Chapter 1023: Group Battle!_2

All the spectators and competitors looked over at the same time.

Luo Yu found his own name among the list of ten people in the second group, but the other nine names were unfamiliar to him, apparently all ranked after the top ten in the points board.

He didn't sense anything amiss, but the other competitors and spectators expressed their astonishment.

"Strange! How did the rules change this year? Weren't the competitions one-on-one in the past? How did it become a ten-person melee this year?"

"Isn't a ten-person melee more exciting to watch, way more thrilling than one-on-one?"

"I'm concerned about whether it's exciting or not, it's about whether this kind of competition format is reasonable."

"What's unreasonable about it? Aside from the first place, what significance do the other rankings have? People will only remember the first place."

"Come on, I can recite the names of the second to the tenth place from last year."

"Why memorize that stuff, are you sick or something!"

At this time, someone analyzed rationally, "I think, this kind of competition format is not unreasonable, it's actually quite close to reality."

"Martial artists eventually go to battlefields to confront foreign enemies or to fight ferocious beasts, neither the enemies nor the ferocious beasts will give you a chance to fight one-on-one. Often, you need to face many enemies by yourself, getting used to this kind of fight in advance is not a problem at all."

"Makes sense! You've got a clear head, brother!" Immediately, someone next to them nodded, "I looked at the group listings too, the final points scorers in the top ten of the testing phase seem to be seeded players, they've all been placed in different groups to prevent meeting too early, this distribution method is also quite reasonable."

The person who started the analysis said with a smile, "The organizers responsible for the event are very rigorous and would not make low-intelligence mistakes in details, just comfortably enjoy the competition."

The spectators were all seriously analyzing the intentions behind the rule changes, but in reality, they had no clue, the person in charge of the competition format hadn't thought that much at all.

He changed the rules on the spot, solely because the VIP room had received messages from the big shots, requesting this year's competition format be changed to a ten-person free-for-all.

His specific purpose he did not know.

Inside the VIP room.

Long Xiaoyun's mouth curled up, sketching a sly fox-like smile.

"It's only interesting to have a ten-person melee like this, if there's only one opponent, I'm afraid it won't push the God's Child to show his true strength."

Someone behind him spoke up:

"Old Long, do you think the God's Child will definitely make it into the top ten, and then the other nine will feel the crisis and decide to join forces to gang up and eliminate the God's Child first?"

Long Xiaoyun said with a smile, "Don't you guys wonder about the real strength of the God's Child? This guy made the testing phase look too easy."

"But now I am a bit worried." Long Xiaoyun said anxiously.

"Worried about what?"

Long Xiaoyun replied, "I'm concerned that in the end, the nine won't agree to join forces against the God's Child, instead opting to fight one-on-one."

"One-on-one? Are they stupid? Anyone with a bit of sense should understand that to win the title of Martial Champion, they must join forces to attack the God's Child first." Someone laughed as they spoke.

Long Xiaoyun glanced over and then looked through the glass towards Luo Yu's position, his eyes burning with fervor.

He felt secretly pleased.

Those annoying Presidents of Martial University, like Sun Changqing, probably wouldn't expect me to sneak over to watch the competition. I'll poach this guy in advance, hmph!

"Bang bang—"

The ten Martial Examinees of the first group had already begun their preliminary skirmish on the arena.

The platform was made entirely of solid alloy materials, so the competitors couldn't damage it at all in battle, at most leaving fine scratches.

"Heh, planning on ganging up against me?"

Yuwen Chenglong, with his unique appearance, was forced to the edge of the arena. Nine other Martial Examinees had surrounded him, with Ancient Spirits materializing behind them, some clad in battle armor, dressed as military commanders, others in attire similar to that of Miaojiang.

"Yuwen Chenglong, your points far exceed ours. Without ganging up on you, we have no chance of competing for advancement." A young man with a red nose spoke up.

Yuwen Chenglong slowly shook his head.

"In reality, even if you gang up against me, you have no chance."

"Boom!"

Yuwen Chenglong stomped forcefully, and ripples of red qi and blood spread out, the alloy platform trembling for an instant.

A formidable figure appeared, covered in gilded armor, with feet in Purple-gold Cloud-wearing Boots, and holding a Phoenix-winged Gilt Halberd, exuding waves of a domineering aura, intimidating the surroundings.

The aura of the Ancient Spirit behind Yuwen Chenglong made the bodies of the other nine Martial Examinees tremble involuntarily.

"Attack together, or we'll have no chance left."

"Still so naive."

Yuwen Chenglong burst forth from his position, extending his hand, and it was as if the Ancient Spirit merged into one with him. The Phoenix-winged Gilt Halberd also arrived in his grasp.

He swung forcefully at the opponent in front, and with the great weight and power of the Phoenix-winged Gilt Halberd, his opponent's face showed a look of horror and tried to block it with a greatsword manifested by the same Ancient Spirit.

"Clang!"

With a clear ringing sound, his opponent cried out in pain and was sent flying, falling far outside the arena, rolling a great distance across the ground.

The other eight Martial Examinees had already taken advantage of the opening and closed in, attacking the vital points around Yuwen Chenglong.

Thinking they would succeed, a sinister smile appeared on Yuwen Chenglong's lips.

Qi and blood erupted, muscles bulged, and even his bones emitted a cracking sound as he swung the Phoenix-winged Gilt Halberd high, tracing an arc in the air.

He hit the eight accurately.

"Boom—"

All eight Martial Examinees grunted at the same time and were blown away, landing hard on the ground. Struggling to their feet, they showed nothing but fear in their eyes.

They declared their surrender one after another.

No one in the audience had expected the match to end so quickly.

They had thought that the nine of them together would pressure Yuwen Chenglong, but just two moves after he summoned the Ancient Spirit, he had taken care of all his opponents.

So terrifying!

"This Yuwen Chenglong is indeed a monster, an unmatched adversary!" someone exclaimed while slapping their thigh in excitement. Still, they quickly added in a low voice, "Unless he's compared to Godchild Luo Yu, of course."

"Nonsense, the Phoenix-winged Gilt Halberd is rarely used. If I'm not mistaken, his Ancient Spirit must be the legendary second strongest general of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, General Tianbao Yuwen Chengdu!"

"General Tianbao? The invincible Yuwen Chengdu from the legends of the Sui and Tang Dynasties?"

"Hiss—"

Upon learning the identity of Yuwen Chenglong's Ancient Spirit, the spectators were even more shocked.

After securing victory and praises, Yuwen Chenglong's expression remained cold. Holding his Phoenix-winged Gilt Halberd, he addressed the direction where Luo Yu was below the stage.

"Divine Child, regardless of win or loss, I, Yuwen Chenglong, challenge you today."

Everyone looked towards Luo Yu, wanting to know how he would respond.

But to everyone's surprise, Luo Yu remained silent, outright ignoring Yuwen Chenglong, and casually looked around.

"Why isn't the Divine Child responding?"

"Yeah, we were all looking forward to a good show."

"Let me translate for you, Godchild Luo Yu's attitude is pretty clear, it's like saying, 'Who do you think you are, challenging me? Why should I bother with you?'"

That was how someone translated it, and in fact, Luo Yu was thinking exactly that.

"I barely know you, and you come here posturing challenging me. Love whoever you love, it's my loss if I even respond to you one bit."

Seeing his challenge to no avail, Yuwen Chenglong's expression darkened, and although he said nothing, it was clear he had taken silent umbrage.

The competition was organized swiftly, and soon after the first group finished, the second group quickly took the stage.

Luo Yu leaped up and landed on the stage. Cheers erupted throughout the venue, with his name resounding loudly, his popularity maxed out.

Who wouldn't like a handsome and skilled favored son of heaven? Luo Yu had already proven his worth as God's Child with undeniable strength during the test phase.

Except for those from the ruling class of the Nine Provinces of the Great Xia and high-ranking members of the Foreign Forces who still thought he was using exotic treasures to playact.

"Dong!"

With the start signal sounding, the match officially began.

But the participants were all standing still; not one of them rushed to act, creating a mysteriously standoff.

They were all staring intently at Luo Yu.

"Fight already!"

"What are you all standing around for?"

Cries of impatience came from the spectator stands.