137: Wuyuan Tianlei

Among them, the outstanding ones whose values had already met the standard also began to condense Divine Intent, but this was not something that could be achieved overnight.

Only through comparison can differences be highlighted. Without any assistance, condensing Divine Intent is not a short-term endeavor; it requires the Martial Artist to gradually shape it themselves.

This gave Qin Jin a more intuitive understanding of the importance of the Divine Martial Furnace.

It could be said that the Divine Martial Furnace provided immense help to Martial Artists of lower realms, and the time saved allowed a Martial Artist the opportunity to reach a potentially higher limit.

Qin Jin himself, during these past few days of cultivation, enhanced his control over himself and familiarized himself with the increased power after his transformation.

Martial Abyss, Martial Arts Department.

It was early morning, but the academy was already bustling.

In the academy's mid-air, standard arenas rose, a hundred of them at a glance, forming a magnificent scene suspended in the air.

Below.

This year's new students of Martial Abyss gathered, arrayed according to their student grades, converging at different locations within the academy.

The Star Dome Breaking Limit Cup.

The academy selection officially began!

This student selection adopted the simplest and most direct method.

Arena battles.

Starting with the lowest-grade F-rank students, arena elimination battles were held. After a certain number of eliminations, higher-grade E-rank students joined, participating in the elimination, and so on.

This continued until A-rank students joined, and 37 individuals were selected through elimination to complete the initial selection.

These 37 selected individuals, along with 37 S-rank students, would then engage in arena elimination battles, and the final ten contestants would earn the opportunity to represent Wu Yuan Academy for one academic year in the Star Dome Breaking Limit Cup.

At the same time.

This screening and elimination was also one of the important criteria for measuring changes in student grades.

The gathering place for S-rank students was in a large lounge within a building in the central part of the academy.

The moment Qin Chi arrived and entered after identity verification, many gazes converged on him.

The eyes of each S-rank student were quite solemn.

Within Martial Abyss, sparring was commonplace, and S-rank students often sparred with each other, but in this current batch, there was one special individual.

After the start of the academic year, he had never participated in these.

Qin Chi.

As a unique individual who had broken into the Congenital Realm before the start of the academic year, after undergoing transformation, he was far ahead.

Sparring with people of similar strength and realm, or fighting against a genius of a higher realm, would be seeking abuse.

Moreover, Qin Chi himself would not agree to such meaningless battles.

Because of this, coupled with Qin Chi's frequent trips to the Great Wilderness, he appeared reclusive except for classes. Aside from a few familiar students, he was an exceptionally mysterious presence in the eyes of others.

This time, in the Star Dome Breaking Limit Cup, they would finally face him. He was undoubtedly one of everyone's most important opponents.

After entering the lounge, Qin Chi's gaze swept around.

At a glance, most of the S-rank students had already arrived. On the giant light screen at the front of the lounge, scenes from various arenas had already been captured.

"Qin Jin, over here."

Just then, a familiar voice called out.

Qin Jin followed the sound and quickly approached.

The lounge environment was excellent. Several familiar faces leaned on sofas, and various snacks and fruits were placed on the table in front.

"You finally showed up!"

Xie Wuhai was as lively as ever: "Qin Jin, I haven't seen you make a move in a long time. This time, I finally have a chance."

Hearing this, Qin Jin also sat down on the sofa and looked at the battles on the light screen: "Where are they fighting now?"

"F-rank is still ongoing."

Xie Wuhai replied: "However, the speed is very fast. In the early stages of martial arts, battles between two Martial Artists are rarely too protracted; a winner can often be decided quickly. At this rate, we might be on stage by this evening."

Beside him.

Han Miao and others' gazes also fell over. "Qin Chi."

Xie Wuhai lowered his voice a bit: "I've received some news these past few days that quite a few S-rank students from our batch have successfully advanced further, breaking through to the Congenital Realm."

"Now, you're finally not the only outstanding one."

"However, you know how it is."

"Since they've all entered the Congenital Realm, they'll definitely see you, the top student of this batch, as their target. This selection, I'm afraid, won't be too peaceful for you."

"It's fine."

Qin Jin's tone was calm. He picked up a fruit and tasted it, then looked at Xie Wuhai: "What about you?"

"So many people have advanced to the Congenital Realm. How is your progress?"

"Just a little bit more."

Xie Wuhai raised his hand, making a gesture: "Just this much left."

"What a pity."

Just as the two were conversing, beside them, Chi Wenwu's voice rang out.

He looked at the battle scenes on the light screen, shaking his head slightly: "I didn't expect the second and third-year selections not to be held at the academy. I originally thought I'd get to see some expert battles."

"It's good enough to get a spot."

Xie Wuhai said casually: "According to the rules of the Po Xian Cup, there's an opportunity to fight against higher-year students. Watching a battle is nowhere near as satisfying as participating yourself."

Just then.

The lounge door opened, and two figures walked in side by side.

An Shi, Ye Pingan.

Upon entering, Ye Pingan's gaze swept around, finally landing directly on Qin Jin, and he stepped closer.

Meeting everyone's gaze, he stopped about three or four meters away, his eyes fixed on Qin Jin, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Qin Jin, I have entered the Congenital Realm."

His eyes held undisguised fighting intent, his gaze burning: "In the Po Xian Cup selection, you can no longer refuse battle."

Qin Jin's expression remained unperturbed; he merely said softly: "Mm."

This calm attitude undoubtedly made Ye Pingan somewhat unable to accept it. Flames burned in his eyes, and he snorted coldly: "I hope you can still be this calm after the fight."

"Ye Pingan, don't be in such a hurry."

Just then, Xie Wuhai's voice rang out: "You still owe me a battle, how dare you talk about others refusing to fight?"

"Just wait, when it's our turn, I'll be the first to fight you."

Hearing the voice.

Ye Pingan turned his head, glanced at Xie Wuhai, said nothing, made no movement, and turned to walk with An Shi into the deeper part of the lounge.

"Oh no."

This scene made Xie Wuhai's eyebrows twitch violently: "Qin Jin, look, this guy learned from you."

"He actually ignored me directly!"

"Xie Wuhai."

To one side, Bai Huaiyu's voice sounded, with a hint of playfulness: "We in the Congenital Realm are like this; those who haven't broken through to the Congenital Realm really don't catch our eye."

"No worries."

Xie Wuhai sat down where he was: "Didn't I spend some time mapping recently? Although I couldn't directly break into the Congenital Realm, I did gain some other things."

"But you—"

He stared at Bai Huaiyu: "Everyone went to map together, how did you break through to the Congenital Realm? You weren't slacking off during the mission, were you?"

As the two conversed.

A faint mental force approached Qin Chi. Upon contact, a familiar voice sounded in his mind.

"Qin Jin."

"You seem—to be stronger."

It was Han Miao.

Qin Jin turned his head to look.

Han Miao sat quietly on the edge of the sofa, silent.

His heart stirred slightly.

"It seems that because of the last mission, this girl has also made significant progress in developing her talent."

Inside the light screen, the battles continued.

Starting from F-rank, gradually increasing.

As top students of the Corridor Star System, even an F-rank might be an outstanding individual from their hometown, but due to various factors like environment and resources, their performance in the school entrance exam wasn't as excellent.

Now.

Upon entering Martial Abyss, with ample resource support, their extraordinary qualities were unearthed, leading to a burst of accumulated potential and even surpassing others. As the eliminations continued, situations arose where lower-grade students defeated higher-grade students.

Undoubtedly, this was a reshuffling of student rankings.

Battling all the way.

Approaching evening.

With the end of the last battle in the arena, the initial period of elimination concluded.

The 37 individuals eliminated from F-rank to A-rank were confirmed.

Inside the lounge.

As Candle Kite appeared, a group of S-rank students followed her out of the lounge and ascended a platform. With a vibrating sound, the platform rose into mid-air and connected with another platform.

Looking around, on the platform, there were individual teleportation halos connecting to the arenas, blocked by barriers. The 37 individuals who had fought their way through the battles had eyes full of fighting intent, looking at the newly arrived S-rank students.

The two teams converged.

In front.

The leading Candle Kite's figure grew, instantly transforming back to normal human size.

Her gaze swept over, her voice serious.

"I am the referee for this selection."

"You seventy-four individuals will undergo the final academy selection for this Star Dome Breaking Limit Cup."

"The selection rules are very simple."

Data flashed in Candle Kite's eyes. Outside the platform, the elevated arenas descended, disappearing into an unknown location. At the same time, the connected teleportation halos on the platform also dimmed.

Finally.

Only ten arenas remained in mid-air.

It was evening, and the splendid sunset glow in the sky illuminated the arenas, making them quite beautiful.

Candle Kite's voice rang out: "This selection will adopt the arena master battle rules."

"The first to ascend the arena becomes the arena master."

"After a battle on the arena, the winner becomes the arena master. The loser can challenge other arenas. Both sides can receive treatment and adjust their condition."

"After one battle, neither side can fight again. When ascending the arena to challenge, one cannot refuse battle, nor can one intentionally prolong the battle."

"From now on, eight hours later, the ten arena masters on these ten arenas will represent the academy to participate in this Star Dome Breaking Limit Cup!"

The moment her voice fell.

Above this platform, a countdown appeared.

5, 2, 3... As the countdown continued, the barrier outside the teleportation light rapidly dimmed, preparing to open.

"Arena master battle, huh."

The thought flashed through his mind. Qin Jin didn't hesitate and stepped forward directly.

At the same time.

With the announcement of the rules, among the 74-person team, some rushed directly towards the teleportation halos connecting to the arenas, while others stood still, not in a hurry.

Qin Chi's speed was extremely fast.

The moment the countdown ended, he was already standing outside the teleportation halo. After glancing at the other figures following behind, he stepped into the halo.

The next moment, a sensation of teleportation came, and he had already ascended the arena.

Arena No. 1.

Within the academy, he had never intended to hide his strength. Since it was an arena master battle, he would go all out.

The moment he stood on the arena, information appeared in the light screen above the arena.

[Arena No. 1]

[Arena Master: Qin Chi (S-rank)]

At the same time.

On the other arenas, student figures also appeared one after another.

All ten arenas were occupied.

The teleportation halos dimmed.

Candle Kite's body rippled, appearing on the other side. With a light tap of her finger, new teleportation points appeared on the platform.

"After defeat, you will be automatically sent out from the arena and can proceed to the medical room from here."

"Now."

"This arena master battle officially begins!"

At this moment, high above the academy, with the sky as a canvas, the scenes of these ten arenas were being recorded.

The first-year students were closely watching from all corners of the academy.

At the same time, academy mentors were also following this selection through various means.

In an exchange on an unknown level.

Voices sounded.

"There are indeed quite a few excellent young people in this batch."

"I see that young man Qin Chi again. It's a pity Gu Huang got to him first. If only I had been more proactive back then."

"I haven't chosen my exclusive student yet, and I intend to use this opportunity to observe."

"Several dark horses have also emerged from the lower-grade students; they are worth paying attention to."

The exchange was conducted on a mental level, with a relaxed tone.

Judging by their words—

These were none other than the Celestial Mentors of Martial Abyss!

As Candle Kite announced the start, in the distance, the students who had not contended for the arena master position stepped closer.

Outside the teleportation halos, there were students who had intended to be arena masters but failed to secure a spot. As the battles began, they stepped directly into the halos.

The next moment, all ten arenas were simultaneously filled.

Qin Jin's gaze fell on his opponent.

The one who ascended Arena No. 1 was a woman, dressed in the academy's form-fitting combat uniform.

In the light screen above her, information rose.

[Challenger: Wen Qing (A-rank)]

"A-rank student."

Qin Chi's eyebrows raised slightly.

After ascending the arena, Wen Qing did not immediately make a move. Her gaze was on Qin Jin, with a hint of eagerness, and her voice sounded.

"Student Qin Jin."

"I heard you are the first Congenital Realm student in this batch."

"Please enlighten me."

She cupped her fists and performed a martial arts salute.

Qin Jin returned the gesture.

Perceiving her state with his Origin power, his brow furrowed slightly: "You haven't reached the Congenital Realm yet?"

"Not yet."

Wen Qing's tone was frank: "I'm still one step away from the Congenital Realm. I came to this arena to experience what it feels like to face a Congenital Realm Martial Artist."

"Such opportunities are rare."

"Please make your move."

As her words fell.

She stomped her right leg, and power suddenly erupted, charging directly towards Qin Jin.

Qin Chi's eyes lowered slightly.

He made no move, merely a flash of light in his eyes. Origin power surged, and his aura suddenly erupted.

With him as the center, a strong wind swirled on the arena. As Origin power, a combination of life energy and mental power, burst forth with his aura, a mental suppression also existed. Wen Qing, who was charging forward, paused, feeling an overwhelming pressure from all directions. Her body abruptly stopped, fixed in place.

"Retreat."

Qin Jin's tone was calm: "Without entering the Congenital Realm, you don't even have the qualifications to approach me."

As he spoke.

Under the pressure of his aura, Wen Qing's body retreated rather than advanced, continuously stepping backward.

"After breaking into the Congenital Realm, there's such a huge improvement?!"

Shock flashed in her eyes. Wen Qing's power re-condensed as she tried to break through.

All her efforts, however, were futile.

Finding it fruitless, she forced herself to perform another martial arts salute.

"Student Qin Jin, thank you for showing mercy."

With these words, as she conceded defeat, her figure directly vanished from the arena.

Qin Jin's gaze shifted.

Looking around, battles had also begun on the other arenas.

"Directly choosing to become this arena master does bring some trouble."

"Any kind of opponent might be encountered."

"Since that's the case—"

The thought flashed, and Qin Jin's gaze turned towards the platform.

At this moment.

Outside the teleportation halos of all ten arenas, figures were gathered, preparing to enter the arena to challenge.

At a glance, there were quite a few figures outside the halo of Arena No. 1.

There were S-rank students he had seen, and also lower-grade students selected in this round to participate in this final arena battle.

He.

Perhaps for reasons similar to Wen Qing, had instead become a popular target.