Ling Tian Sword God

The other four Dragon-shaped energies flew towards four different directions, landing on four figures.

These four people stood out among the crowd like cranes among chickens.

Huo Yu, Jun Luoyu!

Northern Snow Divine Sword, Xue Wu Ya!

Raging Fire Mad Saber, Fu Tian Jue!

Shadow of The Sky Spirit, Bai Qingwei!

These four were all renowned young experts on the Young Master List!

Even notable figures like the Young Master of Myriad Dao, Nie Wu Xiang, and the Heartless Young Master had their presence overshadowed by these four.

This is impressive. The outside world is different, full of experts. This will be quite exciting.

Among the young elites attending, there was an unassuming young man staring at the four individuals with brimming fighting spirit. If Ling Chen were here, he would have recognized this young man. It was the "wild man," Baili Xuance.

It seems the Martial Arts Monument only senses surface aura. As for actual strength, the Monument cannot judge.

A thoughtful expression appeared on Xu Ruoyan's pretty face. Although these four people were strong, she didn't believe she was weaker than any of them.

When is that guy going to show up?

As she thought this, Xu Ruoyan looked towards the direction of the Divine Intent Sect, but she didn't see Ling Chen. Her eyebrows knit together. If Ling Chen doesn't show up today, wouldn't my year of hard cultivation be for naught?

Under the focused efforts of Sky Thunder Wandering Cultivator and other experts, the dragon head atop the Martial Arts Monument seemed to abruptly light up its eyes, and then a ball of light gathered in its mouth.

The Dragon Vein Qi is about to erupt.

Looking at the ball of light in the dragon's mouth, the remaining promising youngsters also had sudden changes of expression. This wave of Dragon Vein Qi is likely for everyone.

This is troublesome. If Ling Chen doesn't show up, he'll completely lose his eligibility. Xiao Muyu was secretly worried about Ling Chen.

WHOOSH!

At this moment, the ball of light in the dragon's mouth suddenly shot out. It then transformed into hundreds of beams of light in mid-air, like a meteor shower, cascading down from the sky.

Just then, with a sudden gust of wind, a figure appeared before the members of the Divine Intent Sect. A stream of Dragon Vein Qi, like a meteor shower, landed precisely on the figure.

"Brother Ling Chen, you finally made it!"

Recognizing the newcomer, Ling Yin's beautiful eyes suddenly lit up, and she exclaimed in pleasant surprise.

I encountered a bit of a situation on the road; I almost missed the main event!

Ling Chen also wiped cold sweat from his forehead. He had originally planned to arrive in the City of Thunder with ample time. However, he experienced an epiphany midway and spent three days comprehending the final move of the Landscape Swordsmanship, which delayed him.

Little did he know that this delay nearly caused him to miss the Martial Arts Convention.

"As long as you made it. Ling Chen, this Martial Arts Convention can be very beneficial individually; you mustn't take it lightly," Shangguan Qiushui reminded him.

"I know."

Ling Chen nodded. Through the Dragon Vein Qi's perception, he could gauge everyone's aura and strength. The strongest person here seems to be that effeminately handsome fellow. Then there are those on the Young Master List. The opponents are all overwhelmingly strong, almost suffocatingly so.

But even so, Ling Chen's heart was filled with fighting spirit; there was not a trace of fear.

ROAR!

A dragon's roar echoed from the Martial Arts Monument, its sound piercing the ears and startling many warriors in the spectator stands.

"The dragon's roar signifies that this Martial Arts Convention is of unprecedented scale. I heard the last time the Martial Arts Monument emitted a dragon's roar was three hundred years ago."

"Could it be that this generation's young participants possess such strong destiny that it has resonated with the Dragon Vein Power?"

"In my opinion, there's a True Dragon Level genius in this convention, and that's what triggered the Martial Arts Monument's anomaly!"

"It's possible! The Martial Arts Monument has stood for thousands of years, hiding countless wonders and mysteries. In any case, this Martial Arts Convention is a grand event unseen in centuries."

The crowd discussed animatedly, their faces filled with awe and anticipation. In this era of great contention, they felt fortunate to witness such a magnificent contest among the younger generation; it was truly a blessing.

BOOM!

In the venue, it was as if a mechanism had been activated. The ground suddenly began to quake, changing the expressions of the crowd. The vast flat ground cracked and split apart, sections retracting to reveal eighteen square martial arts competition stages rising symmetrically from beneath. Each martial arts competition stage was approximately three hundred meters square, providing ample space for combat.

In moments, the entire venue was packed, holding tens of thousands of warriors. Even in the distance, dense crowds of people stood, gazing at the events within the venue.

Sky Thunder Wandering Cultivator announced the rules of the Martial Arts Convention. Participants were forbidden to use weapons or Hidden Weapons above 'famous grade,' wear any specialized equipment, ingest any Elixirs, or employ items like True Qi Tubes that provided power beyond their own capabilities. Any violation would result in a lifetime ban from participating in the Martial Arts Convention.

A total of 892 people were participating in this Martial Arts Convention. In the first round, these 892 participants would be divided into eighteen groups of roughly fifty people each. Each group would engage in about twenty matches.

Finally, rankings would be determined by the points earned from victories in each match. The young elites ranked first and second in each group would advance to the second round. These advancing elites would also earn a place on the new Heavenly List.

Therefore, the Martial Arts Convention tested not only individual strength but also overall combat prowess and, of course, wisdom. For most participants, apart from the favorites vying for the top ten, the question was who could win twenty consecutive matches. Deciding when to fight and when to concede was a critical consideration; mindless recklessness was not an option.

"Next, each faction, please send a representative to draw lots for your contestants," a tournament Deacon announced.

Upon hearing this, representatives from various Sects and Aristocratic Families stepped onto the platform. From the Divine Intent Sect, Shangguan Qiushui went up to draw a set of Tokens.

"I'm in Group Six," Nie Wu Xiang announced after casually drawing a Token and looking at it.

"Group One."

"Group Fifteen."

Only after Xiao Muyu, Ling Yin, Xiahou Lin, and the others had all received their number tags did Ling Chen step forward to take the last Token.

"Group Five."

Ling Chen flipped over his number tag.

"Thankfully, we're not in the same group," Xiao Muyu said, a smile appearing on her pretty face. It was fortunate that none of them were grouped together; otherwise, they would have had to face each other in a brutal elimination in the first round.

That guy is in this group too! Yun Tianhe, having received his draw number, noticed Ling Chen nearby. He felt a surge of both excitement and nervousness, the conflicting emotions causing his fists to clench tightly.

Thanks to Master's dedicated training, my cultivation is now at the peak of the Martial Master Eighth Level, just a sliver behind that Ling Chen brat. However, my Swordsmanship is worlds apart from before. We were both among the Sect's Four Great Talents back then, and our cultivation levels are now the same. I refuse to believe I'm that much weaker than him!

Yun Tianhe's eyes flashed coldly.