61: Chapter 61 A Slap

"Three and a half years old!"

Two golden characters were deeply imprinted in everyone's mind.

The entire registration plaza instantly fell silent.

The mocking laughter that had just been noisy came to an abrupt halt.

All the Prodigies were stunned.

The expressions of the crowd shifted from watching a show to astonishment, then froze.

Finally, they became expressionless.

"Cough, cough, well..."

The middle-aged deacon in charge of registration looked extremely embarrassed.

He watched helplessly as the bone-age treasure mirror fell to the ground with a "clatter." His heart twitched, but he didn't dare to pick it up.

He only felt his Face burning.

He had just guaranteed that this mirror hadn't had an error in a thousand years.

Yet it had measured a result so outrageous it was unheard of.

The mirror wasn't broken.

What was broken was his brain.

And the cognition of this group of heaven's favored children.

A three-and-a-half-year-old toddler, coming to participate in the life-or-death Prodigy Tournament?

This was more Xuanhuan than a sow climbing a tree.

It was like seeing a ghost.

"Grandpa, I'm hungry."

Li Changsheng tugged on the hem of the old servant Li Fu's clothes and said in a milky voice.

He seemed completely unaware of how much shock he had brought to this group of "adults."

Upon hearing this, Li Fu smiled and fished an oil-paper bag from his bosom.

Inside was a shiny, sweet-smelling candied hawthorn.

"Little Ancestor, cushion your stomach first. We'll go eat a big meal after we finish."

Li Changsheng happily took the candied hawthorn and began to lick it in small bites.

The surrounding Prodigies watched this scene with strange expressions.

We are here with our Dao Hearts shattered and our minds in chaos.

You are actually eating here?

And eating so happily?

This is simply mental torture!

The middle-aged deacon forced himself to calm down.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, forcing himself to appear professional.

"According to the rules, registration also requires a test of basic strength. Please follow me."

His voice was a bit dry, his attitude completely different, even carrying a trace of awe.

To be able to let a three-and-a-half-year-old toddler participate, the power behind him must be formidable.

Such an existence was definitely not something a small deacon like him could offend.

Under the guidance of the middle-aged deacon, Li Fu held Li Changsheng and came to the other side of the plaza.

Standing here was a ten-zhang-high black stone stele, its surface smooth as a mirror, appearing ancient and solemn.

"This is the Xuantian Force-Testing Stele, an ancient divine object, indestructible. It is rumored that even a Saint-level powerhouse's full-force strike can only leave a shallow mark on it."

A descendant of a noble family whispered an explanation to the person beside him, his eyes filled with awe.

"All applicants must attack the force-testing stele with full strength. The stele will light up in different colors and display a numerical value. Only by exceeding one thousand can one pass." The middle-aged deacon introduced.

At this moment, many Prodigies were already queuing up to test.

"Saint of the Heavenly Fire Sect, please!"

A young man in a red robe stepped out.

As soon as he stepped out, he brought a heatwave with him.

"Hah!"

With a violent shout, his right fist ignited with red flames, emitting astonishing heat that made the surrounding air scorching.

He threw a punch like a scorching sun crashing into the stone stele.

"Boom!"

Amidst the loud noise, the force-testing stele shook violently.

A piercing red light shot up from the ground, reaching over seven zhang!

A line of numbers appeared on the stele.

"Strength Rating: 7,300!"

"So strong! Deserving of being a leader of the Heavenly Fire Sect!"

"The strongest few from last year only had ratings just over 7,000, right? He is aiming for the top ten!"

Exclamations rang out all around.

The Heavenly Fire Saint retracted his fist with satisfaction, looking proudly around the arena.

"Next, the Third Prince of the Tianfeng Imperial Dynasty!"

A man in green clothes flashed and appeared in front of the stone stele.

He pointed his fingers like a sword, and a silent cyan wind blade shot from his fingertips, slashing onto the stone stele.

"Hum"

Green light erupted on the stone stele, reaching a height of eight zhang!

"Strength Rating: 8,100!"

"Even higher than the Heavenly Fire Saint!"

"His Highness the Third Prince has hidden his strength so deeply!"

Exclamations followed one after another.

The Third Prince smiled with satisfaction and turned to step down.

Then, Prodigies famous throughout the Eastern Wastelands took turns on stage.

Fist beams, Sword Qi, and blade light.

The lights of various Divine Abilities shone, causing the light of the force-testing stele to climb continuously, with the numerical value being refreshed again and again.

It was dazzling for everyone to watch.

"Next, Great Xia Divine Dynasty, Li Changsheng."

When this name was called, the arena instantly went quiet.

Everyone immediately looked at the milky toddler who was still licking the candied hawthorn.

After the shock of the bone-age test, no one dared to openly mock him now.

But almost everyone showed an expression of watching a good show.

Age is age, strength is strength.

A three-and-a-half-year-old child, even if he started Cultivating from the womb, how strong could he be?

It would be amazing if he could push the air to create ripples.

"Little Ancestor, it's your turn."

Li Fu gently placed Li Changsheng on the ground.

Li Changsheng blinked his big eyes, looked at the huge stone stele that was countless times taller than him, and then looked at his own chubby little hands.

He wobbled over to the Xuantian Force-Testing Stele.

He tilted his little head, as if thinking about where to start.

Many female Cultivators saw his cute appearance and couldn't help but show doting smiles.

"Little friend, come on!"

"It doesn't matter if you can't make it ring, big sister will give you candy!"

Li Changsheng seemed to understand.

He turned his head and gave a sweet smile to the big sisters who were encouraging him.

Then he turned back, facing the cold stone stele.

He put away the half-eaten candied hawthorn and carefully placed it into his bosom.

Then, imitating the people before him, he took a breath.

Well, because his lung capacity was too small, it looked like he had hiccupped.

Under everyone's gaze, Li Changsheng raised his tender little hand.

There was no fluctuation of mana.

There was no Aura gathering.

He didn't even use any strength.

He just did it simply, like he was going to swat a mosquito, and casually slapped the position at the height of a person.

"Pop."

A very light sound.

And then.

Nothing.

The stone stele had no reaction; there was no light, no numerical value, not even a trace of vibration.

The arena went quiet again.

After a full three seconds.

"Pfft"

I don't know who couldn't hold it in first and laughed out loud.

Then, the long-repressed laughter erupted and spread throughout the plaza.

"Hahahaha! I'm dying of laughter! I thought there would be some earth-shattering performance, and this is it?"

"Pop! Haha, that slap really used up all his strength!"

"Don't laugh, don't laugh, what if you make the child cry? People have Face too!"

"Alright, alright, the farce should end. A three-year-old child, did you really expect him to get a rating?"

Even the middle-aged deacon only had a helpless bitter smile on his Face.

As expected, he had thought too much.

The child's age was real, but his strength... was really non-existent.

However, just when everyone treated this as a joke.

Li Changsheng himself tilted his little head, looked at the place where his palm had slapped, and showed a puzzled expression.

He raised his little hand and blew on the stone stele.

"Crack."

A crisp cracking sound rang out.

Everyone's laughter stopped again.

They saw with horror that at the position Li Changsheng's little hand had just slapped, a tiny crack appeared.

This crack seemed to come alive.

After appearing, it quickly spread upwards and downwards!

"Crack, crack, crack"

The crisp cracking sounds connected into one, making people's hearts tremble with fear.

Everyone watched in horror as that crack penetrated the entire ten-zhang-high stone stele!

Indestructible?

Can withstand a Saint's strike?

At this moment, this Xuantian Force-Testing Stele, which had carried the glory of Tianjiao City for a thousand years, was like a piece of glass that had been smashed by a hammer.

It was broken.

From top to bottom, it split into two halves.

"Clatter!"

The huge stone stele broke from the middle and collapsed with a roar, smashing two deep pits on the ground.

Dust rose everywhere.

The plaza was silent; everyone was too shocked to speak.

The middle-aged deacon was stunned.

The Prodigies who had been clutching their stomachs in laughter had their smiles frozen on their Faces.

Li Changsheng looked at the collapsed stone stele, then looked at his own little hand, feeling a bit aggrieved.

He had only slapped it lightly.

Why did it break?