Chapter 1 The Tournament Schedule

That evening, after the preliminaries concluded, the World Center City's official website released the schedule for this year's competition.

The seven nations of the human race immediately noticed the name "Jing Ming."

"Lord Jing Ming, after five thousand years, once again fights in the Myriad Races Competition!"

"Five thousand years. Aside from Lord Jing Ming, no other human warrior has reached the highest stage. In the end, we still have to rely on Lord Jing Ming to make another appearance."

"Lord Jing Ming is over five thousand years old and already quite elderly. Regardless of his performance in this competition, I will still admire and respect him. Just being able to stand on the highest stage again is already an incredible success."

"I'm so moved. I can't believe I'm actually seeing Lord Jing Ming participate in the Myriad Races Competition in my lifetime."

"Even if Lord Jing Ming is eliminated in the first round, he will still be the greatest warrior in my heart."

Countless humans were incredibly excited.

After all, for several consecutive competitions, no human warrior had made it to the main event. Although they still enjoyed watching each competition, the passion of the seven human nations was ten or a hundred times stronger when a human warrior stepped onto the stage, and countless people were moved to tears!

"My father, my grandfather, my great-grandfather... my ancestors from over five thousand years ago, were all fans of Lord Jing Ming. Our family has been fans of Lord Jing Ming for generations!"

"Lord Jing Ming, I love you!"

Countless people celebrated wildly, even running to the front of the Jing family's headquarters to rejoice.

With so many people celebrating, the Jing family could only help maintain order.

"The ancestor is participating in the competition." The Jing family members felt both proud and nervous. They were also worried that the ancestor would die in the Myriad Races Competition. After all, the Jing family's glory mainly relied on the ancestor.

"He's already so old, why does he have to participate in the competition?" Many Jing family members didn't understand.

...

Amidst the expectations of all races, the Myriad Races Competition finally officially began.

The arena, suspended 108,000 meters in the air, was now packed with hundreds of millions of spectators, their cheers sweeping across the entire venue like a tsunami.

Inside the competitor's lounge.

Xu Jingming stood alone in the lounge, looking around. He still vividly remembered five thousand years ago, when his parents, younger siblings, assistant Ni Yun, bodyguards, and servants had all gathered here, cheering and nervously watching his battles.

"Coming to the Myriad Races World is both fate and a tribulation. And I must transcend this tribulation." Xu Jingming's eyes were calm, but his will was unshakable.

At this moment, matches were underway in the arena.

The powerhouses of the main event were clashing in pairs, the victors advancing and the losers being eliminated.

"Next is the 35th match of the first round of this year's Myriad Races Competition, featuring Jing Ming from the human race against Qi Yu from the Giant God race," the competition host, Pan Qiu, announced loudly.

"Lord Jing Ming."

"Jing Ming."

"Lord Jing Ming will win."

Countless people from the seven human nations, as well as the human spectators present, shouted Xu Jingming's name, eagerly anticipating the appearance of the human race's greatest warrior.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two figures appeared in the arena.

Qi Yu of the Giant God race was 37 meters tall, his physique towering. Xu Jingming's size was relatively much smaller. However, after the previous competitions, the audience no longer dared to underestimate weaker races, especially among the main event competitors of this year's competition, where weaker races accounted for nearly sixty percent.

"It's him?" Xu Jingming recognized his opponent. During the first competition, when he went to register, he had encountered two members of the Giant God race.

The opponent before him was one of those two Giant God race members.

Qi Yu of the Giant God race also had a high-dimensional life clone outside, possessing extraordinary memory. He also clearly remembered the scene from back then.

"During the first competition, I failed to enter the main event. But with the Giant God race's talent, I finally entered the main event in the fifth competition, and in the sixth competition, I successfully entered the main event again." Qi Yu of the Giant God race was equally unwilling to give up.

He didn't want to die.

He wanted to survive this tribulation and leave the Myriad Races World.

"It's becoming increasingly difficult for me to improve, but these weaker races are rising one after another." A cold glint flashed in Qi Yu's eyes. "But if you want to defeat me, let's see if you have the strength."

Boom.

Qi Yu of the Giant God race transformed into a blurry afterimage, his massive foot already stomping down.

"Whoosh." Xu Jingming moved, resembling a crane spreading its wings, incredibly agile.

Bang!

At a speed exceeding 300,000 meters per second, Xu Jingming was like a streak of light, kicking Qi Yu of the Giant God race in the chest. Qi Yu's eyes immediately widened, and he painfully clutched his chest.

"I concede," Qi Yu of the Giant God race managed to say with difficulty.

"Thank you," the Giant God said, looking at Xu Jingming.

He knew very well that if this human powerhouse hadn't kicked him in the chest but instead in the head, his brains would probably have been completely turned into mush, killing him instantly.

Xu Jingming had indeed shown mercy.

Since he could win so easily, why bother killing? High-dimensional lifeforms trapped in the Myriad Races World who couldn't escape were already in a sea of suffering, so why add another blow?

"Human Jing Ming wins," the competition host, Pan Qiu, excitedly announced. "With just one move, human Jing Ming defeated Qi Yu of the Giant God race with a single move."

The broadcast was constantly replaying Xu Jingming's terrifying kick.

Just one kick!

A powerhouse of the Giant God race painfully conceded.

"Lord Jing Ming is so strong?"

"This, this..."

Countless people from the seven human nations couldn't believe it. They were already happy that Lord Jing Ming could make it to the competition. To defeat his first-round opponent with just one move? This surprise caught them a little off guard.

"Heavens!"

"Could Lord Jing Ming have a chance to compete for first place?"

"I think everyone should calm down and not put too much pressure on Lord Jing Ming. No matter which round Lord Jing Ming can advance to or what ranking he can achieve, we should always support Lord Jing Ming."

"We will always support Lord Jing Ming."

...

The Myriad Races Competition continued.

The surprise of the seven human nations continued as their greatest warrior, 'Lord Jing Ming,' defeated his opponents with overwhelming force.

Giant God race, Five-Colored Dragon race, Sea Tiger race, Dwarf race—one powerful opponent after another fell before Xu Jingming. No opponent lasted more than ten seconds against Xu Jingming, and in one round, Xu Jingming even received a bye.

After five rounds of competition, Xu Jingming officially entered the top ten!

******

"Today will be the sixth round of this competition, where the top five will be selected from the ten powerhouses," the competition host, Pan Qiu, announced, his voice resonating throughout the arena and reaching the ears of countless viewers through the broadcast.

"There will be a total of five matches, each of which will be incredibly exciting."

Pan Qiu said, "The first match will be between Jing Ming from the human race and Benuen from the Demon Rat race."

The entire audience erupted in cheers, especially the human and Demon Rat race spectators. The Demon Rat race spectators, generally less than half a meter tall and quite small, stood on their seats, jumping and cheering.

Whoosh, whoosh.

Two figures appeared in the arena.

Xu Jingming's expression also became much more serious as he observed the small figure standing several thousand meters away—the Demon Rat race powerhouse, 'Benuen.'

"Finally, I've encountered a truly small opponent." Xu Jingming didn't dare to be careless. Although the Dwarf race member he encountered in the previous round was shorter than him, their sizes were still relatively similar.

"He's just over half a meter tall, probably the height of my knee. To be able to make it into the top ten with such a small size, his body's resilience must be even greater than mine." Xu Jingming observed his opponent.

"Human Jing Ming." Benuen of the Demon Rat race also didn't dare to be careless. "He entered the second round of the main event in the first competition, and he's been very relaxed throughout this competition, never being forced to reveal his true strength."

"Very well, let this human Jing Ming verify the results of my five thousand years of cultivation." Benuen moved.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The two of them transformed into two afterimages, instantly clashing.

"Wow."

"Their maximum speeds have already exceeded 400,000 meters per second."

"In an arena with a diameter of only ten thousand meters, they can maintain speeds of over 400,000 meters per second while moving at such high speeds. Both their speed and agility are extremely terrifying."

The slow-motion replays clearly showed the scenes of their clash.

Xu Jingming's movements were like illusions, each move incredibly terrifying, with either extremely strong penetrating power, terrifying shock force, or sharp cutting ability...

After fighting for ten seconds, Xu Jingming stopped, and the Demon Rat race powerhouse also stopped, staring at Xu Jingming.

"This Demon Rat race's body is too resilient." Xu Jingming looked at his opponent. The Demon Rat race member's fur was currently standing on end, like sharp thorns. The thick layer of fur dissipated a large amount of force from any of Xu Jingming's moves.

"I have to prevent him from being able to dissipate force." Xu Jingming's body muscles expanded, his height increasing to two meters and seventy centimeters, his physique becoming much more robust and stalwart.

That was how he had passed the first round of the main event in the first competition.

"He's gotten bigger?" The Demon Rat race powerhouse, Benuen, was cautious. "What if you get bigger? Even if your strength and speed are stronger than mine, you can't do anything to me. As for mental influence? Your mental power can't shake me either."

Any blow that landed on the Demon Rat race member, after being dissipated by the fur and transmitted to the body, would cause the Demon Rat race member to fly out like a ball, the force dissipated. Only a very small portion of the damage was actually borne by the body.

The Demon Rat race powerhouse was also a half-step third realm existence outside, with extraordinary mental power.

Boom.

Xu Jingming moved again. His advantage in speed made it impossible for the Demon Rat race member to escape. He didn't bother escaping either, instead proactively迎战.

"Bang!!!"

"Demon Bear Heaven Splitting Style, Heaven Splitting!!!" Xu Jingming's palm struck down with terrifying force. Although the Demon Rat race member dodged nimbly, the palm still struck his shoulder, smashing the Demon Rat race member onto the arena floor.

The arena floor was indestructible. Even after countless competitions, it still bore no scars.

But at this moment, the force of this palm, striking the ground and the rebound force from the hard ground colliding within the Demon Rat race member, caused him considerable discomfort.

"There's no way to dissipate force on this ground." The Demon Rat race powerhouse panicked inwardly.

When Xu Jingming used the Demon Bear Heaven Splitting Style in the past, he needed to build up momentum again after performing one move before he could perform another.

But after five thousand years of cultivation, his *Mind and Divine Weapon Battle Art* was much more mature. Xu Jingming continuously struck out with both palms, one palm striking down, followed immediately by the other! The two palms struck down in succession, without stopping at all.

The two palms were like two large hammers, about to smash the Demon Rat race member deep into the arena floor.

With each strike difficult to dissipate, the terrifying force was transmitted violently within the Demon Rat race member, causing him to shake violently, his brain, blood, and bones all shaking. After just three palms, the Demon Rat race member was in so much pain that his mouth, nose, and ears were filled with blood.

"I concede," the Demon Rat race powerhouse shouted.

Xu Jingming stopped.

"This body is really tough." Xu Jingming looked at the Demon Rat race powerhouse, inwardly sighing, "I must seize the opportunity and win the championship in this competition. In the future, these ultra-small-sized opponents will be very difficult to deal with. No matter how you hit them, they won't die."

"If I were struck again, I would be struck to death. The gap between me and the human Jing Ming is still relatively large in this competition." The Demon Rat race powerhouse also had self-awareness.

"The first match of today is over. Human Jing Ming has become the first competitor to enter the top five." The competition host, Pan Qiu, entered the arena, his voice echoing in the ears of countless viewers from all races.