"Your Majesty, this child's martial arts talent can be considered the best in our East Victory Kingdom's history."

Upon hearing Tang Xuanyi's whispered words, the white-haired old man standing behind the dragon throne also spoke: "It's just a pity that his bloodline is really too mediocre. Otherwise, at the next Eastern Domain Martial Meeting, our East Victory Kingdom would surely be able to overpower the other nations."

"There are still two years until the next Eastern Domain Martial Meeting. If he can encounter a great opportunity and change his bloodline to Earth Level or above by then, he might be able to shine brightly and bring honor to our East Victory Kingdom."

Tang Xuanyi said with a look of regret.

"In two years, many changes may occur. Let's hope he doesn't disappoint us; otherwise... alas... I'm afraid our East Victory Kingdom..."

The old man sighed lightly, shaking his head with a complex expression.

"Elder Zhou, has it really become a matter of life and death?"

Tang Xuanyi's face changed slightly as he asked.

"It's more serious than we imagined."

Elder Zhou nodded solemnly in return.

"It seems we need to prepare early as well."

Tang Xuanyi couldn't help but speak with a serious expression.

Meanwhile, Wang Ruoxie had already returned to the crowd.

"Wang Ruoxie, I didn't expect your martial arts talent to be quite good, but unfortunately, your bloodline is really trash."

Yang Honglie looked at Wang Ruoxie with a mocking gaze.

He and Wang Ruoxie were already mortal enemies, so naturally, he wouldn't miss any chance to strike at the opponent.

"Even with a trashy bloodline, I can easily deal with you."

Wang Ruoxie smiled indifferently, responding.

"Is that so?"

Hearing this, a cold smile flashed in Yang Honglie's eyes, and he said: "I hope you don't get eliminated too quickly, because I want to kill you myself on this battle platform, to avenge my second brother."

"There are many who want to kill me, and quite a few who can, but you'll never be one of them."

Wang Ruoxie said flatly, then didn't bother to pay attention to Yang Honglie anymore.

About half an hour later, everyone had finished testing, and the final results were out.

More than nine hundred people participated in the testing, and only over six hundred passed the assessment; the other three hundred or so were naturally all eliminated.

It seemed that not many were eliminated, but one must know that those who participated in the Hidden Dragon Assembly were all outstanding young talents, many even being elite geniuses from major factions.

"Next is the second round of trials, where pairs will duel, and the rules are simple: the winner advances, the loser is eliminated, and there are no restrictions—life or death doesn't matter."

At this time, Nie Cang spoke to the crowd: "However, you can concede proactively, and if anyone attacks a person who concedes proactively, they will be directly disqualified."

Upon hearing Nie Cang's words, all six hundred who had passed the assessment had their eyes narrowed.

The rules of the second round had changed.

In previous rounds, although there were also pair duels, heavy blows were not allowed, let alone killing.

However, this time, life or death didn't matter. Unless the opponent concedes, one could directly kill them.

Clearly, with such rules, no one would hold back anymore, because they all knew that if they didn't go all out, they might be killed by the opponent.

And those with mutual enmity revealed cold, murderous intent in their eyes.

"Wang Ruoxie, you're dead."

Yang Honglie sneered inwardly, then looked at Wang Ruoxie with eyes full of killing intent.

Originally, he didn't know what excuse to use to kill Wang Ruoxie, but with the rules changed, he just needed to kill Wang Ruoxie before he could proactively concede.

Wang Ruoxie naturally felt the killing intent in Yang Honglie's gaze, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Yang Honglie had targeted him repeatedly, going out of his way to kill him, and today, he would completely rid himself of this trouble.

"The first battle: Wang Ruoxie versus Song He."

At this time, Nie Cang's voice rang out again.

Wang Ruoxie was slightly taken aback upon hearing it; he hadn't expected to be the first to fight.

Of course, he didn't mind this. With his current strength, passing this second round wouldn't be a problem at all.

Stepping forward, Wang Ruoxie slowly walked onto the battle platform.

His opponent, Song He, also stepped onto the platform at this time.

The two faced each other, and the battle was about to erupt.

Wang Ruoxie calmly sized up Song He, noting that this opponent was two or three years older than him, with cultivation equivalent to his, both at the Seventh Layer of the Element Transformation Realm.

Judging by Song He's attire, he should be a True Disciple of a sect named the Golden Jade Sect.

At the same time, Song He was also sizing him up.

"Who do you think will win this battle?"

"It should be Wang Ruoxie. After all, he has a Thirteen-Star martial arts talent, not to mention he's a disciple of the Celestial Sword Sect. His strength must far exceed that of the average person at the same level."

"Not necessarily. Talent can at most determine potential and cultivation speed, but bloodline directly impacts strength. Although Song He only has an Eight-Star martial arts talent, his bloodline is of the Ninth Grade Profound Level. In this battle, I believe Song He will win."

...

The crowd gazed intently at the battle platform, discussing eagerly.

"Senior Sister Xiao, do you think he can win?"

Tang Miaoyin asked with a smile, looking at Xiao Ningyue.

"You already know the answer in your heart, so why ask me?"

Xiao Ningyue smiled faintly in return.

Both of them were naturally confident in Wang Ruoxie's strength; someone who could easily challenge opponents of higher levels couldn't possibly lose to a person at the same level.

Even Yang Honglie believed Wang Ruoxie wouldn't lose, and naturally, he didn't want Wang Ruoxie to lose.

Because if Wang Ruoxie were to lose, it would mean he would be eliminated, and Yang Honglie would lose the opportunity to kill him openly.

"Make your move."

Song He said to Wang Ruoxie.

Wang Ruoxie didn't stand on ceremony. His body dashed forward, but his speed appeared quite leisurely. When he reached Song He, he slowly raised his palm and struck towards him.

Even though he made the first move, he gave Song He time to react. Otherwise, with his current speed, if he went all out, Song He would have been defeated before he could react.

Seeing Wang Ruoxie make such a casual move, not only was Song He not grateful, but his face darkened as if gravely insulted.

A violent aura suddenly erupted from him, and he fiercely swung a punch.

The fist wind roared, carrying terrifying power as it blasted towards Wang Ruoxie.

"Boom!"

When the fist and palm clashed, an earth-shattering explosion occurred.

In the next instant, under everyone's shocked gaze, Song He's entire body was blasted backward, and he directly landed beneath the battle platform.

"This... how is this possible."

After standing stably in a terribly disheveled state, Song He looked at Wang Ruoxie with disbelief.

With merely one move, he was defeated, without any power to resist.

Moreover, he could feel that Wang Ruoxie had shown mercy; otherwise, with just that palm, he could have severely injured, if not directly killed, him.

"Such strength."

Seeing this scene, the crowd below the battle platform was all astounded.

Those who had thought Wang Ruoxie would lose were now filled with disbelief.

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