110: Chapter 110 The Final Melee

What they needed to do was distance themselves from the eye of the storm as quickly as possible; reaching the minimum requirement for advancement—the top ten—would suffice.

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Li Wen naturally noticed the duo's movements, but his heart remained unruffled.

He was not a bellicose or bloodthirsty person. Since the opponents had the sense to proactively avoid his sharp edge, he had no interest in relentlessly pursuing them.

The rule was to eliminate opponents to gain points; did it really matter who was eliminated?

With a clear objective, Li Wen randomly chose a direction. His figure transformed into a blurry shadow as he casually brandished the grayish-white Qi blades condensed from his Momentum Realm Saber Intent. Wherever he passed, few could withstand even a single exchange, and his points rose steadily.

Just as he was sweeping through the field as if entering an uninhabited land, his peripheral vision caught a somewhat wretched figure in a perilous situation, being suppressed ruthlessly by a burly Martial Artist wielding a heavy warhammer.

It was actually Li Changjie.

Whether it was luck or misfortune, this cousin—who had just been shocked by Li Wen in reality—had actually been assigned to the same second-round arena as him.

In fact, Li Changjie had already discovered Li Wen's presence back when they were teleported in. However, the arena was vast, and coupled with the subtle awkwardness in his heart, he had subconsciously chosen to stay away.

However, he failed to avoid all trouble as he had hoped.

At this moment, Li Changjie had been forced into a corner by the hammer-wielding Martial Artist. His armor groaned under the heavy impacts, its durability in critical condition. His face was covered in sweat and terror as the shadow of elimination loomed over him.

In three more hammer strikes, he would likely be unable to escape the fate of being eliminated.

At the critical moment...

A grayish-white saber beam, condensed as if physical, tore through the air. Without warning, it shot forth from the side with peerless precision.

Its speed far exceeded the reactions of both Li Changjie and the hammer-wielding Martial Artist.

"Squelch—!"

Like a hot knife through butter, that saber beam—containing a sharp Momentum Realm that made Li Changjie's scalp tingle—instantly pierced through the hammer-wielding Martial Artist's body.

The Martial Artist still wore a cruel grin from his impending elimination of an opponent, but his figure had already transformed into white light and vanished, his points halved.

And the tip of this lethal saber beam's trajectory had happened to brush past Li Changjie's face.

That cold, sharp Intent carrying the aura of death rushed at him, making Li Changjie's hair stand on end and his heart nearly stop.

Experiencing the power that killed his opponent from such a close distance gave him a deeper, unforgettable realization of Li Wen's strength. This was not merely surpassing him; it was on an entirely unreachable level.

The shock of surviving a brush with death far outweighed any gratitude. Li Changjie's face was deathly pale. After confirming that the lethal attack wasn't aimed at him, he felt a trace of lingering fear from his narrow escape and an indescribable shock.

He subconsciously looked toward the direction the saber beam had come from—where Li Wen stood—and nodded with difficulty and awkwardness as a sign of thanks.

The distant figure—Li Wen—merely gave an extremely slight nod in response, as if the strike that had changed the battle's outcome was nothing more than a casual, trivial action to him.

Immediately after, Li Wen's figure flickered again, merging back into the chaotic battlefield to continue his "harvesting" without a moment's pause.

The brief entanglement brought by blood relations—a favor granted with a mere lift of a hand, occurring only at the level of physical and visual symbols due to the vast disparity in strength—ended there.

Like a pebble leaving a fleeting ripple on a lake's surface, it then sank to the bottom, leaving no further sound.

Meanwhile, on another light screen focused on by spectators—the second arena where Lin Xuan was located.

The battle situation there formed a stark contrast to the peaceful coexistence in Li Wen's area.

Lin Xuan's face was as hard as iron, and his gaze was as sharp as if it could pierce through the Divine Soul.

He completely ignored the ordinary contestants fleeing in panic, his objective clearly locked onto the only other Momentum Realm existence in this arena—Zhou Xiao, who was ranked 22nd in the Provincial First Mock Exam.

Watching Lin Xuan approach step by step with murderous Killing Intent, and feeling the Saber Intent that was far deeper and more piercing than his own, Zhou Xiao's expression turned extremely ugly. He hurriedly shouted: "Brother Lin! Don't be hasty! The rules allow for ten spots. Why must the two of us fight to the death now?"

However, the only response he received was the deepening chill in Lin Xuan's icy pupils and a lethal flash of saber light that tore through the air like lightning!

"Fight to the death?" Lin Xuan's voice carried no warmth, yet his Saber Intent exploded violently, whipping up a gale. "With just you? You don't have the qualifications!"

Zhou Xiao was greatly alarmed. With a roar, a heavy alloy tower shield was instantly positioned in front of him.

He considered his defensive power superior; being ranked 22nd in the Provincial First Mock Exam was a symbol of his strength.

However, reality was cruel.

"Boom—!!!"

A heart-palpitating explosion rang out!

Lin Xuan's saber, carrying a domineering and peerless Saber Intent that seemed Intent on severing all obstacles, struck ruthlessly at the center of the tower shield.

The fragments of the shattered shield flew out in all directions like shrapnel from an explosion.

Zhou Xiao felt an irresistible, massive force surge through the almost completely pulverized shield into his arms. His bones groaned under the unbearable weight, and his entire body was sent flying backward as if struck head-on by a siege hammer, blood spraying from his mouth.

Just one strike!

Zhou Xiao, ranked 22nd in the Provincial First Mock Exam and renowned for his defensive power, had his proud alloy tower shield completely destroyed and was himself heavily injured.

Lin Xuan stood with his saber, his robes fluttering despite the lack of wind. Looking at the wretched Zhou Xiao who was struggling to crawl up with a face as ashen as death, he spat out a cold judgment: "Do you see clearly now? Trash. You are the first."

He raised his long saber again, pointing it at Zhou Xiao and all the terrified contestants in the arena.

Lin Xuan's feast of slaughter had only just begun.

The fifty-first batch concluded at a speed far exceeding any previous batch.

The reason was simple: in each of the twenty arenas, there was at least one or two Momentum Realm Prodigies presiding.

In the face of their overwhelming power, even opponents at the Peak of the Unity Realm were cleared away like dry weeds. Two or three minutes were enough to declare the end.

As the top ten were decided in the final arena, amidst flickering light, the last batch of qualifiers was teleported back to their original positions.

In the vast, empty plaza, only two hundred figures now remained.

Every single one represented the most elite existence among this year's high school seniors in Jiangnan Province, with the fifty-odd Prodigies who had reached the Momentum Realm being the most dazzling.

At this moment, the Virtual Coliseum, both inside and out, was in a complete frenzy.

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The spectating students discussed animatedly, excitedly guessing who would have the last laugh in this melee of Prodigies.

Even within that special observation area, the representatives of the Four Great Factions and the observers from various Martial Arts universities had shed their previous calm, showing more focus and curiosity.

In an arena melee, especially one involving so many Momentum Realm Prodigies, victory or defeat was no longer purely determined by the height of one's Realm.

Instantaneous judgment in actual combat, keen insight into the battle situation, flexible use of rules, and even a bit of luck could all become decisive factors.

The champion of the Provincial First Mock Exam, Chu Feng, stood straight as a spear, his gaze sharp.

He knew well that although he was strong, his advantage was limited.

If he were targeted by several Prodigies with similar strength working together, even he would very likely suffer a bitter defeat and be eliminated early.

Therefore, in the previous batches, he and four other alumni from the Provincial Capital No. 1 Middle School who had made it into the top ten of the Provincial First Mock Exam had already reached a tacit understanding. In the final battle, the five would join forces to clear the field first, ensuring maximum point advantage and safety before deciding the final rankings among themselves.

And Chu Feng's side wasn't the only one with such an idea.

Nangong Xue, ranked second in the Provincial First Mock Exam and hailing from the Provincial Capital's Second High School, also had several Momentum Realm alumni from her school gathered around her, forming another powerful Alliance.

The remaining few top-ten or powerful Momentum Realm Prodigies were naturally unwilling to sit and wait to be eaten by the "big fish."

They also formed secret Alliances, though they had fewer people and their overall strength was slightly inferior to the two major Alliances of Chu and Nangong.

Thus, they quickly turned their gazes toward those "lone wolf" experts who were by themselves—for example, Li Wen.

During the brief rest period, a shrewd-looking Prodigy quickly found Li Wen, who was standing quietly in the crowd resting his mind.

"Student Li Wen? I am Wang Shuo from the Provincial Capital's Third High School, ranked 8th in the Provincial First Mock Exam." The newcomer got straight to the point, speaking quite fast. "I'm sure you can guess the upcoming situation. Those from the provincial capital high schools like Chu Feng and Nangong Xue will most likely join forces. If the rest of us don't band together, we will definitely be the first to be eliminated by their combined efforts.

We have also gathered several friends from the top ten and top twenty here, and we hope you can join us. Let's work together to clear out the others first, especially those Momentum Realm users from weaker teams, and then we'll each use our own skills to compete for the rankings. What do you think?"

His eyes were fixed on Li Wen, carrying a trace of expectation and scrutiny.

Hearing this, Li Wen's eyes flickered slightly.

He instantly weighed the pros and cons. If he didn't join, with his Momentum Realm strength and "lone wolf" status, he would inevitably become a primary target for elimination by the three major groups.

His goal of reaching the provincial top three would immediately vanish into thin air.

Joining, although it meant a temporary team-up with strangers where they would be wary of each other, at least provided a buffer period. It would allow him to avoid the initial brunt of the conflict and wait for an opportunity.

With almost no hesitation, Li Wen nodded and said: "Fine. I'll join."

His voice was calm, revealing little emotion.

A look of joy appeared on Wang Shuo's face: "Excellent! Once we're teleported in, try to move toward us as much as possible. Priority is to clear out the scattered Momentum Realm users who aren't in the Alliance!"

Li Wen agreed.

He was clear as a mirror in his heart; this so-called Alliance was extremely fragile, entirely based on interests.

Once other threats were cleared away, or if he showed himself to be a threat to any core member, a backstab could happen at any time.

He joined only to use the Alliance to gain the opportunity to enter the final melee and preserve his strength, not because of actual trust.

At the critical moment, he still had to rely on himself.

The rest period soon ended.

The grand System notification once again echoed through the space: "Final Battle—Hundred-Man Melee, Begin!"

In the next second, two hundred figures were teleported simultaneously.

The scene before his eyes changed, and Li Wen found himself in an incomparably vast, giant arena.

This arena was dozens of times larger than any previous one, formed by merging the spaces of all previous arenas. It was sufficient to accommodate these two hundred top experts for the final competition.