Cosmic-Level Demon God
Chapter 245 - 163: The Top 100 Competition Officially Begins, Opponents with Over a Billion Combat Strength!

Chapter 245: Chapter 163: The Top 100 Competition Officially Begins, Opponents with Over a Billion Combat Strength!

Yuan Chen’s appearance made the numerous contestants gathered on the spacious lawn feel a tangible, heavy pressure.

Behind him was a helicopter taking off, its rotor blades spinning rapidly, creating a strong wind pressure that sent grass debris flying and clothes fluttering.

But this top contender for the championship stood tall and unmoving, his surging life force radiating like flames, distorting the surrounding space.

"Yuan Chen... If I remember correctly, he already graduated from Qiguang Heng University, how is he still able to compete! This seems like fish in the barrel!"

From the crowd, several voices of doubt emerged.

His life force, exuding from inside out, represented that Yuan Chen’s "seed" had been nurtured to its peak, almost crystallizing.

Just one more step and he would become a Specialized Level Martial Artist, and could even claim a title.

Such a high-level newcomer shouldn’t have been allowed into the pool of the Top 100 Tournament.

"He qualifies by age, just barely, hasn’t violated the rules. However, the Martial Arts Association has changed the rules this time, allocating based on life force levels, so Yuan Chen is likely to enter directly into the core zone of the Great Rift Valley."

Someone who was well-informed explained proactively.

"The Martial Arts Association is finally being reasonable. The wilderness trials are inherently dangerous, adding a ferocious newcomer surpasses common sense, we cannon fodder can directly forfeit."

Someone secretly sighed in relief; the rewards for the top three positions in the Top 100 Tournament were the richest, but the difficulty also steeply increased.

Many contestants participated actively, not aiming to win the championship, but to achieve a standout placement to add points for their college entrance exams.

Competitions led by institutional units of such high specifications usually used extra points in college entrance exams as foundational rewards, enticing elite students from various schools to eagerly sign up.

"By the way, have you seen the heir of Nanhuang Daoist School?"

Suddenly, someone asked.

Like a pebble creating ripples in a pool, heads turned, eyes searched, people exchanged glances.

"You also took the assignment?"

"How could I pass up free benefits?"

"The Yin family acted generously; just stop the heir of Nanhuang Daoist School and you’re given cultivation resources. If you cause injury or eliminate them, you directly earn a contract over 1.5 billion..."

They whispered among themselves, shifting their attention from Yuan Chen to Qin Shi as they began searching.

"That brat named Qin stole my spotlight. Considering the 1.7 billion, I’ll let it slide."

Yuan Chen believed his stance with hands in pockets was impressively cool enough for these mediocre folks to adore, but now everyone seemed more concerned about the heir of Nanhuang Daoist School.

Gazes intersected, converged, and transmitted, resembling a flowing stream reaching the sea, finally landing on the tall figure clad in a long windbreaker and holding a military knife with a black scabbard and red handle.

"Inspection Department’s Grade Three Bulletproof Vest, the inner lining is Anti-stabbing Suit. This guy holds a certificate, not a low-tier one."

Someone with sharp eyes could tell Qin Shi’s outfit was fully geared up.

"What about the knife? Could it be crafted from high-grade alloy materials? A Dead Iron Tactical Straight Knife used by the legions?"

Someone inquisitively asked, assessing the heir of Nanhuang Daoist School targeted by the Yin family’s bounty in the Top 100 Tournament.

"Doesn’t seem like it. The Yin family’s money seems fairly easy to earn."

After scrutinizing, someone felt Qin Shi appeared harmless, not much of a threat.

"The tournament hasn’t started yet, and already more than half of the contestants have become my enemies."

Facing varied gazes filled with scrutiny, some even harboring ill intent, Qin Shi remained exceptionally calm.

He had already learned via the "Killed Yet?" app that the Yin family had released a "bounty," gathering a large group of Top 100 Tournament contestants through money-spraying tactics.

In such straightforward cash-splashing actions, Nanhuang Daoist School maintained silence, despite Third Senior Sister Yu Weiwei, Fourth Senior Brother Nie Zongwen, and reportedly wealthy Eighth Senior Sister Jian Yuzhu all wanting to oppose the Yin family, they were stopped by Qin Shi.

Such actions were meaningless; for Dongxia’s highest tier, the wealth equivalent to the "Nine Surnames" was nearly a blank check that could be filled at will.

Draining Nanhuang Daoist School’s assets just for a fairer Top 100 Tournament was somewhat unwise.

Before departing, he met with Old Zhang, who appreciated this move; true strength requires the courage and bravery to break through everything.

"So, this person is the last true inheritor of Nanhuang Daoist School?"

Standing alone at the forefront, Yuan Chen also observed the conspicuous Qin Shi in the crowd.

"Physique, vitality, spirit... surpass these mediocre folks entirely. Though we haven’t clashed yet, from the overall quality, he appears to be a ten-billion-worthy formidable opponent!"

He couldn’t help but feel anticipation, scanning the entire Central City, talents at the ten-billion level were rare.

"Besides Qin Shi, other true inheritors from Nanhuang Daoist School include Ji Yuqi from Qiguang Heng University, Pei Han, nearly at this level."

Yuan Chen’s lips curled; in the martial arts path, who wouldn’t hope for equally matched rivals as grinding stones to forge and enhance oneself.

Facing the splendid path to the heavens lit with bright prospects, walking alone brings not just loneliness but also lacks motivation.

But with a group of pursuers, fellow competitors, striving together, it drives one to advance, vying for the top.

"All contestants, please be quiet."

A black-faced man dressed in a combat uniform stood like a tower, his voice resonant and thunderous, shaking the crowd’s eardrums.

Judging from his powerful speech alone, it was clear this man was a Specialized Level Martial Artist.

"Using Ghost Cry Rift situated two hundred miles away as the battlefield, we have divided it into three zones: outer, middle, core. Within the next two hours, you will be deployed to different zones.