God of Fishing

The fifth day.

On the No. 108 competition island, experts were everywhere. Almost a million Sky Opening Realm experts had gathered here. This day was the first day of the competition. Anyone who could come to watch the competition had come.

At this moment, Feng Xingliu, Cao Mengde, and the others were exclaiming when they saw their opponents in the competition.

Cao Mengde said, "Good lord, I'm directly matched with an expert ranked above 21,000. Will I encounter a peak-level late-stage Star Transformation Realm expert?"

Wu Bufan said, "I'm even more unlucky! I'm actually matched with someone ranked 19,012nd. I'm a little trembling and my legs are soft."

Feng Xingliu didn't believe them at all. He sneered. "Why? Are you trembling in excitement? Are you excited that you can finally go on a rampage after enduring all these years?"

Although Feng Xingliu was simple-minded, he was not an idiot. In the fourth round of qualifiers, these guys all had more merits than him. He didn't believe that it was all because of Han Fei. He had followed Han Fei from the wilderness all the way to the Divine Capital Dynasty. How could he, Feng Xingliu, not know Han Fei's personality?

He didn't believe that Han Fei would work for them.

Feng Xingliu felt very embarrassed. He came with the purpose of crushing this competition! But the reality was that this competition was much more terrifying than he imagined. It was the first time he had seen so many strong masters much stronger than him.

In particular, Feng Xingliu's opponent was an expert ranked 26,061st. This ranking made Feng Xingliu lose his last bit of face.

In any case, in the eyes of others, people like Zhou Run and Cao Mengde were still junk. Although the battle arrangements for the arena matches were mostly based on the results of the fourth round, the results of the first two rounds were also important. Otherwise, Wu Bufan and the others would have ranked higher.

Zhou Run, on the other hand, didn't care about that. He asked, "Is Brother Fei not back yet?"

Feng Xingliu snorted. "He has so many merits. I heard that he has been staying in the Dao Enlightenment Palace for a long time. Don't worry about him. Are there any bets about the arena matches? Let's make some money!"

Zhou Run said, "I'm afraid not! The previous rounds of the competition were too intense. There are ten arenas that can accommodate ten teams of contestants to fight at the same time. And assuming an average fighting frequency of as many as 50 battles in each arena, it will take nearly three months to finish the first round. Now everyone is not familiar with the contestants and will not blindly bet."

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind everyone. "Don't think about making money now. The reason why there are only ten arena matches in the Sky Opening Realm is to let more people gain insights from these competitions."

Hearing this voice, everyone quickly turned around.

Feng Xingliu asked in surprise, "Han Fei? When did you come back?"

Han Fei grinned and said, "I came out at midnight, so I went back to take a nap."

Everyone immediately looked at Han Fei's wrist. Needless to say, they had already heard that Han Fei had exchanged for two ultra-quality godly weapons alone.

Han Fei smiled and said, "Merit points are meant to be used. Don't look. I'm almost done spending them. As for the opponents, why hasn't my opponent appeared?"

Zhou Run said, "Brother Fei, you have to go to the referee for a pairing. Because the contestants' strength will be suppressed to the same realm in the competition, the pairings are random, but the gap between the opponents won't be too large, which is usually about ten thousand places."

Han Fei nodded slightly. This way of pairing was not a problem. Although some people would definitely encounter absolute strong masters, it was still fair for most people.

Of course, a body refiner like Han Fei who also cultivated the soul could be considered a bug in this match.

…

Han Fei, Zhou Run, and the others walked through the crowd majestically. Many people erupted with strong fighting intent when they saw Han Fei.

Because their realms had been suppressed, no one was afraid of anyone in the arena matches. And Han Fei's name was almost known to everyone recently. If they could defeat him, they would make a name for themselves.

Of course, most people knew their limits. There was also a difference in strength in the same realm. Although these people were arrogant and felt that they were Heavenly Talents, they didn't dare to challenge Han Fei, Zhao Qinglong, and Feng Yu one-on-one to make a name for themselves.

When Han Fei came to the referee, the referee nodded slightly. "You're out?"

"Yes."

The referee said, "Raise your hands."

The referee pointed at the air, and the lines on Han Fei's qualification token spread out, and a number appeared on his wrist. The number was 9,527, which meant that Han Fei was going to fight the expert ranked 9,527th in the fourth round.

…

Outside the 108th arena, in a Sky Opening Realm restaurant, Qin Feng was eating the famous crab roe soup of the Divine Capital Dynasty while chatting with his two friends.

He said, "The subsequent rewards in this competition actually have little to do with us. But let me tell you, you still have to think of a way to squeeze into the top 10,000 in this competition. In this way, you might be able to attract the attention of the major factions such as the Fist Light Mountain, the Ghost Strait, the Gate of Heaven, and the Capital of Horror. Once recruited by them, itinerant cultivators like us will have a better future."

A person next to him sighed. "How can it be easy? The top ten thousand! Brother Qin, among us, you are the strongest. I'm afraid only you can have a try. As for the two of us, we've discussed it and decided to go to the Sky Crater World! As the saying goes, wealth comes from danger. Although the Sky Crater World has always been a battlefield, it's an excellent place for cultivation."

Qin Feng frowned and said, "Brother Li, Brother Wen, you can't just give up…"

Clank ~

Suddenly, Qin Feng's wrist band vibrated, and a golden light flashed on it. Qin Feng grinned and said, "Oh! It seems that my opponent is one step ahead of me! Let me see his ranking…"

The two people next to him also stuck their heads over. One of them smiled and said, "Brother Qin, as long as your opponent is not among the top 5,000, you'll definitely win."

"That's right. Brother Qin, with your strength, I estimate that you can enter the top 3,000."

Buzz!

However, as soon as they finished speaking, a number appeared on Qin Feng's qualification token.

Yes, it was A f*cking number, which was "1, Han Fei".

"Huh? Well~"

"Hiss ~"

The smile on Qin Feng's face instantly disappeared and his face turned black.

For a moment, the three of them were silent. The other two looked at each other, not knowing how to comfort Qin Feng, but they didn't know what to say. The probability of this happening is one in 80,000! You're really "lucky"!

Bang!

Suddenly, Qin Feng slammed the table and changed the topic. "Brother Li, Brother Wen, I suddenly feel that the Sky Crater World might be more suitable for me. It's actually not bad to accumulate merits there. Let's go there together."

…

When Han Fei drew the opponent named Qin Feng, he saw a match description, which read 8-808. This meant that Han Fei would be in the eighth arena, the 808th game.

This distribution was random, but there was one advantage. That was, if you didn't want to watch the entire battle, you could instruct your attendant. The attendant would constantly pay attention to the changes in the competition and quickly give feedback to you.

However, Han Fei was not arrogant enough to give up watching such an important game.

Those who could survive to this day were all the best in their realm. If the physique and soul were at the same level, even someone who had reached the perfected Star Transformation Realm wouldn't be their match.

In this ten-thousand-year competition, there were no rewards except for the top ten. Why did everyone try their best to show their strength? Because even if there were no rewards, there might be opportunities.

Similar to the Sea Establishment realm arenas, there were some special spectator stands set up in the arenas for the Sky Opening realm. Although it was the first day of the competition, nearly 50 special spectator stands had appeared in every corner or in the sky above the arenas.

In the East Sea Divine Realm, besides powerful forces such as the Fist Light Mountain and the Gate of Heaven, there were also relatively weaker forces that weren't so famous. However, this didn't mean that they were weak. On the contrary, those small forces who could choose talents here actually all had Monarchs.

In the wilderness, if one was only in the perfected Star Transformation Realm, it wasn't enough to establish a sect and become an absolute power. At most, they could only gather a mobile castle, but it couldn't compare to the top factions.

There was an uproar in the field. The referee stood proudly in the air and shouted, "Be quiet."

The echoes resounded and the majesty of a Monarch enveloped this place. The scene quickly fell silent.

Then, the referee said, "Now, as the chief referee of this 100,000-year competition, I'll announce the rules of the arena matches. Please bear it in mind."