People are in high martial arts, the system lives in fantasy

The lights of the Yujing Weiyang Martial Arts Arena illuminated the entire night sky as if it were daytime.

Su Bei stood in front of the hotel's floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the brightly lit martial arts arena in the distance, her fingertips lightly tapping the windowsill.

The terminal suddenly vibrated, and a message from Yuan Suan popped up on the screen: "Brother Bei, they've released a new press release overseas, and this time they've included your name."

Su Bei clicked the link, which led to a report from a Japanese media outlet titled "Number One on the Prodigy Ranking? The Last Fig Leaf for the Chinese Alliance." The article was extremely sarcastic, claiming that Su Bei's reluctance to take the stage was due to fear of the strength of overseas contestants, and even implying that the selection process for the Prodigy Ranking was flawed.

"Interesting." Su Bei's lips curled slightly as he closed the terminal. The more intense these comments are, the more exciting the twist will be later.

Who says things are bad overseas?

This overseas is wonderful!
There was a knock on the door behind him, and Cheng Shanhe's voice came through the door: "Brother Bei, it's time to go."

Weiyang Martial Arts Arena.

Questioning Platform Branch Venue.

Today is the last day of the Artistic Conception Competition, and Su Bei is also taking the stage today.

It's worth mentioning that Su Bei has already participated in the Mountain Moving Competition, and he made a simple appearance with only average results. However, this is just wishful thinking on Su Bei's part. In reality, the power he unleashed with the strength of a third-tier martial artist is something that many fourth-tier martial artists can only dream of.

His ranking was only 11th, behind those fifth-tier martial artists.

However, Su Bei was only interested in participating and didn't care too much about it.

Cheng Shanhe, on the other hand, had essentially secured the championship of the Mountain Moving Tournament with his first move.

One by one, the contestants went on stage.

The platform for seeking the Dao stirred up fluctuations in the energy of heaven and earth, transforming into various colors, occasionally eliciting hushed gasps of surprise from the crowd both on and off the platform.

Guided by a mysterious force, the attention surrounding the Art of Composition Competition has only increased over the past two days, and the attention on Su Bei has remained undiminished due to his self-deprecating press release.

Yes, many of the articles online that smear northern Jiangsu were bought by him.

It was originally just a casual move, but he didn't expect the overseas players to be so powerful. Later on, he didn't even need to make any moves himself. Every day when he woke up, people would criticize him, mostly saying things like he was unworthy of his position.

Of course, it's impossible to criticize only Su Bei; netizens treat everyone equally.

However, this matter has both advantages and disadvantages. If Subei performs poorly, then these negative articles will become solid evidence. But if they are successfully taken down, these articles will become a continuous stream of praise.

The relevant events in "Famous Throughout the World" would satisfy the requirements.

at last.

Several more people completed the task ahead of them.

"Next up, Su Bei from Zhenwu University."

The announcement echoed through the silent hall like a pebble thrown into a calm lake. A commotion immediately broke out in the audience, and countless eyes turned towards the contestants' entrance.

Su Bei walked out slowly, his black training uniform fluttering slightly in the energy field. His steps were unhurried, yet carried a peculiar rhythm, as if resonating with the energy fluctuations of the entire martial arts arena.

"They're finally here!" a spectator in the stands couldn't help but whisper.

In the overseas players' section, Holman sat with his legs crossed, a disdainful sneer on his face: "Pretending."

Sensing Su Bei's approach, the Dao patterns surrounding the Dao Platform spontaneously glowed with a faint cyan light. On the judges' panel, Bai Yutang suddenly opened his half-closed eyes, his fingers unconsciously stroking his sword sheath.

"This kid," Old Man Bai muttered under his breath, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

Su Bei stood still in the center of the platform and slowly closed his eyes. Unlike the other contestants, he did not adopt any starting stance; he simply stood quietly, like an ancient pine tree rooted for thousands of years.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.
The whispers in the room gradually grew louder.

What is he doing?

"Could it be stage fright?"

"This is the number one spot on the Prodigy Ranking?"

A sneer rippled through the overseas players' section. Holman turned to his teammate and said, "See? I told you the martial artists from the Chinese Alliance are all—"

His words stopped abruptly.

Because at that very moment, Su Bei opened his eyes.

What kind of eyes were those? A storm seemed to be brewing deep within the dark pupils, and the air trembled wherever the gaze fell.

Suddenly, the Dao patterns on the Dao Inquiry Platform erupted with a dazzling azure light, as if the entire platform had been activated. Countless ancient runes rose from the ground, intertwining into complex patterns in mid-air. These runes were unlike any those triggered by any previous contestant; they were not static but constantly flowing and recombining, as if telling some ancient truth.

The noise in the audience completely disappeared, and everyone held their breath, watching this unprecedented scene intently.

Su Bei slowly raised his right hand, his fingertips lightly touching the air.

"boom--"

A cyan tornado appeared without warning above the Asking Platform, nearly a hundred meters in diameter, reaching to the heavens and the earth. But this was only the beginning—within the tornado, countless tiny wind blades could be vaguely seen spinning at high speed, each blade shimmering with the light of ancient runes.

On the platform, Su Bei's gestures suddenly changed. The azure tornado abruptly split into nine smaller whirlwinds, arranged in a 3x3 grid above the platform. Each whirlwind presented a different form—some were as sharp as swords, some as agile as dragons, and some as heavy as mountains.

The hurricane continues relentlessly.

expand!

expand!

The entire training ground was shrouded in a storm, as if a natural disaster had struck the earth.

Such a display of power hardly needs any energy fluctuation testing; the difference between them and the previous contestants is clearly visible to the naked eye!

The most impressive previous attack only produced a tangible form about twenty meters in size. This kind of coverage over a range of several hundred meters is truly akin to a dimensional reduction attack.

But the storm has only just begun.

The dark vortex surrounding the Inquiry Platform had barely formed when it was torn to shreds by the nine whirlwinds. The dark energy that was supposed to test the inner demons of martial artists proved as fragile as paper before the storm's intent.

Nine azure whirlwinds swirled and intertwined like living creatures, each containing a distinct and unique storm essence. Su Bei stood at the eye of the storm, his robes fluttering in the wind, yet not a single strand of his hair was stirred—a testament to his masterful control over the atmosphere.

On the judges' panel, Mr. Bai Lu's white beard fluttered without wind, and his cloudy eyes suddenly shone with a sharp light: "Nine transformations! This is a demonstration of pushing a concept to its ultimate expression!"

As a leading expert in the study of artistic conception, he knew all too well what this meant—it was already rare for an ordinary martial artist to master a single artistic conception, but Su Bei actually displayed nine completely different characteristics simultaneously within the Storm Artistic Conception!
A deathly silence fell over the overseas players' section. Holman's blond hair was tousled by the aftershocks of the storm, and his earlier arrogance was now frozen on his face. He mechanically turned to his teammate: "Test his energy level."

The dark-skinned man trembled as he raised the prism, but the data on the mirror fluctuated wildly—"Exceeding the measurement range!"

The strange changes at the Asking Platform continue.

The shattered black mist of inner demons did not dissipate; instead, it was swept up by the nine whirlwinds and reformed. Before everyone's horrified eyes, the dark mist transformed into a lifelike black dragon, entwining and dancing with the azure whirlwinds!

"The inner demon manifests!" Bai Yutang's sword suddenly drew three inches from its sheath on its own, its cry like a dragon's roar. "This kid has refined the inner demon of the Inquiry Platform into a part of his own artistic conception!"

Su Bei suddenly opened her eyes, a smile of unexpected joy appearing in her pupils.

"I experience this kind of inner demon every day."

The aura that Jin Wufeng had created was still lingering between his eyebrows. It was equivalent to the lifelong learning of a master marksman of the God of War level. Anyone who faced it would feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy. The violent and bloodthirsty intent within it was far beyond what the childish art of the Asking Platform could compare to.

He made a grasping motion with his right hand, and the nine whirlwinds and the black dragon collapsed simultaneously, condensing into a three-meter-long spear in his palm. The spear was as transparent as crystal, and within it, miniature storms could be seen swirling ceaselessly.

"storm."

With a soft whisper, the spear tip pointed diagonally towards the sky. A towering tornado erupted, instantly piercing the energy barrier of the martial arts arena's dome and soaring into the clouds!
Above Yujing, the clouds were violently torn apart, creating a vortex a kilometer in diameter. Sunlight poured down through the vortex, casting a dazzling beam of light onto the platform, gilding Su Bei's figure with a golden edge.

With the blessing of the Asking Platform, Su Bei's performance at this moment completely exceeded the constraints of his rank!

All of this was broadcast live by drones.

At that moment, the 300,000 audience members fell silent.

In a corner of the audience, Bai Yuanyuan's face was flushed red. Her live stream chat was flooded with comments.

What the hell did I just see?!

Is this something a fourth-tier martial artist could pull off?

[Number one on the Prodigy Ranking? This is the only one on the Prodigy Ranking!]

Where are the overseas dogs? Come out and show yourselves!

As Chen Beidou was being questioned, his tactical tablet fell to the ground with a "thud".

He suddenly understood the true meaning of the coach's words, "unless he doesn't play."

Coach Kaiwen had appeared behind him unnoticed, his voice hoarse: "Now you understand?" He pointed to the figure in the storm, "That's an old monster in the skin of a youth."

Yes.

In their eyes, Su Bei was an old monster—in their limited knowledge, it was unprecedented to see someone of his age cultivate his artistic conception to such a level.

Su Bei's finishing motion was very light, as light as brushing a snowflake off his shoulder. But with this gentle retraction, the towering tornado vanished instantly, and the clouds returned to calm, as if the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth just now was merely a collective illusion.

The staff member's voice, amplified by loudspeakers, trembled with excitement: "Zhenwu University, Su Bei, final score—Depth 9.4! Breadth 9.1! Control 9.6!"

Su Bei slowly walked down the questioning platform, the crowd automatically parting to make way for him. He looked towards the end of the contestants' passage—Yuan Suan was holding up a terminal and waving frantically at him, the screen displaying real-time trending topics:

#The God of Artistic Conception in Northern Jiangsu##Crushing Doubts with a Storm##Overseas Media Collectively Deleting Articles
A slight smile played on Su Bei's lips as he murmured to himself, "Shouldn't the progress to becoming famous throughout the world be enough?"

Text appeared on the task panel.

[Famous Throughout the World]

Phase One: Rising to Fame

Your momentum is like a dragon, your reputation is rising worldwide, and you have completed the first stage of accumulation.

[Reward: The Emperor's Palace] (End of Chapter)