Swallowing the Stars: Equipment Slots, Starting with a Genius Battle

The 1008 immortals then began to whisper among themselves:

"Two spots are available for the Primitive Secret Realm?"

"Of course, it's definitely for 'Ye Feng' and 'Bo Lan'..."

"Virtual Universe Company, you're being unusually generous!"

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"Now, let's compete for the top 10 rankings," the Nine Swords Venerable said calmly.

After a day of competition, the Genius Battle has entered its final stage, where the top ten geniuses will compete for the title.

"Ye Feng!"

"Berlan!"

"Guslo!"

"Rong Jun!"

As names were read out one by one, those whose names weren't called couldn't hide their anxiety. They were all champions with hundreds of victories, yet only twenty could be chosen!

"Thousand Waters..."

"Luo Feng!"

"The twenty individuals selected by the virtual universe system are those I just mentioned," the man in the cyan battle robe with purple scales said calmly. "Please, these twenty, rest and recover from your losses. The next round of battles will begin shortly. As for who your opponents are... you will find out after the battles begin!"

After speaking, he lingered on Bolan and Ye Feng for a moment, his gaze carrying a hint of deeper meaning.

In the central square, young geniuses sat or stood.

"Congratulations, Candita, you've broken into the top 100."

"So what if I'm in the top 100?" The burly Candita's face was full of resentment, his fists clenched. "I'm not on that list of twenty! If it weren't for meeting 'Ye Feng'..."

"Haha, who told you to be so unlucky and run into one of the only two monsters in this year's competition?" Yi Feng shook his head.

"Do you think the final winner will be Bolan or Ye Feng?" Candita couldn't help but ask.

Upon hearing the voice, the young man from Manka Star, Uka, approached and declared decisively, "It must be Ye Feng!"

"Why?" Many geniuses who had finished their battles gathered around.

"Isn't it obvious?" Uka shrugged. "The Nine Swords Venerable took in 'Maple Emperor' Ye Feng, but he didn't take in 'Death God' Bolan!"

In the corner, the other nineteen people who were meditating, including Berlan who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, all heard it.

An invisible pressure spread out.

Uka's words, though harsh, were a cold reality—even someone as powerful as Death God Berlan was not worthy of the Nine Swords Master's attention!

Bolan's pale fingers quietly tightened around the blood-red longsword on his knee.

"Only after the battle will we know who is stronger and who is weaker!"

About half an hour later.

"Boom!"

The central plaza trembled violently! Ten towering black arenas burst forth from the ground, their surfaces covered by a dense black net. Luo Feng and the other twenty, who were still resting, were instantly teleported inside!

The arena separates the inside from the outside.

"Gusiluo versus Rong Jun?!"

"Gusiluo, ranked second in the Trial Space, is a near-perfect monster. Among the twenty, only he might be able to fight Bolan. Rong Jun... is in trouble."

"The Phantom Demon has met its match with a madman!"

"Two monsters have met!"

"The Illusion Demon hasn't even lifted a finger, yet its gaze alone is enough to captivate its opponents. I wonder if this madman can withstand its mental illusions?"

"Hard to say! The Illusion Demon is the strongest psychic illusionist of this generation; no one can withstand his illusions! He doesn't even need to use psychic weapons; his illusions alone have swept across the land so far. You can imagine how terrifying he is!"

"And don't underestimate the madman. Observe all his battles; those eyes... are as cold as ancient ice, and his mind has never wavered!"

"The Phantom Demon has the potential to be in the top ten, and so does the Madman. This battle... will be interesting!"

The black netting around the nine arenas had been raised, and the battle was about to begin.

Only the central arena remained, the black netting slowly receding like the breath of a giant beast, revealing the two figures facing off inside—

"Damn! Bolan versus Ye Feng?!"

"What?! It's a king vs. king match right from the start?!"

"Everyone was guessing who would be so unlucky as to run into these two... and it turns out they're the ones who bumped into them first?!"

"Shouldn't this group...remember they only meet in the final battle?!"

"Wait... This means that either Bolan or Ye Feng will inevitably suffer a defeat! They might even... fall out of the top ten and miss out on the Primordial Secret Realm?!"

"Hiss... Thinking about it this way, I feel much better. Either Bolan or Ye Feng will fall into the secret realm of heaven and earth, and sit with us!"

"Your Excellency...this is starting a fire!"

On the arena.

Bolan, clad in white with a blood-stained sword, is the eternal Grim Reaper.

Ye Feng, with his sharp and outstanding talents, is the Maple Emperor who has won the favor of the Venerable One.

One of them is the undisputed number one in this competition, a peerless prodigy who is leading by a wide margin.

One is an anomaly who sheds his disguise, displays his astonishing brilliance in the Trial Tower, and attracts the attention of the Universe Venerable One to personally take him as a disciple.

All ten arenas are battlegrounds where the strongest clash.

Only in this central region is it truly a point of contention!

This battle will determine ahead of schedule who is the true number one in this year's ultimate genius battle!

The overwhelming fighting spirit of the other nine arenas was now merely a backdrop.

On the arena, a cyan domain power appeared around Bolan, spreading across the arena. He looked directly at Ye Feng and said softly,

"White-robed Ye Feng, Crimson Maple Emperor?"

Ye Feng's crimson domain power also unfolded, intersecting and colliding with Bo Lan's cyan domain power, causing friction and collisions of primordial laws and energies.

Looking at Berlan, Ye Feng's expression was indifferent. "Berlan, our time is precious. Let's finish this quickly!"

"Just what I wanted!"

As soon as Bolan finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, there were already hundreds of illusory bodies. From the ground and in mid-air, they all raised their swords and pounced on Ye Feng.

The familiar multi-line flow has appeared.

The geniuses watching from below the stage stared intently at the arena. In the Trial Tower, they had already witnessed that each of Bolan's illusory forms possessed the power to crush them.

Now, over 100 illusory bodies are attacking Ye Feng simultaneously. How can he possibly withstand it?!

"Berlan, please correct your attitude!!"

Ye Feng said coldly, his voice revealing a hint of impatience.

The next instant, 108 crimson crystal leaves floating beside Ye Feng shot out like arrows, accurately hitting the illusory figures one by one.

Pfft!

Pfft!

Pfft!

The illusion vanished, and Bolan's true form appeared a kilometer away from Ye Feng.

Berlan lightly touched the side of his face with his fingers, and a warm, bright red color appeared on his fingertips.

He's injured!

In a single encounter, Berlan was injured!

hiss~!

The geniuses below the stage had all stood up straight without prior arrangement.

The geniuses fighting on the other nine arenas also tacitly stopped their battles and watched this scene together.

This is too absurd!

Ye Feng, whom they all acknowledged as a prodigy on par with Bo Lan, actually managed to injure Bo Lan in an instant!

Ye Feng, dressed in white, floated in mid-air, with 108 crimson crystal leaves that had returned beside him.

He looked down at Berlan with an indifferent air, like an emperor.

"Is that all?!"

Berlan's expression grew even colder. He looked up at Ye Feng in mid-air, his eyes filled with not only intense battle intent but also a hint of surprise and seriousness.

They were astonished by Ye Feng's strength.

Ye Feng also marveled, realizing that the sudden enlightenment had led to a rapid improvement in his strength.

Before the moment of enlightenment, one must take Berlan's attack seriously.

After enlightenment, it can be broken with a wave of the hand!

Boom!

Within the blue-green area, a layer of hazy silver appeared.

The power of wind and spatial domains overlapped, unleashing the power of the two fundamental laws.

In an instant, thousands of illusory figures appeared densely on the arena, and Bolan displayed the power of the "Myriad Threads Flow" technique, which was close to the fourth level, to the fullest extent.

Go all out!