flew horizontally towards Ye Qingcang from a downward angle, slightly to the left. The surrounding red mist not only failed to reveal the direction from which the fiery blades were coming, but instead ignited like lit oil, instantly transforming the red mist into a sea of fire!

Geng Wang's figure shifted unpredictably amidst the afterimages!

Like an elegant hunter!

In the flames, instill the greatest fear in your opponent!

pity...

"A tiger has three tricks up its sleeve."

"One pounce, one lift, one snip."

"Momentum is better than attack."

"Aggression is better than burst damage."

"A burst of energy is better than probing."

"Probing is better than wandering around."

"Your approach... is putting the cart before the horse!"

Ye Qingcang's hand blade, which remained unchanged when Geng Wang released his three Soul Skill, finally changed its basic form.

The little finger and Nameless are fully retracted.

The middle finger bends and retracts half of its pad.

The index finger and thumb are spread wide apart.

With a peculiar hand gesture, it touches the ground from a distance.

A simple, casual press.

In an instant, it was as if a thousand-year-old white tiger roared through the mountains and forests!

The shockwave exploded outwards in layers!

An unparalleled aura creates an illusion!

Use willpower to control the air currents!

As the sea of fire engulfing the arena was easily torn apart like a layer of red cloth, Geng Wang, who was blasted out of the arena by the shockwave, and all the spectators felt as if they were seeing a real, ancient white tiger. Its Path of Hegemony and arrogant posture made them tremble with fear!

But looking around, where is the White Tiger?

All they have is unparalleled strength!

All that exists is the unparalleled Ye Qingcang!