107: Chapter 107 Li Wen Takes the Stage, the Top Ten Are Nothing More Than This

Time flowed by.

Lin Xuan's efficiency in clearing the field was despair-inducingly high.

His chilling killing Intent was like a tangible Ice Domain, causing the surviving contestants to lose all courage to even approach. They could only frantically dodge the occasional stray Saber Qi he swung.

He didn't even need ten minutes; in just over three minutes, no second standing figure remained on the Number Three Arena except for Lin Xuan.

The System announced coldly: "Arena Number 3 concluded! Sole survivor: Lin Xuan!"

As Lin Xuan's figure vanished amidst a flash of light, the entire public viewing area erupted in a massive collective gasp and uproar. The 'eye' marker for Arena Number Three briefly spiked its viewership count to a staggering six figures.

With a flash of light, a crestfallen Huang Hao was teleported back to the reserve area of Qingshi No. 3 Middle School.

His face was ashen, and his legs were still trembling slightly, clearly still reeling from the oppressive feeling of near-death.

Seeing Li Wen standing there composedly, his Aura restrained yet as steady as a mountain, he almost stumbled as he rushed over.

"That was terrifying as hell," Huang Hao's voice trembled with lingering fear. He grabbed Li Wen's arm, speaking incoherently in his excitement: "Just one strike! He just casually swung his blade! That blade light grazed me a little, and my armor nearly shattered!"

Li Wen listened quietly to Huang Hao's venting, his face showing little emotion, merely patting his shoulder in comfort.

However, his gaze calmly drifted toward the light indicating the second batch of teleports beginning in the distance.

Huang Hao's words gave him a more direct understanding of Lin Xuan, a name he had heard but never seen in person.

Strong, but that was all.

If the top ten were only at this level, then securing a spot in the top three should be certain.

The second batch of free-for-alls began with great fanfare.

Several more students from Qingshi No. 3 Middle School were teleported in, all looking tense.

In this batch, there was indeed another Prodigy who had reached the Momentum Realm—a young man who specialized in Fist Techniques.

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Although he wasn't as dazzlingly prominent as Lin Xuan, who created a horrifying clearing effect right at the start of the battle, he fought steadily. His Fist Intent was fierce and heavy, and every punch thrown was accompanied by a dull burst of air, full of power.

Contestants in the Middle Stage to Late Stage of the Unity Realm were like punching bags before him. They were either knocked out of bounds by a single punch without suspense, or eliminated after their armor was judged broken.

The entire process was equally crushing, efficient, and domineering.

"Wow— — — — Is this the power of the Momentum Realm?"

"So fierce! If someone from our school reached the Late Stage of the Unity Realm, they would be considered a top student, but this guy can't even last one move against him— — — —"

"Quick, look at that guy who got knocked away by one punch. I remember him; he’s a Genius from the key high school in the next county! He was Late Stage Unity Realm!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk— — — — It feels like watching movie special effects— — — —"

The high school seniors from various county-level schools across Jiangnan Province let out waves of uncontrollable amazement and sharp intakes of breath.

For ordinary Geniuses from county-level high schools like them, the performance of top Prodigies at the Provincial First Mock Exam level, especially those who had reached the Momentum Realm, was completely on another dimension, creating a huge impact.

On Qingshi No. 3 Middle School's side, many gazes involuntarily turned toward Li Wen, who stood at the front, his Aura calm.

Li Wen, who was testing his Physical Body alongside everyone else at the start of the school year and was overshadowed by Huang Hao, had actually entered this Realm they could only look up to—the Blade Technique Momentum Realm—silently!

Moreover, judging by the stir he caused during the Physical Body test, his Technique Realm might be even more terrifying than this Fist Intent Genius currently fighting.

An unprecedented sense of admiration, pride, and even a touch of the absurdity of 'I'm actually in the same class as him' welled up in everyone's hearts.

The second batch also ended quickly.

Without giving everyone too much time to savor it, the countdown for the third free-for-all began, and new contestants were teleported into their respective arenas.

However, when a figure appeared on one of the arenas, the atmosphere of the entire virtual coliseum suddenly froze.

Immediately after, as if a powder keg had been ignited, an eruption of boiling excitement, even surpassing the fervor when Lin Xuan appeared, surged like a tidal wave!

"Chu Feng! It's Chu Feng!"

"Provincial First Mock Exam Champion! Chu Feng!"

"He was first in the last mock exam! He's here!"

"Heavens, Arena Number Seven! Look at Number Seven!"

On Arena Number Seven, the figure, the moment he appeared, did not release the aggressive killing Intent like Lin Xuan, but instead carried a terrifying Aura that was as steady as a mountain and restrained in its sharpness.

His posture was upright, as if a straight javelin were plunged into the arena. The arc of his straight spine was full of the tension of strength and beauty.

Just standing there gave people the strong feeling that he was born to wield a long spear.

At this moment, he casually held a dark silver long spear, the tip angled toward the ground, its cold light contained.

Almost simultaneously, the number behind the corresponding 'eye' marker above his head shot up like a rocket, breaking through the one hundred thousand mark in the blink of an eye, and it was still climbing at a terrifying speed.

His level of attention far surpassed Lin Xuan's.

Li Wen, who had been sitting calmly in his seat, finally raised his head. A sharp glint flashed in his deep eyes.

Without needing anyone to introduce him, just relying on that unique Aura and the violent reaction of the entire audience, he knew the identity of the newcomer—Chu Feng.

Very strong!

This was Li Wen's first judgment.

If Lin Xuan's blade Intent was exposed, cold sharpness, then the latent, unexpressed 'Intent' gathered around Chu Feng, as if it were substantial, was more like a volcano on the verge of eruption.

With just one glance, Li Wen could determine that Chu Feng's spear Intent—it had likely already surpassed the Middle Stage of the Momentum Realm and entered the Late Stage.

The countdown ended.

The battle on Arena Number Seven instantly erupted. Chu Feng moved!

He didn't even adopt any defensive posture, merely flicked his right wrist.

Buzz!

The dark silver long spear seemed to come alive, emitting a low Dragon's roar.

His entire Aura suddenly soared, erupting with a sharpness that pierced the heavens from its previous composure.

The next instant, he vanished from his spot.

Swish—!

Like a blurry silver lightning bolt, he abruptly cut into the crowd.

There were no earth-shattering roars, no dazzling energy beams; there was only the most concise, most efficient spear technique, imbued with endless killing Intent.

Thrust! Point! Sweep! Smash!

The amplitude of his movements was extremely small, his speed so fast that the eye could not capture his trajectory. As his wrist flipped, spear shadows permeated the air.

Every time the spear tip pointed out, a speck of faint light would burst from a vital spot like the center of the brow or the throat of one person; every time the spear shaft swept across, it was like a giant iron rod striking, causing those hit to instantly fall over.

Five or six people were swept up simultaneously, crashing heavily onto the ground and dissipating into beams of white light.

With a smashing blow from the spear shaft, a Late Stage Unity Realm contestant in front who tried to block was sent flying off the stage like a parabola after being hit by a speeding truck— — — —

Chu Feng's figure weaved and moved through the crowd. His steps were as steady as bedrock, yet incredibly fast.

Every place he passed was like a scorching iron branding snow.

Continuous 'thuds' and 'ahhh' sounds echoed, symbolizing the lights of elimination flashing one after another.

He was like a precise war machine programmed with a set routine, showing no emotion, only efficiently executing the clearing mission.

His spear had long surpassed the scope of technique; every strike induced subtle ripples in space—this was the terrifying manifestation of Major Achievement Spear Intent.

With every gesture, large numbers of opponents were eliminated. The elimination speed on Arena Number Seven was even faster than Lin Xuan's shocking one-strike clearing!

Observer Exclusive Area.

The Martial Arts University observers' eyes were nearly shining like light bulbs. Their fingers tapped across the light screens so fast they left afterimages, wishing they could dismantle and analyze every one of Chu Feng's movements.

The recorded evaluation phrases were filled with words like "Perfect," "Stunning," "Textbook Level," and "S-Rank Confirmed Without Doubt— — — —"

"Good! He truly lives up to the S-Rank contract!" Director Sun Zhenshan, who had been watching calmly, finally revealed an undisguised look of satisfaction. He nodded slightly, his tone filled with absolute confidence, "This child has a steady Heart-Nature, a solid Foundation, and his spear Intent is controlled at will, already reaching the Late Stage. What's even rarer is this calm judgment and absolute control on the battlefield. His future is limitless!"

His gaze swept over the agents of the other major powers, carrying a hint of pride.

The fact that Kindling Hall managed to sign Chu Feng's S-Rank contract before anyone else undoubtedly proved the precision of the headquarters and their judgment.

Watching the figure on Arena Number Seven quickly eliminate opponents like a divine pillar holding down the sea, the entire observation area was filled with praise and anticipation for this S-Rank contract holder.

Time ticked by second by second. On the light screen suspended above the virtual coliseum, the batch numbers kept jumping.

Batch after batch of students were teleported in after the countdown hit zero, and after brief battles filled with the clash of metal and bursts of energy, they were either eliminated or advanced proudly to the next round.

In the area where Qingshi No. 3 Middle School's Flying Star Class was located, an atmosphere of anxiety and anticipation permeated the air.

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"Did you see that? Every batch has a Momentum Realm Genius appearing."

A student from the Third Middle School pointed to a certain arena where a battle was concluding, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of envy.

"Mhm, the rules say it's random, but this arrangement is very obvious," another person nodded in agreement, "It avoids strong opponents clashing too early and ensures every batch has enough strong highlights to attract audience attention and maintain popularity."

Everyone understood implicitly. This was the unwritten rule behind the 'pseudo-randomness'—balancing competitive intensity to maximize the spectacle and suspense of the event.

Finally, when the huge number on the light screen jumped to "Twenty-Eight," the moment of glory for the people of Qingshi No. 3 Middle School arrived.

"Buzz—"

The faint light representing teleportation flashed, and Li Wen's figure instantly vanished from his spot.

"Li Wen is on stage!" Huang Hao, who was closest to him, shouted first, his tone excited.

"Where? Which arena is Li Wen in?"

The surrounding students from the Third Middle School immediately boiled over, their gazes sweeping across the twenty massive floating arenas like radar.

He was the only Momentum Realm Prodigy from their Third Middle School, the pride of Qingshi County's high school students.

Soon, sharp-eyed people spotted their target.

"Found him! Arena Number Three! He's on Arena Number Three!"

The students of the Third Middle School quickly focused their attention on Arena Number Three, their hearts filled with pride and expectation.

In the same batch as Li Wen, another Momentum Realm Genius was teleported in simultaneously.

The two were still assigned to different arenas.

The other one had a much more famous reputation than the newly revealed Li Wen. He was Fang Yiming, ranked in the top ten of the Provincial First Mock Exam, whose strength and prestige were benchmarks for seed contestants.

The moment Fang Yiming appeared on Arena Number Fourteen, the number behind the 'eye' energy marker symbolizing viewership above his head shot up like a rocket, breaking through thirty thousand in the blink of an eye, and it was still climbing furiously.

In contrast, the 'eye' marker behind Li Wen's name on Arena Number Three initially only had a few hundred viewers—the students from Qingshi No. 3 Middle School—appearing minuscule against the backdrop of Fang Yiming's popularity.

Meanwhile, the Martial Arts University observers responsible for observation and evaluation in the special space were looking down, flipping through the real-time updated contestant data on their light screens.

"The twenty-eighth batch also has two Momentum Realm seeds," an observer scanned the list and pointed out the key point in a flat tone.

"This one named Li Wen— — — —" A white-haired old professor next to him paused his gaze on Li Wen's data page. When he saw a certain number, a sharp glint suddenly flashed in his cloudy eyes, "His ranking on the Provincial List for last month's Provincial First Mock Exam was— — — — Forty-eighth place? And he's still only at the Unity Realm?" His voice held a trace of unbelievable astonishment.

"What? Unity Realm and broke into the top fifty?"

Another young observer quickly pulled up Li Wen's data and flipped backward, his face full of surprise, "And what's more exaggerated is, only a month has passed, and he actually broke through to the Momentum Realm? This rate of improvement— — — —"

"Look at the note in the back," the old professor had clearly already browsed the detailed file quickly. He raised his hand and pointed toward the key information column, "The mark is: Technique Awakened direction."

"Oh— — — —" The young observer let out a long sound of realization. Most of his surprise faded, "No wonder. That explains it. Technique Awakened individuals indeed have a natural advantage in the Early Stages of technique Realm improvement. I was wondering why Kindling Hall only gave an A-Rank contract; it felt mismatched with this momentum. So the crux is here."

"What a pity," the first observer who spoke shook his head, his tone filled with deep regret, "If he weren't a Technique Awakened, but had a conventional or even rarer Awakening direction, based solely on this leapfrog rate of progress and the feat of breaking into the top fifty while still in the Unity Realm, let alone an S-Rank, challenging the legendary SS-Rank contract wouldn't have been impossible. Technique Awakened— — — — Alas, the price of having one's potential pre-drawn."

The regret in his words was obvious, clearly holding reservations about the upper limit potential of Technique Awakened individuals.

The few observers fell silent.

Indeed, Technique Awakened individuals were dazzling in the Early Stages, but the blessing and curse of their Awakening often coexisted. The hardship and limitations of their subsequent path were already common knowledge in the martial arts world.

On Arena Number Three, the white light of teleportation gradually dissipated.

Li Wen's figure solidified, appearing on the cold metal platform.

His gaze quickly swept over the surrounding environment, then landed on the weapon rack temporarily refreshed in front of him.

Various standard cold weapons were displayed on the sword rack.

Li Wen grasped a standard combat saber with a thick spine and narrow edge, its cold light contained, almost without hesitation. He then picked up a light and sturdy black alloy armor piece used to protect key areas of the arm and chest.

His movements were swift and practiced, clearly very familiar with this virtual combat readiness procedure.