Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams

One of the two men was tall, the other slender.

The tall one sat on the throne with a crew cut hairstyle, his muscles layered, his skin bronze, wearing a light劲装.

Yet, he propped his elbow on his chin, seeming like a king.

The slender one, however, wore a set of medieval Silver Armor, with his hands resting evenly on both sides, leaning back against the throne, his legs dangled in the air.

In an instant, it was as if they felt the multitude of gazes.

Buzz!!!

A strong aura was released together, turning into a storm that swept across the whole venue.

Spotlights wavered as a result, drones looked ready to fall.

The bright arena suddenly flickered dimly, and the Force Field Shields on both sides of the audience seats rippled densely, causing exclamations from the crowd as they all felt extremely oppressed.

"Ultimate Intent... three Star Palace Extreme Realms."

Among the audience, Zhou Wuren's expression changed slightly, and Gert and the Sword Master in the contestants' waiting area also appeared grave, sensing tremendous pressure.

Chen Feng squinted as he locked eyes with the three people a hundred meters away, perceiving a strong sense of malice.

Buzz!

However, the next second, everything vanished without a trace.

The Ultimate Intent dissipated, as if it were just an illusion.

Only three pairs of indifferent eyes continued to overlook the whole venue, or met his gaze.

The female host on the platform, unaware of the surge of undercurrents, continued introducing the rules amidst the intersecting lights.

Crack, crack, crack!

Suddenly, the ground trembled.

Visible to the naked eye, a black thin line stretched to the end appeared on the wide ground of the arena.

Upon closer inspection, it was actually a crack, which was constantly expanding to both sides.

"This..."

"What is that!!"

Low exclamations rose from the stands, with dozens of Master Level Martial Artists gasping in surprise.

Even Tai'en, who intended to demand an explanation from Chen Feng, focused his eyes and turned to look.

Hardened cement streets, clean windows reflecting light, layered pedestrian stairs, junk cars parked by the roadside.

Cement buildings, low-rise houses.

One, five, twenty, hundreds...

Up to hundreds of buildings appeared, like a small urban district built here; accompanied by some large underground device, it slowly pushed upward, intending to level with the ground.

"Competition City!"

"This is the special venue our Nido Royal Family has meticulously prepared for this World Fighting Championship!"

The host's voice transmitted through the speakers spread in all directions, reflecting the rising city and the three figures on the throne in Chen Feng's pupils.

"All contestants are required to enter Competition City in the first round and gain rankings and points by defeating opponents."

"Any weapon can be used, those who concede or are defeated, as well as those who leave Competition City, will be eliminated."

"The last eight people can leave Competition City and will have the opportunity to challenge the three Defenders, with the highest scorer becoming the champion of this world championship and winning prizes!!"

Wow!!

The crowd erupted in uproar as the host finished speaking.

Clearly, no one expected Nido to host such a spectacular tournament.

"Such a grand gesture... it's too exaggerated."

Zhou Wuren and Zhao Tingxiao were somewhat shocked, while Siwa and other spectators not far away shared their sentiments.

Building such a venue must have required an immense cost.

Once these powerful Martial Artists enter, all the buildings will be utterly destroyed, turning into ruins.

"Interesting!"

Suddenly, among dozens of contestants, the gun master known as Atena's eyes shone brightly, gleaming.

This environment would allow him to maximize his gun martial skills.

In this way, if he could rely on the number of defeats to gain the most points, even if he couldn't defeat the three Defenders, he still had a chance to win.

Tap!

Immediately, with a stomp of his foot, he took the lead in advancing and rushed into the massive city.

Buzz!

As if triggered by some scanning device.

A huge blue light screen suddenly suspended in the sky above the arena, displaying the name Atena and the corresponding point numbers inside.

"Interesting... now that's interesting."

Witnessing this scene, the swordsman in samurai attire named Jia Ge'er glanced at Chen Feng and the strongman Tai'en quietly.

This terrain obstruction would be difficult for even those in the Extreme Realm to cross, giving him significant opportunities.

Thus...

Tap-tap-tap-tap!

Those with similar thoughts, one after another, rushed into the city like bamboo sprouts after rain, seeking concealed spots or the best positions.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the contestants dispersed, including Gert and the man named Sun Donglin, who also left quickly.

"I'll give you a chance to settle this fairly."

The strongman named Tai'en glanced sideways at Chen Feng, his voice low.

"Make sure you don't concede and plead for mercy at the time."

Boom!

His words barely settled as he stepped into the city.

The black Bull Horn Helmet was oppressive, and each step echoed with a dull sound.

As if telling everyone in Competition City of the hunter's arrival.

Boom!

The sound arose again, and those hidden in the houses or behind walls, whether Grandmasters or those in Fake Extreme Realm, appeared solemn.

Gert, cloaked in secrecy, clenched his fists coldly, and the Sword Master in Samurai attire pressed against the corner wall, clutching his sword hilt.

The championship hadn't started in full, it would only tally points when the last person entered.

But.

"What's he doing?"

Atena, aiming a sniper cannon at the city's entrance, suddenly frowned with confusion.

Why hadn't that Extreme Realm youth from Chi Country entered yet?

"What's the situation here?"

"What's he doing standing there, why isn't he entering?"

There were no obstacles for the spectators on the grandstand; they could see more clearly.

The youth in the black trench coat still stood in place, barely ten meters away from the edge of Competition City. Yet, he made no move whatsoever.

As if, afraid?

"Senior Brother?"

Zhao Tingxiao felt puzzled, and Zhou Wuren and even further away Siwa also frowned slightly.

"Is he scared?" The expressions of the three on the high throne varied, and the tall man propped up on his elbow mocked.

"Knowing we three are defending, and also with Tai'en as a rival, worried about being heavily injured in a joint assault?"

The man in the Silver Armor chuckled softly, his finger tapping lightly on the side of the throne.

"Seems like this rule is indeed effective."

"And that Tai'en, indeed simple-minded, believing whatever's said."

The two exchanged words, yet Iphia squinted slightly, sensing something was off.

"Iphia?"

"Something's wrong..."

She shook her head, intending to speak.

But before she could utter her judgment, a staff member approached below to urge.

"Mr. Chen, the allocated preparation time is only five minutes."

"If you don't enter the city, you'll be disqualified."

The reminder penetrated the glass steel high room through the communicator.

Eleanor and the transformed people behind her grew increasingly puzzled, gazing at the young man below the hundred-meter height, seeking answers.

"Mr. Chen?"

The staff spoke again, and the people within Competition City finally realized something was off.

"Are you afraid?" Tai'en inside the city shook his head dismissively, turning away and deciding to hunt for his prey.

But.

"This rule is really troublesome."

A low, calm voice suddenly rang out.

It wasn't accompanied by any vast leakage of power, yet it interrupted all noise, resounding in the hearts of the puzzled and disdainful crowd.

"Hmm?"

The three on the high throne collectively paused, and in their high and descending line of sight, they could see the youth in the black trench coat lift his head and meet their gaze indifferently.

"Entering the city, challenging."

Chen Feng waved his hand, and the staff beside him was gently pushed away, sliding a dozen meters away from him.

"Complicated, cumbersome..."

"The weak need such intricacies."

A low voice echoed, and he took a step forward, surveying the entire stands and Competition City.

"I have no patience to waste time here."

"You, you, you..."

He pointed his fingers at all looks within the city and then glanced at the three on the high throne.

"You all come together."

"The competition should end now."