Complete Martial Arts Attributes



Arranging their seats according to ranking was a form of respect for the talents.

However, this serious matter unexpectedly took a strange turn.

Everyone stared at the five no. 1 candidates who had the same face.

The candidates felt on the verge of a mental breakdown.

That was especially so for the warriors in the top ten. The moment was supposed to be something to be proud and happy, but none of them could smile for some reason.

Leng Qianxue—who was sitting in the second seat of Zone 5—felt the gaze of the person landing next to her. She felt uncomfortable.

That fellow seemed to be stripping off her clothes with his gaze!

She remembered how Wang Teng had teased her for not wearing shoes when they met in Zone 5.

She was a person with a calm and clear mind, but she started to feel emotional. She pulled her fair and smooth feet back, wishing she could punch that cheeky fellow.

Even if it was just a clone.

So what?

If a clone saw it, it meant that the main form had seen it.

Cloning skills were rare and powerful, but he somehow made them a bit perverted.

The young hero didn't know about the thoughts spinning in the aloof lady. He was just sizing her up curiously.

He remembered the Divine Frost Physique he received from her the previous time.

Ling Yangxu was sitting in the no. 2 position in Zone 2. He kept a stern face, choosing not to look in Wang Teng's direction.

He was still mad at the latter for tricking him in the elimination round.

On Zone 3's stone platform—Gaunt was sitting in the second seat. He kept sizing up Wang Teng with his olive green eyes. His gaze was chilly.

He wasn't just sizing up his rival. He looked as if he wanted to poison him.

Gaunt licked his lips, seemingly excited.

He loved to test his poisons on talented warriors.

Every talent had a different physique. Hence, the type and amount of poison each could handle were different.

He had to go through extensive trial and error before he could come up with the most incredible poison in the universe.

Wang Teng felt wary. He smiled and sized up the fellow. I wonder, does the guy have a special physique?

After all, poison-element warriors were rare.

Would his physique be better than the Demon Lotus Poison Body?

Come to think of it, I haven't seen Lin Chuxia in a while. His Demon Lotus Poison Body had been stagnant for some time; it could have been more powerful.

Gaunt glanced at the young hero, and suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He furrowed his brows deeply.

What is this?

I lost in a staring competition?

What is Wang Teng thinking? Why did he make me feel uncomfortable?

Normally, this feeling was only felt by the others, as test subjects for his poison experiments.

But now, he felt that he had become the guinea pig.

Absurd!

Gaunt's gaze suddenly became fierce. He glared at his rival with his olive-green eyes.

Wang Teng wanted to laugh. Interesting, where does he get the confidence from?

He leaned against his seat, his chin propped by his resting arm. He smiled at the poison expert.

It was infused with contempt!

Contempt from a position of superiority!

Veins popped up on Gaunt's forehead, like small little snakes squirming beneath his skin. He snorted and looked away.

He would wait for their turn in the competition.

He felt confident. The first elimination round was based on points, and there were many distracting factors; it was hard to tell who was stronger or weaker. They would need to wait for the battle arena to see their real abilities.

The people sitting on the stone seats in Zone 7 were all unfamiliar faces. Wang Teng hadn't seen them before, but he didn't care; he would know how powerful they were once they fought.

The young hero stretched his back. Who else could observe their opponents through their clones?

After everyone took their seats, a ray of light came shooting down from outer space, which turned into a giant light sphere.

The image was formed with all the faces and names of the candidates. The names kept changing, as the candidates were matched with one another. It was a random pick, so no one knew who their opponents would be.

"The battle arena has officially started!"

"Proceed with random matching!"

…

The faces of the candidates flashed on the light sphere and were quickly reshuffled.

All the candidates held their breath. They started to feel nervous unknowingly.

The martial warriors who had been granted byes were also watching the light sphere intently. Everyone was excited and interested.

The matches were about to start!

The faces on the light sphere stopped changing and the randomizing ended.

"May the chosen warriors enter the arena!" said a powerful voice coming from within the light sphere.

The result of the random matching would be sent to the wristwatches of every warrior. That way, they would instantly know who they would fight, without having to look for them.

After all, there were too many participants; it would be troublesome to check each and every one.

The candidates who received a notification flew down from the spectators' stand and quickly found their opponents. Then, the battles began.

There was no arena. The entire piece of land was available for them.