Qian Xiao also wanted to use his ultimate move to shock everyone. Not to mention attracting the attention of others, he had to at least let the boss know that he, Qian Xiao, was very impressive too.

But when learning the Body Tempering Technique from Beibei, he was tortured daily with waterfall training, which was euphemistically called 'strengthening one's physique and will.' Qian Xiao knew, however, that it was nothing but naked torture and revenge!

Although Qian Xiao didn't realize it, thanks to this 'torture,' along with the strangely-shaped fruits sent by Xu Lai, his foundation from just a month or two of cultivation was actually more solid than that of prodigious Cultivators from the Immortal Domain who had been training for three to five years.

But Beibei hadn't taught Qian Xiao any spells or Divine Skills.

Qian Xiao was surrounded by thirty Low-grade Martial Artists, about to be beaten up. The reason was simple. Before the competition even started, Qian Xiao was blabbering about everyone following in big sister Yiyi's footsteps to conquer the kindergartens and elementary schools of East Sea City together. They would slowly grow stronger, dominate the kindergartens and elementary schools worldwide, and conquer middle and high schools within three years!

The younger Martial Artists, only seven or eight years old, didn't think much of it, but the older ones, aged twelve to fifteen, felt insulted.

You, a little tyke from kindergarten, possibly even from the toddler class, are actually mocking us, students in the sixth or seventh grade?

This was unbearable! So, they surrounded Qian Xiao.

Of course, among them was Haohao, his nemesis from the neighboring kindergarten. The plump little boy also happened to be a peak First Grade Martial Artist.

He snickered and said, "Qian Xiao, you're dead meat now!"

Surrounded, Qian Xiao started to panic. Those thirteen and fourteen-year-old Martial Artists, some as tall as 1.7 meters, stood shoulder to shoulder in front of him, forming an impenetrable wall.

Facing the mockery of his nemesis, Haohao, Qian Xiao felt a suffocating pressure. His heart grew cold, and his limbs went icy with anger.

I had good intentions, leading everyone to follow the boss. Wasn't the future supposed to be infinitely bright? No, it was supposed to be a sea of stars! But no one followed me; instead, they looked down on me... It's as if Hell is empty and all its devils are here. These bullies are going too far.

While Qian Xiao was feeling aggrieved, a female Martial Artist with a few small freckles on her face launched a sneak attack, throwing a punch. She was a peak Third Grade Martial Artist, and she held nothing back in that punch; it had enough force to shatter marble!

CRACK—

A dull crack echoed—the sound of breaking bone.

Everyone looked on in admiration. What a powerful punch! To think she broke the boy's bones with one hit!

The girl also smiled faintly.

Yet Qian Xiao just scratched his head, having felt nothing from the punch; it was less than a mosquito bite. The female Martial Artist, on the other hand, slowly realized something was wrong with her hand…

Why does it suddenly hurt so much???

She instinctively looked at the source of the pain, only to see her entire arm hanging limply. It turned out she was the one whose arm was broken! After a moment of shock, the girl started bawling, tears streaming down her face as she cried, "It hurts so much!!!"

"Tsk, you'd even hit a girl?!" a male Martial Artist demanded, spitting.

"Waaah."

"I didn't..." Qian Xiao said, baffled. I didn't even move, so how could I have hit anyone?

Before he could finish, Qian Xiao was engulfed in a sea of fists. A moment later, a cacophony of agonized screams and cries erupted. They discovered that their attacking arms or kicking legs had all been fractured. Even those who struck him with wooden weapons found that not only did their wooden swords and sabers break, but a terrifyingly immense force was also transmitted back into their own bodies...

In the blink of an eye, all thirty people who had been attacking Qian Xiao were on the ground, wailing and crying. For a moment, their racket even overwhelmed the noise from Arenas Three, Four, and Six.

Haohao was sobbing, his eyes blurry with tears. "Waaah, Mommy, save me! My hand hurts so much…"

I'm actually this strong?

Qian Xiao was also stunned. He took a step forward, and the remaining Martial Artists retreated, their eyes filled with fear.

What kind of technique is this? Injure the enemy by a thousand, but suffer... no losses at all?

"I am Qian Xiao, Uncle Xu's chief disciple and the number one fighter of Galaxy Kindergarten! Come fight me if you dare!" Qian Xiao shouted, full of vigor.

His childish voice spread throughout the arena. Not a single person in the audience laughed; instead, countless astonished glances were cast his way.

They were starting to feel numb. How could these kids be so strong? They were countless times more powerful than these old folks were in their youth. In another ten years, no… in a maximum of three years, they would easily surpass us old Martial Artists with our withering bloodlines.

Qian Xiao, now the center of attention, was very smug. When he saw Xu Yiyi look over from afar, a jolt went through him. As the number one fighter, I can't lose face!

He continued to shout, "Come and fight!"

"..."

The hell we will. What is wrong with him? Is he poisonous? Anyone who touches him gets a broken bone...

"Don't come over here!" someone cried out anxiously. "There are only five advancement spots! We won't fight you anymore! You win!"

"No, please, I'm begging you to hit me," Qian Xiao said, cheekily sticking his head forward. "Come on, hit me quick. I need to show off in front of the boss."

The childish voice spread throughout the arena, leaving the competing boys and girls with faces of despair.

Is this guy a pervert? Why else would he beg people to hit him?

Seeing that no one was attacking, Qian Xiao got annoyed. "If you don't hit me, then I'm going to hit you!"

As he spoke, Qian Xiao threw a punch. He didn't even use much force, but a middle-stage Third Grade youth in front of him was sent flying backward for a full 2,000 meters!

PFFT—

The youth crashed into the wall in the farthest corner of the arena, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood. His face trembled as he uttered his last three words before passing out: "De-Devil..."

What followed was bloody and brutal.

Qian Xiao took out one kid after another with a single punch. Those who refused to submit and attacked on their own met an even worse fate, ending up with broken bones before being sent flying.

"I forfeit!"

"I forfeit too! Referee, save me..."

"Referee, my child forfeits! Get her out of there, please, save my kid!"

In an instant, Arena Number Nine became a scene of eliminations and forfeits. Within a few short minutes, only Qian Xiao was left standing.

The little guy looked lonely, clasping his hands behind his back as he sighed, "So this is what it feels like to be unbeatable. It's so lonely."

Everyone: "..."

The three referees looked at each other, puzzled.

Another prodigy. What is going on with East Sea this year? In previous years, we'd be burning incense just to have one talent like this appear.

Though there were pearls and jade that came before, the other arenas also had their share of fierce competitors, including a hidden early-stage Sixth Grade Martial Artist. He was just thirteen years old, also used a Sword, and was similarly sweeping through the competition!

These proud young people were unwilling to be mere background characters and all chose to fight hard, aiming to be the sole victor from their arena. Most were successful, but a few failed.

The battles were intense, and the outcomes were even more so. Out of two thousand competitors split into twenty areas, only twenty-three remained standing.

But the most dazzling stars were, without a doubt, Xu Yiyi, the wooden-sword girl Xu Die, Qian Xiao, Yun Jin, and the peak Sixth Grade young Martial Artist, Deng Shu.

"Your daughter is really impressive," Xu Wandao said, looking at Xu Lai with a complicated expression. His own disciple had lost miserably, not even fit to carry his opponent's shoes.

Xu Lai replied nonchalantly, "She's only been cultivating for a week. To reach this level is pretty average."

Xu Wandao: ???

He felt like cursing. You call this average? This young man is way too arrogant!

Xu Wandao was hot-tempered and was about to lecture Xu Lai on the saying 'there's always someone better out there,' when he heard the other party slowly add, "By the way, your Old Ancestor's talent is quite good. I just wonder if he can survive the Nascent Soul tribulation."

"..."

Xu Wandao's pupils shrank.

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