Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System-Chapter 904 - 402: Holy Dragon Race? Invincible One? Nothing but Trash at My Feet!
The red light surged into the sky, dyeing the Star River a crimson red. After a series of chaotic tremors, the Ancient Path that emerged from the void began to emit strong waves.
Crack, crack, crack~
The surrounding space emitted groans it could barely bear. At the end of this Ancient Path, an indescribably powerful and majestic aura quietly emerged.
And then...
Buzz, buzz, buzz!!!
A dim light scattered in all directions, and the Ancient Path roared...
"Hahahahahaha!!! The Ancient Path has opened. Yaka Race’s young ones, show these advanced civilizations which race’s prodigies are worthy of the throne!!"
"Go, your efforts will materialize today!"
"Charge! Charge!! The one who ascends the throne shall enter the first sequence of my Lun Pisa and be cultivated as the highest heir!!"
In different Star Fortresses, nearly identical scenes began to unfold.
Various foreign race prodigies all looked at the endlessly shimmering Ancient Path, their eyes brimming with suppressed ambition and desire.
The True King Competition, to ascend the throne, to be king, is to soar to the skies!!
Those who could come here were the true prodigies among all races, and their eyes were fixed solely on that ultimate Blood Throne!
Within the Human Fortress, the situation was not much different from that of the other races.
Su Tu had yet to arrive, but the other prodigies were restless with anticipation. Dean Situ and others composed themselves and began to instruct these prodigies.
"The Ancient Path will open, and once inside, it will test your qualifications. Those deemed qualified will be the contenders and can fight at the end of the Ancient Path."
"For those unqualified, do not be discouraged; it just means the opportunity has not arrived for you."
"The Ancient Path is complex and treacherous, a space filled with danger and death. In the previous selection, even a Subspace Evil God appeared in that zone. You are the pillars of our Human Race, the future bearers of heaven, the pillars of the sky. Be exceedingly careful in all matters."
"Also, though there is only one throne ultimately, I hope you can assist each other within, and avoid internal conflict prematurely, weakening yourselves, for the foreign races will show no mercy."
Dean Situ looked at these vibrant youths before him, with a hint of unspeakable emotion in his eyes.
Among this group of youths, three stood in the depths; though silent, they seemed to be the center. Their auras were restrained, appearing no different from ordinary people.
But their eyes shone with a divine brilliance, unlike mere mortals.
"Lin An, Simu Jiuchen, Zhao Lanshan, as the current envoys of the Ten Celestial Martial Race, I hope you will perform well in this competition."
Dean Situ looked at the three and called their names out loud.
These three youths, hailing from the Ten Celestial Martial Race, truly noble by birth, had indeterminable cultivation levels, but the envoys of the past from the Ten Celestial Martial Race were never weak.
"Rest assured, Dean Situ, the three of us will unite the Human Race and work together. Although the renowned Invincible One has yet to arrive, with the three of us here, the throne is not unattainable."
Speaking was a refined gentleman holding a Jade Fan, his smile as refreshing as a spring breeze, named Lin An.
"Indeed, Uncle Situ! You shouldn’t overestimate that guy. The Invincible One isn’t that remarkable; stop worrying, it’ll be fine with me around!"
Simu Jiuchen held a large gourd, taking occasional swigs from it.
Meanwhile, Zhao Lanshan shook his head with a bitter smile, giving a slight bow to Dean Situ and said.
"Dean Situ, Jiuchen is straightforward. He means to tell you not to worry; we have always admired the Invincible One. If he’s around, this expedition is bound to be even smoother."
"I just wonder what might be holding him up."
Zhao Lanshan’s voice was exceptionally cold, yet surprisingly gentle in tone. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
At that moment.
Rumble!!!!
The Ancient Path once again erupted with terrifying roars, and the originally dazzling red light began to slowly sink, ultimately settling on both sides of the Ancient Path.
Forming a blood-red road.
"The Ancient Path is open!"
An academy dean declared loudly.
Situ Tianqing, seeing this, didn’t hesitate for a moment. With a grand wave of his hand, the fortress doors swung open with a roar.
"Gentlemen, any further words can wait for another day. We stay here, awaiting your triumphant return!"
With that, Dean Situ crossed his arms in the Martial Artist’s salute.
"We await your triumphant return!!"
The remaining deans followed suit.
At this moment, they were not the high-riding masters of the Martial Arts Academy, but fellow humans bidding farewell as their kin head to the battlefield.
In the next moment.
Human Race prodigies all ascended into the skies, like meteors streaking toward the Ancient Path.
Simultaneously, within other fortresses, countless meteors followed.
Numerous prodigies fell like rain, entering the blood-red Ancient Path... their fate unknown.
"I wonder how many of the children will return alive this time."
A dean sighed helplessly.
And this statement seemed to touch everyone’s heart, a trace of melancholy flashed in their eyes, and their expressions became solemn.
The blood-red Ancient Path, the True King Competition, life and death as the chess pieces, and the throne above.
Beyond this Ancient Path lie the graves of countless prodigies, and throughout history, aside from those who ascend the throne, the surviving prodigies of all races add up to scarcely a hundred.
This True King Competition is a massive gamble, with winners obtaining an invincible prodigy destined to ascend the Supreme and master the secret of the throne, while losers risk being severely weakened, resulting in a disrupted generation of prodigies.
"Su Tu, oh Su Tu, you rascal, where exactly are you..."
