In the blink of an eye, another three days had passed. Ge Song and the others had all signed up for the competition.
Zhang Xing's name appeared directly on the middle arena.
This was all arranged by Xiu Wujian because everyone knew that he was the one who sent the invitation to Zhang Xing first.
Now, Xiu Wujian was in an awkward situation.
Therefore, he had to challenge Zhang Xing in the first battle.
The rules of the Genius Tournament were very simple. There was no drawing of lots, only challenges.
If you felt that you had the strength to defeat someone, you could challenge that person.
The basic principle was to stop when it was appropriate and to have a friendly spar.
However, no one would follow this principle.
Life and death was the most important principle of the tournament.
The sun was high in the sky, and there was a hubbub of voices. All the participating geniuses had arrived, and there was not a single empty seat in the audience.
Surprisingly, no one went up on the left and right arenas.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the middle ring.
A person sat quietly in the middle of the arena, holding a blood-colored sword in his arms.
This person was Xiu Wujian of the Shura Sect, ranked 10th on the Genius Roll.
A gentle breeze caressed Xiu Wujian's long hair. There was no expression on his angular and resolute face. He looked like a sharp stone.
At this moment, his heart was quite heavy because the news that Zhang Xing had killed Yellow Python and the other two was too unexpected.
This accident was like a curse, making him feel uneasy for the past few days.
Originally, he did not take Zhang Xing seriously and only wanted to humiliate him, the youngest Human King, as well as have some fun for the Genius Tournament.
But now, he was a little panicked. He was afraid of failure.
The 10th place on the Genius Roll was too glorious, and he was afraid of losing it.
Although he usually acted as if he did not care about fame and only focused on cultivating the Great Dao, when it came to it, it was impossible for him to not care.
As the saying went, a barefooted person was not afraid of wearing shoes. He was the one wearing shoes. Zhang Xing was barefooted, so it did not matter if he won or lost.
However, he could not because after this tournament, Senior Brother Wuxiang would go to the Fifth Heaven to seek the Dao.
He was the only successor of the sect and was about to take over the position of Sect Master. He was also the successor of the Shura King.
He … could not afford to lose!
"Do you think Xiu Wujian is a match for Zhang Xing?"
Although this question had been discussed countless times, someone still couldn't help but ask at this time.
The speaker was a genius from another first-rate sect of the Devil Race.
"It's hard to say … Let's see if Xiu Wujian has improved by leaps and bounds in these three years."
After one of the sky-prides answered, he shut his mouth and remained silent.
After a while, there was a sudden commotion outside the arena.
"Zhang Xing is here!"
Whoosh!
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the group of 100 people.
A black-robed young man with long hair covering his face casually strolled in.
At this moment, all eyes were on him. It was as if the entire Tournament of Heaven's Favorites was prepared for him.
Even if Zhang Xing lost, he would probably have the biggest picture.
Zhang Xing was calm and collected, but Ge Song and the others were as awesome as lightning.
Their chins were almost touching the top of their heads.
This feeling was simply too good.
They finally knew that as a celebrity, one's state of mind would change. There was no such thing as the most, only more.
At the back of the group, Princess Huarong still had a frosty and arrogant posture. She was wearing a bright dress, which made her look even more noble and elegant.
But at this moment, no one was paying attention to her.
Her inappropriate words and actions had attracted the disdain of many sky-prides.
Countless people below the level of sky-prides had already begun to condemn her.
If there were ten billion people who knew about Princess Huarong's heartless words, then there were eight billion people who were scolding and mocking her behind her back.
It could be said that the positive image she had created in the past was almost torn to pieces by her own actions.
These days, Zhang Xing didn't even look at her. He treated her as if she didn't exist.
This attitude was even more unacceptable than scolding her ten thousand times.
She already hated Zhang Xing to the core.
She could have acted alone and left Zhang Xing's group, but she felt that she should have a part of Zhang Xing's halo.
If not for the farmer's ancestor appreciating him, who would know who he was!
So, Princess Huarong walked at the back of the group with a clear conscience to show that she was different from the rest.
But in Zhang Xing's eyes, she was just a joke, and there was no need to pay attention to her.
"The person who challenged Xiu Wujian is this generation's king of the human race, Zhang Xing.
Now, I will announce the rules of the competition … "
"Damn!
Can you stop making things up? It's clearly Xiu Wujian challenging Zhang Xing, how did it become Zhang Xing challenging Xiu Wujian? "
"Yeah, isn't it just a challenge? Why do you have to make yourself look so great?"
Ge Song and the rest were immediately dissatisfied and started to make a ruckus.
Xiu Wujian frowned and looked at the sect elder who was hosting the competition with dissatisfaction.
This elder usually liked to bite on words, but now he was playing word games. What was the use of that!
Zhang Xing casually raised his index finger and gestured behind him.
Ge Song and the others immediately shut their mouths and listened attentively, as if they weren't the ones who were cursing just now.
"The rules of the competition don't allow the use of Divine Weapons that exceed the participant's strength …"
"What bullsh * t rules!"
As soon as the elder finished speaking, Ge Song and the rest started to make a ruckus again.
Not only that, but even the other prodigies and the audience started to whisper.
"Why haven't I heard of such a rule?"
"Yeah, there wasn't such a rule in the past!"
"I think it's targeting … Zhang Xing."
“.....”
Zhang Xing had a super Heaven Piercing Halberd, this was something that many people knew.
However, ever since Zhang Xing used the Heaven Piercing Halberd to kill the yellow python, the Shura Sect people started to analyze the halberd.
In the end, they came to a conclusion. The golden dragon artifact spirit inside the halberd was extraordinary, and it was very likely that it could unleash an attack that was comparable to the peak of the fifth level of the Divine Realm.
Although they didn't know how long Zhang Xing could last, Xiu Wujian would lose his life after that attack.
That was why there was such a rule.
This rule was strongly supported by the upper echelons of the Devil Sect.
With Zhang Xing's arrogance, he probably wouldn't stand out to oppose it.
As expected, many pairs of eyes saw that Zhang Xing's face was very calm, and there was no abnormal reaction at all.
As for the others, no matter how fiercely they shouted, it was useless.
"Silence!
Silence! "
The hosting elder's cold voice sounded.
The corner of his mouth curled up slightly. 'So what if Zhang Xing is so powerful? You're still doing things according to our rules!
Without a Divine Weapon, how long can you be arrogant for? '
Next, the hosting elder read out more than ten rules, and then announced the start of the competition.
Xiu Wujian slowly stood up, and the blood-red sword in his arms trembled.
With a clear clang, it let out a crisp sound.
Then, with a flash of blood-red light, a red demonic sword floated in the air.
"Zhang Xing, come and fight!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire sky changed.
The clear sky was replaced by a demonic blood-red color.
A huge blood-red sun with a long tail was descending at an extremely fast speed.