Kakarot wanders into the second dimension

The Apocalypse Saints Trial is a talent selection method used by the Human Alliance and the Holy See.

The purpose is to gather the elites on Goentes and cultivate more outstanding combat power.

Anyone who passes the test of the Apocalypse Saint will become a candidate for the Saint, and will have the opportunity to enter the official establishment of the Holy See in the future.

He could even be invited by the academies of the four great empires to become one of the disciples of the four great saints.

The four great saints are the only human beings in the holy stage left in the world.

Not only do they live a long life, but they possess knowledge and abilities far beyond human imagination.

Being able to become their disciple is an honor that most people cannot imagine in their lifetime.

In reality, some people have to squeeze into the academy of the Four Saints even if they want to.

Because not only is it for the reputation of a saint, but if he can obtain the Holy Mark of Apocalypse, he will become a king in the future.

Anmir successfully obtained such an honor, which is the main reason why she is the number one genius in the royal family of the Xien Empire.

Of course, there is another imperial talent with the same status as Anmir...

"Xiu, who do you think among these people in this trial can become my disciple?"

In the grand arena, as various heavyweights entered the arena, Anmir and another man sat in a VIP room with a great view.

The man looked quite handsome, probably in his early twenties, neither tall nor short, with thick black hair.

Wearing a black uniform, his temperament is slightly frivolous, but it makes people feel that he is very charming.

In particular, a pair of deep lavender pupils were particularly strange, as if they contained some stars.

Next to his seat was an exquisite sword in a black sheath, which added a lot of personal aura to him.

"Cousin Anmir, you specifically asked me to come from the Milan Empire to watch this game, and you couldn't do it just for such a boring reason."

The man rested his chin lazily on his hands and looked at his distant relative with a slight smile, guessing what she was thinking.

"Of course not. Your Excellency Xiu and I are both one of the Apocalypse Saints. Although we already have our own followers, don't you want to look at other potential stocks? If there is a more suitable one, you can also change it, right? ?”

An Mi'er sat upright and responded with a suitable and etiquette smile, making it difficult for people to understand her true thoughts.

"Oh, I don't think it's necessary. My disciple is a one-star master, and the people here don't even have a nine-star master. I think today I'm afraid I'm going to break cousin Anmir's heart."

Although Xiu roughly guessed what An Mi'er was thinking, he pretended not to care on the surface.

"But having said that, I am still curious about who is the Sun Wukong who defeated Taro here. He can defeat a master-level warrior at a low level, and he is also a magic warrior of the same level as me. I am not interested in that. People are very interested…”

Having said this, Xiu calmed down his lazy temperament a little, and his eyes kept scanning the people in the venue.

"Hehe... As the competition progresses, Sir Xiu, please look for it yourself. Without a battle as a reference, it will not be easy to find."

An Mi'er covered her mouth and chuckled, as if seeing Xiu's slightly deflated look made her feel particularly happy.

When the black-haired man saw the princess like this, he couldn't help but slightly pursed his lips and turned his eyes to the arena again.

"These number one in each district are all famous people I know. An Mi'er, Sun Wukong is probably that one. He looks unattractive."

Soon Xiu found out who Sun Wukong was in the ring, and showed An Mi'er a sign with his hands.

His eyes were locked on a man wearing orange martial arts uniform.

Seeing this, Anmir stopped her smile. She knew that she was being teased by this person.

"Haha, you are indeed Your Excellency Xiu. These old eyes that recognize people have really not deteriorated..."

Hearing An Mi'er's slight sarcasm, Xiu felt a vein bulge on his forehead, and his mood suddenly became bad.

"Well, this Sun Wukong only looks like this. Is he really as powerful as the rumors say..."

Xiu's expression gradually became arrogant, and he immediately fought back after being hurt by An Mi'er.

"what?"

But at this moment, he accidentally discovered something interesting, because the unattractive student he looked over was also staring at him.

"Hey!! An Mi'er, who is that next to you? Is he very powerful?"

Since entering the arena, Sun Wukong immediately sensed the auras of everyone present, but no one was stronger than him.

This can't help but make him slightly disappointed. After all, his current strength can defeat the ordinary master level. People who see these master levels really don't have much interest.

Until he saw the man in black next to An Mi'er, he sensed that his aura was more powerful than that of Taro, who was still a human in the previous competition, and he instantly gained some fighting spirit.

Moreover, this man's fighting ability is not low. In his eyes, he actually has 395, and he can barely move.

"Tsk, there must be something wrong with this person's brain. He actually provoked Mr. Xiu of the Milan Empire as soon as he came up."

"It's too outrageous. Doesn't he know that the other party is the Apocalypse Saint? It's simply too rude."

The first place winners from other districts’ Kingdom Academy competitions who also came on stage all looked at Sun Wukong with expressions like they were looking at fools.

Because before the official competition, it was stipulated that they had to go on stage to show each other, so they all stood in the ring.

"Hmph... interesting... I haven't been provoked like this in a long time."

Incited by Sun Wukong, Xiu was not only not angry, but stood up, full of excitement.

His expression gradually turned crazy, and his warlike intentions were not too obvious.

As he stood up, many specially invited nobles from various kingdoms also looked at him sideways.

"I just heard that the first place in the Eastern District Academy competition was not very smart, but it turned out to be true."

"Yes, it's so rude. I don't even know why I was chosen by Her Highness the Princess to attend this grand event."

The nobles were all discussing Sun Wukong's behavior, as if they had seen something strange that they had not seen for decades.

"I advise you not to underestimate that person too much. That Sun Wukong is extraordinary. I have watched his whole game. His strength is quite terrifying. He wants to challenge Lord Xiu. Although it is not polite, I don't feel uncomfortable at all. Reasonable."

There is still no shortage of knowledgeable people among the nobles. A middle-aged nobleman from the Eastern Kingdom who had watched Sun Wukong compete spoke up in defense.

He had personally experienced the hellish scene of the Eastern District Academy battle.

He was one of the screaming crowd when Sun Wukong launched a wave of turtle Qigong that destroyed a large area of ​​the audience.

Although I heard that Sun Wukong was competing today, he originally didn’t want to come because of fear.

But I couldn't resist the fear of missing more exciting scenes and the desire still came.

"Humph, what a fuss, who is the first place in the Kingdom Academy battle is not scary? Our first place in the North District broke the arena into pieces during the competition."

"What do you have? The power fluctuations during our battle for the first place in the Western Region finals caused cracks even in our audience seats."