Within Chaos City, at the various cultivation residences.
The thousand young geniuses who had just emerged from the Chaos Stele chambers, still reeling from the blow to their confidence, received emails from those geniuses in the Tongtian Bridge plane at almost the same time.
Rain Mountain, within an estate in the Primal Zone.
A white-clad young man with a blood-red sword on his back, his entire body radiating icy killing intent, sat cross-legged on the lawn.
This was Bolan, the peerless genius of this Genius Battle, hailed as one who appeared only once in tens of millions of epochs.
At that moment, Bolan's brows were tightly furrowed as he painstakingly contemplated the profound laws within the Universe Chaos Stele.
Suddenly, the intelligent optical computer on his wrist gave a faint vibration.
Bolan casually opened the email. His gaze merely swept over it once before his entire body froze as if struck by lightning.
"Instantly killed the first-floor gatekeeper."
"Time taken: one second."
The stormy seas instantly surged within Bolan's formerly placid eyes.
He stared fixedly at those few words in the email, his breathing turning extremely heavy.
One had to know that Bolan, as one of the brightest rising stars of this Genius Battle, had only barely passed the first two levels of the Tongtian Bridge after giving it his all.
He knew very well just how troublesome the first-floor gatekeeper was.
That nearly flawless application of the laws, that seamless switching between offense and defense—the oppressive feeling was overwhelming.
He himself had relied on the extreme movement technique of over ten thousand spatial phantoms, dragging out the fight for a long time before winning with great difficulty.
Yet this Lin Fan had used only one second.
"One second? How is that possible?"
Bolan suddenly clenched his fists, his nails