Extracting all things: My attributes grow infinitely.

The following day, at the Tianyuan City Arena.

This colossal building, capable of holding 30,000 people, is located in the north of the city. Its gray-white stone walls soar into the clouds, and on each of its four sides stands a ten-meter-high warrior statue, holding swords and overlooking the entire square.

A huge light screen floats above the arena, broadcasting every match in real time, allowing those who couldn't get a seat to watch from the square.

When Jiang Chuan arrived.

The plaza outside the arena was already packed with people.

He pushed through the crowded throng and entered the arena, where three tiers of circular stands surrounded the central ring.

The stands were packed with people, divided into three distinct groups based on their social status.

At the very front, on a row of seats covered with red silk, sat the nobles of Tianyuan City.

In the very center stood City Lord Lu Qingshan, a man in his fifties with a fair complexion and no beard. He wore a dark blue official robe and exuded a calm and composed demeanor. He was holding a teacup and talking to the person next to him.

To his left was Censor Zhou Yuan, who wore gold-rimmed glasses and looked refined, like a schoolteacher.

The seat on the right is empty.

Further to the right is Yuan Ziyi.

She said it.

In Tianyuan City, there are four people who represent absolute nobility.

City Lord Lu Qingshan, Imperial Censor Zhou Yuan from Tianque City, Chen Duhu from the Dark Moon Battle Group, and her, who has a background with the Yuan family.

Of the four people, three were present, and it was obvious who the empty seat belonged to.

Chen Duhu didn't come?

Jiang Chuan gently rubbed the pebble in his hand.

No, he should be there. He'll definitely show up at such an important occasion; it's just a matter of time.

Jiang Chuan shifted his gaze from the VIP area to the second tier of the stands.

Some young people were sitting there.

Dressed smartly.

He possesses an extraordinary demeanor.

It's obvious at a glance that they are the sons of powerful figures from various factions in Tianyuan City.

They gathered in twos and threes, forming several small groups. Chen Ping, Su Yao, and a few other young people he had never met before were all key figures in their respective circles.

Xu Yinyin was also there.

She sat in a corner on the second floor.

She was surrounded by a number of boys, all of them extremely attentive, offering her water and snacks, their smiles practically overflowing with flattery.

That's normal.

She is an S-level prodigy from Xingmian Academy in Tianque City.

In terms of status, he was more distinguished than the people in the first row, but he wasn't sitting there because of his age.

For the so-called privileged youths of Tianyuan City, getting in touch with her was like a meteoric rise to power. Regardless of gender, they all desperately tried to get close to her.

Xu Yinyin responded politely, but her eyes betrayed her impatience.

Her talent has been raised to SS level, a fact currently known only to Jiang Chuan.

An SS-level genius is a treasure at Star Crown Academy.

It is absolutely unique in Tianyuan City.

The boys who fawned over her probably had no idea that this quiet and gentle girl could easily crush them.

Jiang Chuan withdrew his gaze and continued searching through the crowd.

Was that old guy really not here, or was he hiding in some dark corner, waiting to see this good show come to an end?

Just as I was thinking,

The light screen above the arena suddenly lit up.

City Lord Lu Qingshan stood up, walked to the edge of the stands, and held a megaphone in his hand, his voice echoing throughout the entire arena.

"Gentlemen, welcome to the annual Tianyuan City Martial Arts Tournament. This year's rules are the same as in previous years—a ring system, with no restrictions on weapons or professions. All first-tier professionals under the age of thirty are welcome to participate. The person who stands on the ring at the end will receive an admission to Xingmian Academy!"

He paused, looked around, and then emphasized, "Everyone knows the rules. I only have one thing to add: in the competition, it's best to stop when you've made a move. Intentional injury is strictly prohibited. Anyone who violates this rule will be disqualified and expelled from the competition!"

After saying that, he sat back down.

A buzz of discussion arose from the crowd. On the stage, a referee, a middle-aged man in his forties, stepped forward.

He was burly and had a booming voice: "After the registration deadline, we will determine the order of challengers by drawing lots."

"Now, who is willing to be the first to step up and defend their title?"

There was a moment of silence in the crowd.

Then, a white figure leaped from the stands, landing lightly in the center of the arena like a snowflake blown by the wind.

Ling Aoshuang.

Today she was wearing a light gray light armor, her long hair was tied in a high ponytail, and she was carrying a long, silver-white spear. The frost on the spear tip made the surrounding temperature drop a few degrees.

She stood in the center of the arena, her spear held horizontally, her gaze sweeping across the entire arena, cold and aloof as frost.

"Ling Aoshuang, S-rank talent, please give me your guidance."

The entire arena fell silent for a moment, then erupted into a tremendous uproar.

S-rank talent, the strongest Awakened One in the entire Tianyuan City this year.

Everyone has been waiting for this moment.

Jiang Chuan leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on her.

Her expression remained aloof and cold, showing no sign of emotional fluctuation.

Nobody knows.

She was experiencing intense emotional torment at that moment.

The first challenger stepped up quickly; he was a burly young warrior, wielding a huge battle axe in both hands. Every step he took onto the arena made the bluestone floor thud loudly.

He was a C-level power-type professional, which was quite good among ordinary people, but in front of Ling Aoshuang, he didn't even have a chance to make a move.

The starting whistle hadn't even blown yet.

Ling Aoshuang has already made a move.

She moved swiftly, her spear flashing like a silver snake emerging from its hole. The spearhead drew a cold arc in the air, carrying a chilling aura, before striking the warrior's axe handle.

The warrior felt an overwhelming force coming from the axe handle, his hand went numb, and the battle axe flew out of his hand, striking the light screen at the edge of the arena with a dull thud.

The spear tip was pressed firmly against the soldier's throat, three inches away, without moving an inch.

"Thank you for your concession."

Ling Aoshuang sheathed her gun and returned to her original position.

The warrior paused for two seconds, picked up his battle axe, and slunk off the stage.

A deafening cheer erupted from the crowd.

To defeat the enemy with a single blow.

Clean and neat.

This is the true power that an S-class talent should possess!

The second match,

The third match,

The fourth match.

One challenger after another went up, but none of them could withstand three moves from Ling Aoshuang.

Some were swept away by a single spear, some were frozen stiff by the power of frost and surrendered immediately, and some couldn't even get close before being forced back to the edge of the arena by the cold air brought by the spear.

Ling Aoshuang's fighting style is completely unpretentious.

It's all about being fast, accurate, and ruthless.

Using the overwhelming power of his S-rank talent, he swept all his opponents off the stage, completely disregarding the consumption of mana.

After witnessing this scene, Jiang Chuan vaguely guessed what was going on.

Given her status.

There was absolutely no need for them to be the first to go on stage.

The martial arts tournament adopts a system of defending the title; whoever steps onto the stage first will be at a greater disadvantage unless she possesses overwhelming strength.

But she chose to play this reckless, all-or-nothing style of fighting.

The objective is already very clear.

Her appearance on stage.

It's about clearing out all competitors for the ultimate winner.

Once her condition declines to a certain point, the real "protagonist" will appear, defeat her in one fell swoop, and take all the glory.

This group of people not only want to use Ling Aoshuang as a stepping stone for Su Yao's success, but also want to squeeze every last drop of value out of her!

Meanwhile, the "protagonist" was sitting in the stands, leisurely watching the match on the ring.

Su Yao's expression was calm, even with a faint smile.

There was no guilt or unease in his eyes.

In her opinion.

All of this is perfectly reasonable.

Everything she has is something her father paid a great price for, and it is rightfully hers!

So what if you have an S-level talent?

Powerless and without influence.

They can only serve as supporting characters to highlight her.

The fourteenth match,

The fifteenth match,

The sixteenth match.

Under Ling Aoshuang's brutal fighting style, her breathing quickly became rapid, but her gun remained steady.

After each match, she would stand still and close her eyes slightly.

Make the most of those few dozen seconds to recover as much energy as possible.

Then face the next opponent.

Jiang Chuan stood in the crowd, watching her fight alone on the ring, and the fire in his heart burned brighter and brighter.

The seventeenth match.

The eighteenth match.

The challenger in the eighteenth match was an assassin with B-level talent. He was fast, but his attack power was too weak. Ling Aoshuang only needed one shot to sweep him off the stage.

But after that shot, the icy chill surrounding the spear in her hand completely dissipated.

Su Yao put down her teacup from the stands.

He stood up.

She glanced at the boy beside her, who nodded, quickly walked towards the referee's table, and whispered a few words.

The referee nodded, then announced loudly, "Next match, challenger—Su Yao, A-level talent, please prepare!"

The arena was immediately abuzz with discussion.

Ling Aoshuang had fought eighteen consecutive matches and was exhausted, while Su Yao was well-rested and ready. Although her talent was a whole level lower, the difference in her condition was enough to make up for it.

Is Ling Aoshuang going to lose?

at this time.

Ling Aoshuang's gaze also searched the stands.

She glanced across the first-floor stands and saw the empty seat; then she swept across the circle of privileged children on the second floor and saw Chen Ping smiling silently at her.

Ling Aoshuang lowered her head, looked at the gun in her hand, remained silent for two seconds, and then exhaled deeply.