At that moment, every Martial Platform was a scene of feverish activity and fierce combat.
Heaven's Chosen from far and wide were giving their all, launching wave after wave of ferocious attacks and challenges against their opponents.
This might be the only chance in their lives to take part in such a grand tournament and show what they could do.
If they failed to seize this rare opportunity, they would forever lose their chance to compete against the many top experts on the same stage and contend for that crown of supreme glory.
It could be said that the vast majority of the so-called "Heavenly Prodigies" present had already been challenged more than once.
Yet, surprisingly, those peerless geniuses widely acknowledged as truly powerful and accustomed to being the center of attention had not become everyone's targets.
Instead, people such as Lin Zihan, Miss Shui, and Yun Qingyi, despite their own exceptional qualities, faced one concerted assault and probing challenge after another.
Fortunately, their outstanding strength allowed them all to turn danger into safety and successfully hold on to their places.
Watching the spectacle from the sidelines, Ying Ming Hao marveled again and again at the storm of activity before him, where dragons and tigers clashed. At the same time, he wondered to himself:
Why were all the other Martial Platforms packed with people jostling shoulder to shoulder, with more challengers than anyone could handle, while his alone was so deserted that sparrows could gather at its gates?
Did everyone think he was too strong and dare not challenge him?!
Or did they think the people here were so weak that challenging them would be beneath their dignity?!
Jie Kong, Xuan Chengzi, Liu Jingyuan, and the others felt incredibly fortunate. They had firmly latched on to Ying Ming Hao's