Chapter 266

Before him was a space radiating an aura of primeval wilderness.

This space was not large.

When Qin Feng entered, he saw that many, many contestants were already inside.

Most of them were alone, though some were in groups, likely friends, relatives, or fellow disciples.

At this moment, a system notification rang in Qin Feng's ears.

"Ding-dong~, you have entered the 【Primeval Space】 of the first round of the 【Rookie Tournament】. You are the 10, 86th contestant to enter the space.

Your number is 10086."

"Notification: This tournament will begin in one hour."

"Notification: You can view the rules for the first round in the task bar."

Qin Feng remained expressionless, clicked on the task bar, and found the mission.

【Martial Arts Assembly Rookie Tournament】 (First Round Selection Rules)

1. This round does not count points.

2. This round is limited to one hour.

3. In this round, there are no factions; everyone represents only themselves.

As long as you eliminate 100 contestants, you complete the mission and can finish the match early.

4. You may choose to forfeit in this round; forfeiting will immediately teleport you out of the competition space and count as elimination.

5. There are no restrictions on death or injury in this round. Please protect yourselves; life and death are not guaranteed!

6. One hour after this round ends, the second round, the Promotion Tournament, will begin!

Note: There are no restrictions on death or injury in this round, and no restrictions on carrying mission-level treasures.

Qin Feng's pupils constricted.

This Rookie Tournament is playing for keeps!

Just the lack of restrictions on death and injury makes it easy to imagine how bloody the tournament will be once it starts!

And the lack of restrictions on carrying treasures of any level is crucial.

If your strength isn't enough, make up for it with treasures!

Many treasures can unleash power infinitely close to that of a Saint-level expert.

That is terrifying.

"If I'm not mistaken."

Qin Feng analyzed according to the tournament designers' logic.

"This space was intentionally designed to be small."

"Because if the space were large, just finding people would take time."

"That is why it is so simple, crude, and direct."

"Just like the rules, it's completely unreasonable!"

"However, I like it."

Qin Feng smiled slightly.

Although this space is not large, it is capable of holding tens of thousands of experts.

Next.

Experts continued to arrive.

After learning the rules, they became wary of almost everyone.

Some experts even took out their weapons and magic treasures early.

The rules of this game were too barbaric.

It made the contestants extremely nervous.

Because the space was small, as more and more people entered.

Some contestants were even just a weapon's length away from each other!

Qin Feng was not panicked at all, quietly waiting for the tournament to begin.

"Ding-dong, please note, the first round of the Martial Arts Assembly Rookie Tournament is about to begin!"

Hearing the voice in his ears, Qin Feng's eyes lit up instantly.

At the same time, a long, ancient voice echoed in the Primeval Space.

"First round of the Martial Arts Assembly Rookie Tournament."

"Starting in five minutes, Observation Realm, activate!!!"

Outside the competition space.

A mirror several thousand meters long and wide appeared.

Inside the mirror was the real-time scene within the competition space.

The experts outside could see it all clearly.

They could even see the tiny pores on the contestants' skin!

"Good disciple, you must survive!"

"Son, your old man believes in you, give it your all!"

"Senior Brother, go for it! I believe you can do it!"

Li Li Ziye frowned.

He dared not activate his divine sense at this moment, fearing he would become a target.

He used his pair of divine eyes to search everywhere for the number 888 box, the expert who killed his brother.

As the most powerful member of the younger generation of the four great families of the Heavenly Wolf Star.

Li Li Ziye was currently at the peak of the Sub-Saint level.

Now, he had even obtained the 【Five Styles Fragment】 and acquired the skills of a Saint-level expert.

He could barely unleash the attack power of a limit Sub-Saint expert.

He wanted to find Qin Feng now.

And then let Qin Feng die slowly in resentment and despair.

"Damn it, where exactly is he?"

This space was not large, but it wasn't small either, and there were many experts.

It would be faster if he relied on divine sense to search.

But it was somewhat difficult to rely on eyesight alone.

Li Li Ziye couldn't find Qin Feng and sneered in his heart: "Fine."

"I'll let you live one more round."

The young girl Nishang stayed quietly in a corner.

Participating in such a cruel and barbaric tournament for the first time, she felt a bit nervous.

"Grandpa said my strength has reached the limit of the Sub-Saint level."

"There are almost no experts below the Saint level who can defeat me!"

"I cannot show a nervous or fearful expression, otherwise others will see through me and team up against me."

"I have strength, I am very powerful, I am not afraid!"

The young girl Nishang frantically comforted herself, building up her mental state.

"Grandpa was once a Saint-level expert; he wouldn't lie to me."

"I must trust Grandpa."

If Qin Feng knew her background, he would definitely complain.

Another existence similar to Luo Jia.

A portable grandpa, and a Saint-level one at that.

Simply a protagonist-template child of destiny.

Five minutes passed in a flash.

At this moment, the ancient and long voice of the Primeval Space sounded again.

"The first round of the Martial Arts Assembly Rookie Tournament, officially begins!"

At the same time.

"Ding-dong~, the first round of the Martial Arts Assembly Rookie Tournament has officially begun!"

Qin Feng's eyelids jumped suddenly! Finally, the first round had begun!

"Ding-dong~, the first round of the Martial Arts Assembly Rookie Tournament, officially begins!"

Boom, boom, boom!

Almost at the same time the system sounded.

Countless experts' auras erupted and raged, and countless exotic treasures were attacking and destroying everything!

At this moment, the competition trial space.

Contained tens of thousands of Sub-Saint peak and Sub-Saint limit existences!

What kind of scene was that?

Even experts of the same level seeing this scene,

Would be scared to death!

Overhead, underfoot, in the air, beside them.

Everywhere were barbaric auras and exotic treasures.

There was nowhere to hide!

Suddenly.

A sound came from Qin Feng's body.

Dong, dong!

With a swish.

Light flashed on Qin Feng's body.

【Super Round Light Shield】!

Qin Feng frowned; the skill 【Super Round Light Shield】 of his Saint-level equipment,

Had actually been activated by the ubiquitous battle aftershocks!

This shows how intense this sudden battle was!

"Get lost!"

Qin Feng let out a cold snort.

He used all the treasures he had bought from the auction house.

Suddenly, more than a dozen Saint-level offensive exotic treasures appeared around him!

And more than a dozen Saint-level defensive exotic treasures wrapped Qin Feng up like a rice dumpling!

Those were dozens of Saint-level exotic treasures!

The surrounding experts felt the dangerous aura coming from the exotic treasures.

They scrambled to dodge in a sorry state.

This person, Qin Feng, was actually this overbearing.

They looked at Qin Feng's location as if looking at a monster.

"Holy crap, is this the rich landlord's stupid son?

Is it necessary? Bringing so many Saint-level exotic treasures, is he here to open a shop?"

"Can't afford to offend him, can't afford to offend him, this guy is a lunatic."

"Damn it, rich people really can do whatever they want!"

The contestants were full of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

How could they not know the value of Saint-level exotic treasures?

Some contestants even dreamed of having just one.

And the exotic treasures on that rich landlord's stupid son in front of them.

Were all top-grade Saint-level exotic treasures!

They were both red-eyed with envy and fearful.

The experts next to Qin Feng looked unlucky and quickly moved far away from him.

They couldn't help but complain in their hearts.

How is this even playable?

With Qin Feng's full set of Saint-level defensive exotic treasures, even if he just stood there and let others hit him...

It would take an hour, and by then, the food would be cold!

What's terrifying is that Qin Feng has a pile of offensive exotic treasures; who would dare to approach?

A dozen exotic treasures attacking in turns, even a Sub-Saint limit expert couldn't hold on!

"Others carry two or three Saint-level treasures at most."

"Damn, this guy has piles of Saint-level treasures, it's simply cheating!"

"He just had a good birth; his starting line is my life's finish line."

Qin Feng smiled.

This was the result he wanted.

Without exposing his true strength prematurely.

He could still pass the tournament smoothly and safely.

There was only one simple, crude, and direct method.

That is to pile it up with money; in layman's terms, use the power of cash!

Qin Feng didn't care whether he could use divine sense or not at this point.

His mental power was so vast that he instantly shrouded the entire competition space.

And overbearingly suppressed the divine sense of all the contestants!

In fact, Qin Feng's divine sense was already no weaker than a Saint-level expert's.

It was just that his realm had not reached it yet.

He couldn't obtain the great divine abilities that only Saint-level experts have.

So these geniuses below the Saint level suddenly found their divine sense cut off!

Their heads felt as if they had been hit by a hammer out of thin air, splitting with pain.

"There is an expert among the contestants who is proficient in the Dao of the Primordial Spirit!"

"How is it possible, I have treasures on me that can protect the primordial spirit, yet I was suppressed just like that!"

"There is actually someone whose divine sense is more powerful and overbearing than mine; who is this expert!"

Under the shroud of Qin Feng's divine sense, the divine sense of all contestants was suppressed.

They dared not release their divine sense again; as soon as they did, they would be attacked by Qin Feng.

And Qin Feng's attacks were overbearing and strong enough.

Qin Feng already had a huge advantage, using his divine sense to quickly capture contestants who were about to be eliminated.

Soon, he disappeared with a swish.

SS-level talent, 【Blink】!

Qin Feng appeared suddenly with a pile of terrifying Saint-level treasures.

Giving the surrounding players a huge fright!

Qin Feng raised the corners of his mouth, commanding his offensive exotic treasures to attack the weak contestant in front of him frantically.

This contestant was already fighting multiple opponents and was seriously injured.

He didn't react at all.

He just saw overwhelming exotic treasures coming at his face.

Boom, boom, boom!

Under the successive attacks of Saint-level exotic treasures, the contestant didn't even have time to scream before being blown into slag!

"Notification: You have eliminated one contestant, current progress: 1/100."

Qin Feng looked coldly at the surrounding contestants.

Those contestants were originally very angry at Qin Feng's opportunistic behavior.

But seeing the pile of Saint-level treasures around Qin Feng, they retreated in fear.