168: Psychic warrior

From then on, the small group's gatherings were led by Lin Ye. Although everyone present had a higher status than Lin Ye, they knew that no matter how high their status was, it couldn't compare to that of the Galaxy Lord's future favored disciple.

Using the influence of these people, Lin Ye gathered a lot of information.

He wasn't someone who was good at leveraging influence, but sometimes, without influence, one could only be completely in the dark.

Unfortunately, there was very little information about the other four top geniuses, with no valuable insights, which left Lin Ye somewhat disappointed.

However, he still received an important piece of news: the Galaxy Lord's direct disciple would be chosen from the top-ranked individuals of the past dozen or so sessions.

The top spot seemed to have become the grand path to the peak, making all ambitious geniuses flock to it.

......

The competition was in full swing, with over 100,000 Galaxy geniuses battling here.

Although, based on theoretical strength, most people found it difficult to defeat higher-level geniuses by fighting above their rank, there were still many exceptions.

Among them, the most eye-catching was a slender blue-skinned person wearing white armor.

The Blue Skin people were a very weak race; they only had the title of a Level 10 civilization but had lost all their assets due to space pirates. If they didn't work harder, their next rating would be when they fell from being a Level 10 civilization.

So, this Blue Skin person worked very hard.

Although his Star Core was only perfect grade, he unexpectedly comprehended 'momentum,' and it was the incredibly powerful momentum of Destructive Heavenly Thunder.

He himself was a Psychic Warrior, cultivating both body and Soul, integrating psychic power into every movement, enhancing his overall power, thus achieving the effect of fighting above his rank.

The reason Lin Ye paid so much attention to him was that in the preliminary rounds, a genius from their small group had a mishap.

When that Psychic Warrior wielded a Wolf Fang Club that was completely inconsistent with his physique, he became invincible for a time.

"As expected, one still can't underestimate the geniuses of the Galaxy," Lin Ye sighed to himself.

He had originally thought he was the limit of this tier, but he didn't expect such a genius to exist within it.

"Batoru VS Qing Yan."

The massive Duel Arena, capable of holding 100 million people, fell silent for a short time, then erupted into even more fervent cheers.

"Batoru, crush him!"

"Qing Yan, you're the best! Defeat that idiot Batoru!"

After a long elimination round, there were now fewer than two hundred people, and this round of matches would determine who would enter the final stage.

Advance, and become a disciple of the Galaxy Lord; retreat, and it would be a wasted trip.

Qing Yan's eyes were tightly shut, exuding an aura like a wild beast.

He was the last hope of his race; if they couldn't even maintain a Level 10 civilization, then their Blue Skin people would fall into decline.

Batoru dared not be careless. Qing Yan had already eliminated a genius with a domain, so how could Batoru take him lightly?

An incompletely mastered domain was still more than twice as strong as 'momentum.'

But this did not bring him a sense of security; Qing Yan's extraordinary control over his power was enough to negate these advantages.

This was a free-for-all; there were no referees, and only the last person standing would win.

The Galaxy Lord was an ancient lord, adhering to many ancient dueling etiquettes. Even after the Mechanical Clan created the virtual world, he did not conduct duels in the virtual world but rather experienced the most primal passion with real weapons and live ammunition.

The disciple recruitment ceremony held every hundred years was a carnival for the Galaxy Territory, and even many important figures from outside the Galaxy would come to watch this grand event.

In the topmost private box, two distinguished guests became interested.

"Karl, are you very optimistic about Qing Yan?" Louis, a Lion People with a lion's head and human body, dressed in noble priestly robes, inquired.

He was a strong individual of the Lion People race. The Lion People were not a race born in the universe but came from the Astral Realm.

"Louis, trust me, this one will absolutely open your eyes." Karl, the strongest race in the Galaxy Territory, a Galaxy Human, standing ten meters tall, was the strongest warrior.

"How interesting. I didn't expect our junior brothers and sisters to have such outstanding existences," Louis said with great interest.

They were also disciples of the Galaxy Lord, from a session tens of thousands of years ago, sent to recruit their junior brothers and sisters.

The Galaxy Lord wouldn't pay attention to these rookies; senior brothers guiding junior brothers was the most common part of his legacy. Only those who were exceptionally outstanding would he personally instruct.

Of course, those who could bring him disciples were also exceptional individuals.

Karl and Louis were both the top-ranked individuals of their respective sessions and were then taken as direct disciples by the Galaxy Lord.

"He has a very outstanding quality: innate combat intuition, which makes him invincible." As a warrior, Karl was full of admiration for Qing Yan.

"It's a pity; advancing too early consumed too much potential. Otherwise, he would also become one of us," Karl sighed, lamenting such a waste of talent.

"Oh?" Louis was a bit curious; he had only just arrived and had been handling some matters recently.

"Qing Yan comes from the Blue Skin race; his race suffered a disaster, and he had no choice but to break through and participate in this battle early. It's a pity he's only forty-three," Karl sighed.

"But even if he reaches his peak, he still seems to be no match for the one I'm optimistic about." Louis smiled mysteriously; he was a little late because of this person.

"Which one?" Karl was stunned; he had been dealing with tournament issues and had seen most of the matches, but he hadn't noticed any genius that made his eyes light up.

"Keep watching." Louis gave a enigmatic smile.

......

On the stage, Batoru and Qing Yan began to fight.

Batoru was engulfed in raging flames; the scorching fire seemed to burn through the entire arena, and his Flame Domain was unleashed unrestrained, transforming the arena into a sea of fire.

Qing Yan huddled in this sea of fire; with his small stature, he was like a drop in the ocean, swaying precariously. Destructive Heavenly Thunder momentum coiled around him, shielding him from the intense heat.

"Come on, let's see if you crush me or I burn you to death." Batoru unleashed a volley of fiery giant spears, aiming to pierce Qing Yan.

Qing Yan stared intently at Batoru, dodging most of Batoru's flame spears with just a slight sway.

But the flame spears, upon landing, did not dissipate; instead, they embedded themselves in the Flame Domain, continuously absorbing heat and slowly expanding.

"Can't stay here long." This thought flashed through Qing Yan's mind.

He used all his strength, turning into an afterimage as he dashed forward.

Batoru summoned a group of flame servants, intending to block Qing Yan. This was a specialty of his profession, Flame Overlord.

The flame servants were troublesome; physical attacks were difficult to be effective against them. They were elemental bodies, and only elemental power could cause damage.

Qing Yan imbued his Wolf Fang Club with Destructive Heavenly Thunder and psychic power; the massive club, like a meat grinder, crushed a swath of flame servants.

But it was useless; flame servants continuously spawned from the domain.

Batoru fully summoned flame servants to block Qing Yan's threat, while simultaneously controlling hundreds of reinforced flame spears to attack Qing Yan from another direction.

The audience on the stands held their breath, their eyes wide, as success or failure hinged on this one moment.