War Sovereign Soaring The Heavens

What a joke!

Can this be detected intuitively?

At this moment, Duan Lingtian naturally saw that King Yong didn't believe him, but he didn't explain too much.

In fact, he naturally didn't rely on some 'intuition' to know that the token that King Yong got was 'No. 32', and he didn't just get 'No. 31 token' by virtue of intuition.

As early as when the young man holding the wooden plate boarded the auditorium they were in, his mental power had already detected the number on the forty tokens.

Of the forty tokens, the numbers on only two tokens are consecutive and opposite.

It is 'No. 31' and 'No. 32'.

It is also because of this that what happened next happened.

He asked King Yong to remove token No. 31.

And he directly draws the No. 32 token.

"An inscriber who is proficient in manipulating mental power can almost detect the numbers on the front of these covered tokens with mental power..."

Duan Lingtian's heart moved, and he secretly thought.

As a result, he didn't feel that he was so great.

"Duan Lingtian, you... are you an 'Inscription Pattern Master'?"

Soon, a surprised voice came from Duan Lingtian's ear.

It was King Yong's 'Yuanli Concentrating Sound'.

Obviously, the current King Yong, after recovering from the surprise just now, can already make an accurate judgment.

This time, Duan Lingtian didn't hold back any more, and nodded slightly.

King Yong couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, and continued to concentrate his voice and said: "You can detect the numbers on these tokens with mental power, which is enough to show that you are extremely proficient in manipulating mental power. His attainment is not low."

"Actually, you have amazing martial arts talent, so why waste time studying the 'Inscription Pattern Technique'... If you don't study the 'Inscription Pattern Technique', your current strength must be even stronger."

King Yong seemed to be a bit regretful when he talked about it later.

In his opinion.

Duan Lingtian's attainments in the 'Inscription Pattern Technique' are not low, which can also show that Duan Lingtian has put in a lot of hard work in this area, so he wasted a lot of time.

If Duan Lingtian can spend the wasted time on cultivation, his strength will definitely be stronger.

Duan Lingtian was naturally aware of King Yong's 'regret' towards him.

To this, he just shook his head and smiled.

Only he himself knows that his attainment of the 'Inscription Pattern Technique' is inherited from the 'Reincarnation Martial Emperor', and he has never wasted any time on it.

"Duan Lingtian, I thought I could see you make a move first... Now it seems that I can't."

Su Li sat beside Duan Lingtian and shook his head.

The token he drew was 'No. 237'.

"Good luck, no way."

Duan Lingtian shrugged and said cheekily.

No red face, no panting.

It was as if he was lucky enough to draw the 'Token 32'.

However, Su Li had no doubts.

After all, Su Li didn't know that it was Duan Lingtian who asked King Yong to draw the 'Token No. 31' just now.

A moment later, in the nine mid-level auditoriums, 360 young talents from 36 empires drew their own 'label tokens' one by one.

These tokens are marked with unique numbers.

"Now, please come to the stage with the young talents who have received tokens from 'No. 1' to 'No. 20'."

In the sky above the arena, the young man in white stood there, his face still stern, and he spoke in a deep voice.

At this time, the ten middle-aged men behind him instantly turned into a stream of light, and when they reappeared, they were already distributed in various areas above the Prisoner Arena.

The ten people deliberately separated a certain distance.

"Everyone, then I'll go up first."

Among the group of young talents in the Blackstone Empire, one person got the No. 3 token, and now he greeted Duan Lingtian and others, and flew up.

Duan Lingtian has an impression of this young talent.

It was the 'Gao Yuhai' who had fought against Long Yun back then. The weapon in his hand was a spiritual fan. A year ago, he was an eighth-level warrior of the Void Sight Realm, and he had comprehended the 'Small Sword Stance'.

"After a year, he has also broken through to the first level of Void Entry Realm."

Duan Lingtian looked at Gao Yuhai's back, and his heart skipped a beat.

As early as Gao Yuhai opened his mouth, Duan Lingtian's spiritual power had already enveloped him like a shadow, making his whole body invisible.

Entering the Void Realm Level 1!

Among the young talents of the major empires, although they are not at the bottom, they are only at the middle and lower levels.

Just now, Duan Lingtian deliberately investigated the cultivation of many young talents from various empires.

Among them, the weakest ones are some 'Void Void Realm Ninth Level Martial Artists'.

"The Ninth Level of Void Peeping Realm...Participating in the 'Dynasty Martial Arts Tournament' is just a formality."

Duan Lingtian secretly thought.

At this time, there were another nineteen young talents who came out from various middle-level auditoriums and gathered with Gao Yuhai.

"Token holder number 1 and token holder number 2, come to me."

Soon, a middle-aged man who was responsible for recording the results spoke, his voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by the twenty young talents who played.

Immediately, the two young talents quickly arrived at the middle-aged man's side.

"Token 3 owner and Token 4 owner, come to me."

Then, someone spoke again.

Soon, Gao Yuhai and another young talent came to the side of another middle-aged man who was in charge of recording the record.

The remaining sixteen young talents also took their positions.

Twenty young talents stand facing each other in groups of two.

And not far from every two confronting young talents, there is a middle-aged man standing there with a serious face, acting as a witness.

The battle is about to start!

"Originally, I was still worried... 360 people, if you just fight one-on-one slowly, one day is not enough. Now, these ten fights together are much more efficient."

Duan Lingtian looked at the twenty young talents facing each other, and sighed inwardly.

"The martial arts competition begins!"

At this moment, the young man in white, who was in the middle of the sky above Prisoner Arena, suddenly shouted softly.

Immediately, the young talents of the major empires who were divided into ten regions confronted each other, and they all took action one after another, using all their means.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

...

Incomparably swift figures passed by one after another.

Wherever it passes, the Yuan power soars, the 'Artistic Conception' follows like a shadow, and the spirit weapon even ruthlessly attacks the opponent.

In just one face-to-face meeting, six people conceded defeat.

The strength of these six people has been surpassed by their opponents in all directions, and there is no room for resistance at all.

If you don't admit defeat, you will be seriously injured, and may even be killed.

You know, on a stage like the 'Dynasty Martial Arts Competition', even if you were killed, it would be in vain.

After six people conceded, the other six advanced.

And the remaining eight people are still fighting in full swing there...

Eight people, divided into four groups, fought together.

Every two people in the battle are equal in strength, evenly matched for a while, and it is hard to tell the winner.

Among them was 'Gao Yuhai' from the Blackstone Empire.

Now, relying on the fifth-grade spiritual fan in his hand, Gao Yuhai unleashes all his vitality and the "artistic conception of a heavy sword", and fights fiercely with his opponent.

His opponent is also a first-level warrior of the Void Realm, also has a fifth-grade spiritual weapon, and his 'artistic concept' is also comparable to him, and his strength is not inferior to him.

However, even though they are similar in strength, at this time, what they are fighting for is combat experience and various skills.

hum! hum! hum! hum! hum!

...

When Gao Yuhai raised his hand, the fifth-grade spiritual fan in his hand flew out, turning into a fan-shaped light that covered the sky, covering his opponent.

Wow!

And in the hands of Gao Yuhai's opponent, the fifth-grade spiritual spear also trembled suddenly, and the swift shadow of the spear swept out, following like a shadow to meet the fan-shaped sword light that filled the sky.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

...

Every time the fifth-grade spiritual sword is swept out, a fan-shaped light will be destroyed.

It's a pity that Gao Yuhai was clearly prepared, and at the moment when the fan-shaped sword light was completely annihilated by the opponent, and a smug smile appeared on the opponent's face, he struck like a thunderbolt.

Whoosh!

hum!

As Gao Yuhai's figure was turbulent, his whole body seemed to turn into a knife, and he slashed straight at his opponent.

The spiritual fan in his hand made an ear-piercing sound of piercing through the air.

"It's a pity... this person's strength is no worse than Gao Yuhai's."

Seeing Gao Yuhai defeated his opponent, Duan Lingtian shook his head, feeling sorry for Gao Yuhai's opponent.

Gao Yuhai's opponent, it was because of his carelessness that Gao Yuhai could take advantage of it.

"No. 3 wins!"

At this time, the middle-aged man who was in charge of registering the records of Gao Yuhai and his opponent made a cold voice.

At the same time, there was more paper and pen in his hand, and he began to record.

"Concession."

At the critical moment, Gao Yuhai, who knocked his opponent away with his fan, smiled and nodded to the defeated opponent.

"Thank you for your mercy."

But Gao Yuhai's opponent responded sincerely.

Obviously, he also knew that if Gao Yuhai hadn't turned the spiritual fan in his hand into a 'fan' to attack in time, he would have died under Gao Yuhai's fan now, and it was impossible for him to be traumatized internally.

Compared with Gao Yuhai's merciful subordinates, the other six people are completely different.

The six were evenly matched, and they were jealous.

In the end, two people died and one was seriously injured.

The other three who won were more or less injured.

"good."

Seeing that Gao Yuhai returned victorious and won glory for the Blackstone Empire, King Yong nodded in satisfaction.

"This Gao Yuhai is a nice guy."

Duan Lingtian watched Gao Yuhai take his seat and secretly praised him.

"Young talents who have drawn tokens from No. 21 to No. 40, go on stage."

At this moment, the young man in white spoke again.

"It's my turn."

Duan Lingtian smiled. Although he knew that he didn't need to make a move in this battle, he still stepped up into the air and joined the other eighteen young talents.

Immediately afterwards, the ten middle-aged men began to call people to their side.

"Token 31 owner and Token 32 owner, come to me."

When a middle-aged man's voice came, Duan Lingtian went straight over.

"Ok?"

Seeing that there was only Duan Lingtian alone, and the rest of the young talents were already in place, the middle-aged man frowned, "Where's the other one?"

"What's your number?"

Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged man looked at Duan Lingtian and asked.