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Chapter 115: Breaking Through the Defense
Chapter 115: Breaking Through the Defense (Monthly Vote Request)
Martial Dao Calendar 2046, January 7, Sunday.
According to unified regulations across major academies, all Senior Year graduating students received four hours of rest.
7:00 PM.
In the top-floor office of Crimson Vault Martial Arts Pavilion, Yue Feng leaned back in his smart chair wearing his martial arts uniform, watching holographic reports with a sigh.
"The world’s growing more unstable by the day. Disaster Beasts have intensified attacks in recent years."
"Another Western nation fell—three surviving Eighth-Stage Martial Artists sacrificed themselves protecting civilians."
"High-stage fighters were nearly wiped out. Entire populations annihilated."
"The survivors fled to neighboring countries."
"Decades ago there were 195 nations. Now? Only 86 remain—no, 83."
"We’re luckiest to be born in Xia Kingdom, home to Blue Planet’s strongest martial arts power."
"Citizens aren’t conscripted as cannon fodder."
"Students still compete freely in the Genius Championship!"
Sun Manager chuckled from their sofa. "Half an hour until start. How many nationwide entrants now?"
Sun Manager projected a green-lit screen brimming with data.
"1,548 Moon Rank qualifiers so far!"
Yue Feng nodded. "That’s a surge—over 300 more than last cycle."
"This event will finally draw out hidden talents."
"Without incentives, prodigies won’t risk rankings."
Watching the numbers, Lin Qi’s face flickered in his mind. Curious—how far would this boy advance?
7:50 PM.
The Crimson Vault Martial Arts Pavilion hall buzzed with crowds.
"Brother Qi!" From a corner, Lü Xiang, Wu Feng, Qiu Siying, Guo Heng, and others waved.
"Ready?" Lin Qi greeted.
"Born ready! At least Top 100 this time!" Jiang Tao grinned.
Guo Heng added, "My goal’s the Top 64."
"What about you?"
"Higher’s better", Lin Qi smiled. No need to reveal his sights on the 16th-round prize.
Jiang Tao nodded. "Three brutal rounds tonight—eliminating two-thirds. Gotta give our all!"
"Log in then!" Lin Qi urged.
As the group dispersed, Guo Heng frowned. Once he’d been their leader. Now Lin Qi commanded effortless respect. Strange how dynamics shifted.
Entering their Neural Pods, all five vanished into Scarlet Realm.
Meanwhile, over 1,500 Xia Kingdom prodigies logged in, electrifying the virtual world.
[Welcome, Yang Jian!]
Lin Qi materialized at Scarlet Realm’s personal hub.
[Yang Jian, Moon Rank entrant. Register for Genius Championship?]
He tapped Confirm without hesitation.
[Yang Jian registered for "Genius Championship".]
[Championship Rules: 1. All Vital Energy Stats standardized at 10.]
[2. Victories require confirmed opponent eliminations.]
Skimming the rules—similar to Crimson Realm Arena, save tonight’s three-round intensity. He waited.
Minutes later—
[Genius Championship commencing!]
[Countdown: 3...2...1...]
[Begin!]
Lin Qi vanished. Two crimson beams slammed into an empty arena, materializing combatants.
Yu Jing emerged wielding his Silver Long Spear, blue combat suit gleaming.
"Time to storm the Top 100!" he muttered. "First-round opponents are weaklings. Waste no time."
His gaze locked onto the figure before him—familiar black suit, mask, Black Long Spear.
His breath hitched.
"Yang Jian?!"
Shock turned to grim resolve. "I’ve improved! I’ll win!"
[Opponent: Swift Hawk]
[Scarlet List Rank: 258]
Lin Qi arched a brow. Yu Jing again? First-round match? Poor luck.
[Genius Championship Round 1 preparing!]
[Countdown: 3...2...1...]
[Begin!]
The AI voice crackled. Combat initiated.
Air thickened with killing intent.
"Die!" Yu Jing lunged, spear cleaving like a diving hawk—Mountain-Shattering Spear Method.
Lin Qi smirked. "Thinks his new moves will counter my Dripping Water Spear Art? Naive!"
Black Long Spear erupted with tiger-like ferocity. Spinal power channeled through limbs—Mountain-Shattering unleashed.
Clashing mid-range.
Yu Jing parried, spear rising to meet the descending strike.
"Kuh!" The impact numbed his arms. Lin Qi’s spear drove him backward, relentless.
Crushing blows rained—cleaves, thrusts, smashes. Mountain-Shattering’s brutality peaked.
"Gotcha", Lin Qi rasped through his mask, mockery dripping.
Yu Jing’s throat pierced, blood spattering. He dissolved, disbelief frozen on his face.
(End of Chapter)
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