Supreme of the Heavenly Realm
Chapter 622 - 616: Points Race

Chapter 622: Chapter 616: Points Race

Ye Xuan’s battle had passed, and the challenge matches were still ongoing. Although there had been frequent occurrences where seed players were defeated, these instances were after all in the minority, with most seed players still possessing formidable strength that the average person couldn’t shake.

After defeating Mu Huang, Ye Xuan was regarded as a major dark horse, and in the subsequent battles, he no longer faced any challenges. After all, Ye Xuan’s strength was unquestionable, and Mu Huang, who bore the Ancient Demon Bloodline, had already served as a warning to others. Unless someone was confident they could defeat Mu Huang, no one would step forward to challenge.

Moreover, even if one believed themselves to be strong, there was no need to choose such a strong opponent during this stage of challenges, as there was no benefit to it.

The main goal right now was to secure a spot. After obtaining a spot, there would be plenty of time to think about challenging others and making a name for oneself.

To Ye Xuan’s slight surprise, Lin Wan also successfully challenged and became one of the seed players.

The first round of challenges lasted a very long time. Xue Lingzi and Fei Yue both faced challenges. Xue Lingzi’s strength set Ye Xuan’s mind at ease, but Fei Yue was different. If not for Ye Xuan’s guidance, she might have lost twice.

After that, the number of challenges decreased. After all, with so many seed players, not everyone could focus on challenging just one person.

But even so, Fei Yue couldn’t hold on until the end and was defeated by a young master from the Black Sand Domain.

"Damn, just a little bit more."

Fei Yue looked somewhat dejected.

"It’s alright, consider it a practice bout, Sister. You did your best."

Ye Xuan shook his head. This place was a gathering of top talents from the Eight Great Spirit Domains. In Yunlan Domain, Fei Yue might have been a tyrant, but here, the competition was simply too intense. Failure was common.

"That’s easy for you to say, but I still can’t help feeling a little unwilling."

Fei Yue could only accept her fate. The opportunity of the Continent’s Son’s trial was so tantalizing. How could one easily be content with missing out on such a chance to improve oneself?

The challenge match finally concluded when the sun was about to set.

Everyone had used up their opportunities, and the one hundred spots were all occupied.

"Brother Ye, congratulations."

Ximen Ying congratulated Ye Xuan.

"Congratulations to you too."

Ye Xuan smiled back. Ximen Ying had also maintained his status as a seed player and successfully entered into the trial.

Only the Great Wilderness Sect suffered a complete loss, with both Mu Huang and Ximen Ying losing their qualification for the trial, becoming the most tragic side.

However, no one sympathized with their downfall. Such consequences were purely self-inflicted. If Mu Huang hadn’t provoked Ye Xuan, it was possible that the latter wouldn’t have chosen him. It’s like the saying goes: "You reap what you sow."

"Excellent, the battles of the young elites have truly been an eye-opener for Yu. Now, the one hundred contenders for the Continent’s Son trial have been decided. Next, you will participate in a point-scoring match. The points each of you earn in this scoring match will become your initial points in the trial."

"I can tell you clearly that the initial points you win in these preliminary matches will have a significant impact on your trials. Without points, even within the trial, progress will be difficult."

Yu’s words fell, causing the expressions of those who advanced to become grave.

They had only obtained their entry tickets to the trial. It seemed that if they wanted to have an advantage, they had to focus on earning points.

These points must be quite important.

"Next, you one hundred will be divided into ten groups, and each group will compete. The top scorer of each group enters the top ten, and the remaining points earned in this scoring match will be recorded for you specifically," Yu’s voice rang out once again.

"Win one match, earn one hundred points; lose one match, earn zero points. The top ten will receive an additional thousand points, and the first three places will receive three thousand, two thousand, and fifteen hundred points respectively."

The faces of the many competitors all turned serious. To earn more points, they would have to keep winning, defeating their opponents.

What excited everyone even more was the extra thousand points for the top ten. There was no doubt that this was a huge attraction. Even if one won all the matches in the scoring match, that would only be nine hundred points, but making it into the top ten would instantly grant one a thousand points.

This was clearly an encouragement to vie for the top ten spots, especially the point rewards for first place, which were even more tempting.

Although no one knew exactly what use points had, Yu had already said that points would play a significant role in the trial. Without points, one would surely struggle to advance.

"The drawing of lots begins now."

Yu sat like a queen on the high platform, then waved her hand, signaling the start of the second round of the competition.

Ye Xuan stepped forward to draw lots and saw that he was in group eight, number nine.

"I’m in group three."

"I’m in group six."

"Group ten."

Xue Lingzi, Ximen Ying, and Lin Wan each looked at their numbers and heaved a sigh of relief. They weren’t in the same group, which would avoid internecine conflict, mainly because they weren’t in the same group as Ye Xuan.

"With this way of drawing lots, isn’t there a high chance of grouping strong competitors together, causing an imbalance in the strength of groups?" Xue Lingzi revealed a thoughtful expression.

"I don’t think that will happen."

Ye Xuan shook his head, glancing at Yu, who was seated on the fishing platform. "That woman probably already used means to distribute those people across groups. She won’t let them end up in one group. For a Martial Saint Strong Person, it’s not too difficult to use a bit of manipulation to influence our drawing of lots."

"That does make sense."

Xue Lingzi nodded. If that was the case, it would indeed solve the problem. However, with this arrangement, perhaps the difficulty of each group would be more or less the same, as those supreme geniuses from the Martial Saint Candidate List should have been distributed to different groups.

"I think I got grouped with the Fire God Crown Prince."

Ximen Ying made a bitter face. In the six groups, he saw a tyrannical figure radiating scorching waves, unmistakably the Fire God Crown Prince, Qin Wuyan, the top-ranked individual on the Martial Saint Candidate List.

"I’m in the same group as Duanmu Yu, which isn’t much better."

Lin Wan shook her head, clearly not happy with being drawn into group ten.

"In our group, it’s the Wuyan Swordsman taking the lead."

Xue Lingzi also looked at the situation of group three, where the Wuyan Swordsman was similarly a presence on the Martial Saint Candidate List, ranked eighth.

The top three ranked individuals were Fire God Crown Prince Qin Wuyan, Bu Qianfan, and Duanmu Yu. Apart from them, there were seven others, making up the ten individuals on the Martial Saint Candidate List.

"How about you, Ye Xuan?"

Lin Wan turned to look at Ye Xuan.

"The Swordsman of Stars, Luo Zhen."

Ye Xuan glanced over and saw the leader of group eight.

"It’s tough no matter which group one is in. Let’s all do our best and try to score as many points as possible," said Ximen Ying to everyone. Since each group had a formidable contender from the Martial Saint Candidate List, hoping to break into the top ten was out of the question. All one could aim for was to win more bouts and garner more points.

Of course, he was not including Ye Xuan in this. In Ximen Ying’s view, even if the opponent was the renowned Swordsman of Stars, it did not mean Ye Xuan was without a chance of victory.

"Let’s all work hard together."

Ye Xuan cupped his hands towards everyone, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. The preliminaries were becoming more and more interesting by the minute.

It was just uncertain how much weigh the Martial Saint Candidate List really held.

After the drawing of lots ended, the next round of battles quickly began. Ye Xuan was swiftly confronted with his first bout.

His opponent was a young expert from the White Dragon Domain, named Yan Sen, whose strength was also quite formidable. Though Ye Xuan had demonstrated an overpowering performance previously, anyone who had made it into the top hundred were no mediocre individuals. Without any exchange of blows, no one would concede defeat upfront, and Ye Xuan was not one of the absolute top experts on the Martial Saint Candidate List.

"Please enlighten me."

Yan Sen did not dare to underestimate Ye Xuan; he prepared himself to fight with all his might.

"Please."

Ye Xuan responded casually, with a nonchalant cupped-hand salute, not seeming to take the confrontation seriously.

Seeing this, Yan Sen’s expression darkened slightly. Ye Xuan was taking him too lightly. He had shown ample seriousness, but Ye Xuan’s attitude indicated that he did not regard him at all.

"Heavenly Ghost Slaughter Hand!"

Angered, Yan Sen subconsciously launched an extremely fierce Hand Seal.

As the Hand Seal exploded forth, a ghastly ghost face emerged, emanating a sinister black halo. The halo quivered, sending out strange shockwaves in all directions, aggressively sweeping towards Ye Xuan.

"Split!"

The ghostly palm looked indestructible, but Ye Xuan’s sword was truly unyielding; he struck horizontally with what appeared to be a simple cut, yet the force was exceptionally impressive.

Pfft!

The ghost claw’s five fingers were sheared off, all severed by a single strike.

"What?"

Yan Sen was greatly surprised. He lashed out with another ghost claw, this time with a force amplified by the howls of ghosts and the howling of demons, markedly more powerful.

Pfft!

Yet, the ghost claw was once again sliced apart by the sword. Ye Xuan, wielding the Dragon Abyss Ancient Sword, flickered swiftly to Yan Sen’s front and slashed with his blade.

"Ghost Armor!"

Yan Sen hurriedly encircled himself with a layer of robust Protective True Essence that took the form of an armory suit. This Protective True Essence was condensed from compressed True Yuan; anything that touched it would be repelled by the explosive force on its surface, preventing any close contact. He was confident that it could fend off any of Ye Xuan’s attacks.

However, he had overestimated his own defense. His Ghost Armor lasted only a moment before being ruptured by Ye Xuan’s blade. By the time he realized what had happened, Ye Xuan’s sword had already touched the juncture of his throat. A gentle flick would be all that was needed to draw blood and seal the throat.

"I’ve lost!"

Yan Sen took a deep breath, his eyes filled with a touch of shock.

This was the gap in strength; only now did he understand that Ye Xuan was not looking down on him, but rather the disparity in their abilities was truly not at the same level.

And unmistakably, Ye Xuan was not yet fighting at full strength.