Infinite City's Grand Plaza.
Ma Wuke stood in the center of the plaza, still unable to come back to his senses. The pain that had torn through his entire body seemed to still be raging within him.
He had lost?
Although he had prepared himself for defeat when he entered, he had never imagined he would be eliminated in the very first round.
"There are many geniuses in this world. You're not bad, but you are definitely not the greatest genius among them." Martin carried a greatsword on his back as he slowly approached from afar and spoke to Ma Wuke.
Ma Wuke let out a long sigh. "I know. I've always known. I'm only an artificial genius. Without my father and mother, I wouldn't truly count as a genius. It's just... this time, I actually could have won. It's just... at that final moment, I got scared."
"Hahahaha, let's go. Since you know your weakness, work hard to overcome it. Pitying yourself won't make you stronger!" Martin laughed loudly, fiercely smacked Ma Wuke on the back, then pushed him away from the Grand Plaza.
Over the following week, all of Infinite City's media focused on the First Martial Arts Tournament. Every player erupted with tremendous enthusiasm, and some contestants had even begun to gain fan clubs.
The cruelty of the First Martial Arts Tournament gradually bared its fangs. Those players who lost their levels returned overnight to the days before liberation and could only start over from scratch. Some were sought out by old enemies after their levels were reset to zero, while others quickly returned to their peak by purchasing experience.
Different players encountered different fortunes, and before anyone realized it, the weekend had arrived.
Over the weekend, S-rank players would begin their first-round clashes. The players who