Chapter 667: To Reach the Top Eight, Must Beat the Kazekage

Three days after the preliminaries, the martial arts tournament officially began.

To distinguish it from the youth martial arts tournament, the Ninja Sect did not continue using the original venue.

Instead, they built a larger outdoor venue, with both the spectator stands and the fighters' arena twice the size of the youth tournament's.

The competition format hadn't changed; it was still the same old method of drawing numbers to determine the order of battles.

"Bless us, Immortal Muyue! Bless us, Sage of Six Paths! Let us draw a good lot!"

However, Wu Bin's subsequent series of smooth, somewhat instructive moves completely convinced Bo Jiasheng.

In Wu Bin's current understanding, he couldn't fully grasp how great Hawking's scientific achievements were, but in the field of popular science, Hawking was definitely a top figure in the scientific community.

The Devourer Daoist directly transformed into a massive black hole, with the terrifying power of the Law of Devouring surging forth and spreading throughout the entire Sea of Consciousness world, as if about to devour everything. Meanwhile, the burning primordial spirit of Rahu and the essence containing Rahu's inheritance were rapidly drawn in, appearing on the verge of being completely swallowed up.

Kuang San, possessing a divine-grade bloodline and needing not consider breakthrough barriers before the peak of the Nine-Turn Dou Zun, could naturally rely on this energy to reach that realm in one go.

Because he saw two giant hands transform into prehistoric beasts, with magma squeezed out by the muscles falling to the ground in chunks, while the Demon Gate, like a large object, was pulled into an oval shape in the giant demon's hands.

The three nobles felt puzzled. This person neither announced his name nor recited a poem praising plum blossoms; why did he suddenly come up and say this passage?

Modric Karl continued to tumble and bounce downwards, leaving his backpack, long pheasant-blade knife, and the passage at the top far behind.

Che Yun had absolute faith in Mo Qiong; she believed in his talent and composure, his will and intelligence.

After walking a hundred or so steps, Jing Hua suddenly remembered something. Earlier, as a precaution against any eventuality, he had set up a "Thunderlight Array." Disturbed by the Zhou siblings' commotion just now, his mind was somewhat vexed, and he had actually forgotten to retrieve the array flags.

The "Invisibility Technique" was renowned; it was a rare divine ability of the illusion system, attainable only at the Nascent Soul realm. Jing Hua was merely a Qi Condensation disciple, so how could he have disappeared without reason?

"You're so flirtatious and have such a hot body; any man would think that way. Isn't that so?" I retorted.

Just as Mo Wantong was coming out of the first-floor restroom with her head drooping, Aunt Wu had actually already gotten up.

Ye Shaofeng and Jiang Xinyu lived in Villa No. 1. To get from the cable car to Villa No. 1, they had to pass Villa No. 3. So Jiang Xinyu and Ye Shaofeng walked while enjoying the scenery, following behind Tang Shengming and Mo Wantong along the short stone path.

He also decided not to leave; since the Witch Emperor couldn't find him, he would lurk within the Rain Realm. He didn't believe that the five Saint Emperors would always accompany the Witch Emperor. After all, the Witch Emperor was in the open while he was hidden. He would simply avoid any place where the Witch Emperor appeared. As long as he didn't face the Witch Emperor directly, he would be very safe.

"Indeed, we can only watch helplessly. What else can we do?" Tang Yu shrugged and said with resignation.

Tang Yu's heart suddenly trembled, and he quickly averted his gaze, afraid that if he kept looking, he would make a fool of himself.

The angle was just right; not only did it capture the moment of sunrise, but there was also a video for Yan Ruo to slowly appreciate the entire process.

The Demon Abyss continuously gathered troops from the Holy Demon Nest, dividing them into ten armies that charged toward the Flying Fire Continent like ten arrows. Now, no one could stop the iron hooves of the Demon Abyss's army; it was only a matter of time before the Flying Fire Continent fell.

"That big ship... Leopold has set sail?" Chen Mo and Hai Ruo'ou floated on the water, watching the departing ship from afar.

Li Feng's frenzied assassinations were a nightmare for the other feudal lords, but for Pang Jiulong, it was an opportunity.