Yu Rui's face stiffened: "My lord, what does this mean?"

Seeing her nervous look, Qin Sheng laughed and said, "Just kidding, I was just thinking about it when I was bored."

Yu Rui: ...

Stretching, Qin Sheng pondered, "When does the third round start?"

"Starting tomorrow, the top four will be determined over three days, and the champion will be decided on the last day."

"It's pretty fast."

Qin Sheng seemed to be deep in thought.

The next step should be the award ceremony, which will also be the first large-scale operation of the Creation Cult. Should we hold a pre-battle mobilization?

"He's starting to look like he's becoming a cult leader..."

Qin Sheng muttered to himself, "Probably not. He just wants to solve his lifespan problem and do some experiments along the way."

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, this large-scale operation will be the last time the Creation Cult makes an appearance.

...

"This is the final match of the quarterfinals! It's also the first time in this year's martial arts exam that two third-level candidates have met! Whoever wins will be the final one to reach the semifinals!"

Ye Bufan and the others, being third-tier martial artists, had defeated most of their opponents with a single move, and entered the final stage without any suspense.

"Brother Ye, I told you we'd fight again during the martial arts exam."

On the ring, Qi Jie's baseball bat bounced off the ground and bounced back and forth between his hands.

"I won't show any mercy."

"Of course not."

Qi Jie raised an eyebrow: "Same old rule as before, if I win you call me Brother Jie, and I'll protect you from now on."

"What if you lose?" Ye Bufan retorted. "I can't always be the one suffering losses."

"If I lose, I'll grant you one request, as long as it's within my capabilities," Qi Jie said.

"good."

Qi Jie's grip on the baseball bat tightened, and his gaze remained fixed on Ye Bufan, showing how much pressure Ye Bufan was putting on him.

The main venue was packed with people, all there to watch this year's epic showdown between the prodigies.

"Third-tier martial artists, are they all cheating?"

"Indeed, the gap between people is sometimes greater than the gap between people and beasts. I haven't even broken through to the Martial Artist level yet!"

"Three-tier against three-tier, in previous martial arts exams this strength would have secured the top spot long ago. I didn't expect that this year they might not even make it into the top four."

Who do you think has the best chance?

"Of course I'm betting on Brother Jie! He always finishes the fight in one go, so I'm sure I'll make a fortune!"

"Tsk tsk, I don't think so."

The audience was engaged in a lively discussion, except for one person who quietly glanced around, not joining in.

This is the main venue, where the finals will also be held, as will the awards ceremony. Taking this opportunity, Qin Sheng briefly observed his surroundings and added details to his plan.

As for the outcome, there was no suspense at all.

"start!"

At the referee's signal, two figures rushed out onto the stage, leaving only fleeting afterimages for the audience to see.

Bang!

The baseball bat slammed down, scraping against the blade of his fist, sparks flying.

The baseball bat was visibly pressing down, suppressing Ye Bufan with force.

With a loud bang, Ye Bufan dissipated the force and, taking advantage of the baseball bat slamming into the ground, kicked Qi Jie in the head.

With a muffled thud, Qi Jie was blasted several meters away by the force. He shook his aching arm and said, "Not bad strength, but still a bit weaker than mine!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Jie rushed out again and engaged Ye Bufan in battle.

The fist blades and baseball bat expanded continuously, exploding into dense sparks like a fireworks display, and most spectators could only catch a glimpse of the two figures at the moment of impact.

Click...

A crack appeared in the ground, barely able to withstand the aftershocks of their fight.

Bang!

The baseball bat slammed into his fist, and Qi Jie shouted, "I won't let you get away again!"

In an instant, the veins on his hands bulged, as if they were filled with immense power, yet Ye Bufan's expression remained unchanged.

Rumble!

With a tremendous roar, dust exploded, making it difficult for the audience to see what was happening in the arena for a moment.

Qi Jie's expression changed as well. He knew from the feel of the baseball bat that his shot had landed on the ground and had not hit Ye Bufan.

A chill ran down his spine, and Qi Jie instinctively turned and drew his staff.

With a whoosh, the dust was swept away by the strong wind from the baseball bat, revealing Ye Bufan crouching down close.

"Your intuition is truly terrifying."

Ye Bufan sighed, but showed no mercy. Taking advantage of Qi Jie's wide and powerful movements, he landed a Rising Dragon Fist on Qi Jie's chin!

Bang!

After tracing a graceful arc in mid-air, Qi Jie landed silently.

"The victor is Ye Bufan!"

"Oh ho ho!"

"Ye Bufan is awesome! He'll teach the people from other districts a lesson they need to learn!"

"Hmph, coming to our District Seven will only get you beaten up!"

"Leave the dragon's remains in District Seven!"

Ye Bufan smiled and glanced at the audience, waved politely, and then stepped off the stage.

"Brother Ye, you went a bit too far."

Qi Jie straightened his chin and opened his mouth to complain.

"You're not much better yourself."

Ye Bufan said irritably, raising his hand which was still trembling slightly, and rubbed it a couple of times, complaining, "How come your strength is so terrifying?"

Qi Jie shrugged: "I don't know either, it's been like this since I was little."

"Alright, I can't chat with you anymore. I have to go to the side arena for the loser's bracket. I wish you good luck with your draw." Qi Jie waved and left the preparation area.

They were the two in the final round of the quarterfinals, and the other three were also confirmed.

Yu Rui, Shang Wu, Xu Gezhen, and Ye Bufan.

If you encounter Yu Rui, that's fine. Her weapon is overpowered, so she'll probably be banned and you'll have to switch to a weapon provided by the martial arts exam.

Shangwu's sword energy was a bit troublesome, but he was also confident.

Xu Gezhen seems to be at the peak of the second tier. If we are cautious, there shouldn't be any major problems.

After considering the situation, Ye Bufan was about 50-60% confident of taking the top spot, but at this moment he let out a long sigh.

"It will still take some time before we reach the fourth tier..."

Zhang Xiande once said that if one reaches the fourth level before the end of the martial arts exam, one will naturally receive an invitation from the Kaitian Academy.

He believed he had broken through his cultivation level quickly. Even without hitting a bottleneck, he had reached the third rank, but he was still a week or two away from becoming a fourth-rank martial artist.

Is this really possible?

Ye Bufan shook his head, dismissing his doubts.

Just because he can't do it doesn't mean other geniuses can't. This world has never lacked amazing people.

"Junior, what's wrong? Why are you looking so gloomy?"

"Senior Zhang?"

Zhang Xiande sat down next to him and handed him a cup of milk tea.

"Senior, what are you doing here?" Ye Bufan asked in surprise.

"The Creation Cult, I suppose." Zhang Xiande glanced around and reminded them, "The Creation Cult will probably make its move in the next day or two. Once you get your hands on the dragon beast remains, remember to protect yourself first."

He looked at Ye Bufan seriously, which made Ye Bufan sit up straight.

"Junior, if we encounter danger, don't try to save the dragon beast's remains. If necessary, you can throw them away. Your own life is the most important thing, understand?"