Chapter 1 Jing Ming

That evening, after the preliminary round ended, the World Center City official website released the schedule for this year's competition.

The seven human nations immediately noticed the name 'Jing Ming' among them.

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

"For five thousand years, besides Lord Jing Ming, no human martial artist has ever reached the highest arena. In the end, we still rely on Lord Jing Ming to take action again."

"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. Because being able to stand on the highest arena again is already an incredibly great success."

"I'm so moved that I can actually see 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 martial artist in my heart."

Countless humans were extremely excited.

After all, no human martial artist had reached the main competition for several consecutive competitions. Although they happily watched each competition, when a human martial artist stepped onto the arena, the passion of the seven human nations was ten or a hundred times stronger, and countless people were moved to tears!

"My father, my grandfather, my great-grandfather... my ancestor 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 enthusiastically, even running to the front of the Jing family's headquarters building to celebrate.

There were too many people celebrating, and the Jing family could only help maintain order.

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

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

...

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

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

Inside the contestant's booth.

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

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

At this moment, matches were taking place in the arena.

The main competition's strong contenders clashed in pairs, the winners advancing and the losers eliminated.

"Next is the 35th match of the first round of this year's Myriad Races Competition, between Jing Ming from the human race and Qiyu from the Giant God Race," the competition host Pan Qiu said loudly.

"Lord Jing Ming."

"Jing Ming."

"Lord Jing Ming will definitely win."

Countless people from the seven human nations, as well as the human audience at the scene, shouted Xu Jingming's name. They eagerly anticipated the appearance of the human race's greatest martial artist.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two figures appeared on the arena.

Qiyu of the Giant God Race was 37 meters tall, with a towering physique. Xu Jingming's physique was relatively much smaller. However, after the previous competitions, the audience no longer dared to underestimate weaker races, especially the main competition contestants of this year's competition, where weaker races accounted for nearly sixty percent.

"It's him?" Xu Jingming recognized his opponent. When he went to the registration point for the first competition, he had encountered two members of the Giant God Race.

The opponent in front of him was one of those two members of the Giant God Race.

Qiyu of the Giant God Race also had a high-dimensional life avatar outside, with extraordinary memory, and clearly remembered the scene back then.

"In the first competition, I failed to enter the main competition. But with the talent of the Giant God Race, I finally entered the main competition in the fifth competition, and I successfully entered the main competition again in the sixth competition." Qiyu of the Giant God Race was also 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 more and more difficult for me to improve, but these weak races are rising one by one." A cold glint flashed in Qiyu of the Giant God Race's eyes. "But if you want to defeat me, you'll have to see if you have the strength."

Boom!

Qiyu of the Giant God Race transformed into a blurry afterimage, and his huge foot had already stomped down.

"Whoosh." Xu Jingming moved, like a crane spreading its wings, extremely agile.

Bang!

At a speed exceeding 300,000 meters per second, Xu Jingming was like a stream of light, kicking Qiyu of the Giant God Race in the chest. Qiyu of the Giant God Race immediately widened his eyes, painfully clutching his chest.

"I admit defeat," Qiyu of the Giant God Race said with difficulty.

"Thank you," the Giant God Race said to Xu Jingming.

He knew very well that if this human expert had kicked him in the head instead of the chest, his brains would probably have turned into complete 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 were already in a sea of suffering, so why add another cut?

"Human Jing Ming wins," the competition host Pan Qiu shouted excitedly. "With just one move, human Jing Ming defeated Qiyu of the Giant God Race with just one move."

In the broadcast footage, Xu Jingming's terrifying kick was constantly being replayed.

Just one kick!

A Giant God Race expert painfully admitted defeat.

"Lord Jing Ming is so strong?"

"This, this..."

Countless people from the seven human nations couldn't believe it. They were already very happy that Lord Jing Ming could step onto the arena, but he defeated his first-round opponent with just one move? This surprise caught them a little off guard.

"Oh my god!"

"Does 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 how many rounds 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. Their greatest martial artist, 'Lord Jing Ming,' defeated one opponent after another 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. 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 strongest competitors," the competition host Pan Qiu's voice echoed throughout every corner of the arena and was heard by the myriad races' audience through the broadcast.

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

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

The entire audience erupted in cheers, especially the human and Demon Rat Race audiences. The Demon Rat Race audiences were generally less than half a meter tall, and they were jumping and cheering on their seats.

Whoosh whoosh.

Two figures appeared on the arena.

Xu Jingming's expression was also much more serious as he watched the small figure standing several thousand meters away—the Demon Rat Race expert 'Benoen'.

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

"He's only slightly taller than half a meter, probably about the height of my knee. With such a small physique, being able to make it into the top ten, his body's toughness must be even greater than mine," Xu Jingming observed his opponent.

"Human Jing Ming," the Demon Rat Race's Benoen also didn't dare to be careless. "He entered the second round of the main competition in the first competition, and he has been very relaxed in 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." Benoen moved.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The two of them transformed into two afterimages and instantly clashed.

"Wow."

"Their ultimate speeds have already broken through 400,000 meters per second."

"In an arena with a diameter of only ten thousand meters, they can maintain speeds exceeding 400,000 meters per second. Both their speed and flexibility are extremely terrifying."

The slow-motion replay clearly showed the scene of their battle.

Xu Jingming's movements were like illusions, and each move was terrifying, either with extremely strong penetrating power, or terrifying shockwave power, or sharp cutting power...

After ten seconds of fighting, Xu Jingming stopped, and the Demon Rat Race expert also stopped, staring at Xu Jingming.

"This Demon Rat Race's body is too tough." Xu Jingming looked at his opponent. The Demon Rat Race's fur was bristling all over his body, like sharp thorns. The thick fur layer caused any of Xu Jingming's moves to be stripped of a large amount of power.

"I have to make it so that he can't dissipate the force," Xu Jingming's body muscles swelled, and his height rose to two meters and seventy centimeters, his physique becoming much stronger and taller.

Back then, he had relied on this state to pass the first round of the main competition in the first competition.

"He's gotten bigger?" The Demon Rat Race expert Benoen 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's body, after being dissipated by the fur and transmitted to the body, would cause the Demon Rat Race to fly out like a ball, dissipating the force. The actual damage the body suffered was only a small portion.

The Demon Rat Race expert was also a Third Realm at the half-step level outside, and his mental power was also extraordinary.

Boom.

Xu Jingming moved again. His speed advantage made it impossible for the Demon Rat Race to escape. He didn't bother to escape either, instead actively迎战.

"Bang!!!"

"Demon Bear Heaven Splitting Style, Split the Heavens!!!" Xu Jingming's palm struck down with terrifying power. Although the Demon Rat Race dodged nimbly, the palm still struck the Demon Rat Race's shoulder, smashing the Demon Rat Race onto the ground of the arena.

The arena floor was indestructible. Even after experiencing competition after competition, it still had no damage.

At this moment, this palm smashed the Demon Rat Race into the ground, and the rebounding force of the hard ground also charged wildly through the Demon Rat Race's body, making him quite uncomfortable.

"There's no way to dissipate force on this ground." The Demon Rat Race expert panicked in his heart.

Back then, when Xu Jingming used the Demon Bear Heaven Splitting Style, he needed to accumulate power again after performing one move to perform another.

But after five thousand years of cultivation, his *Xin Shen Bing Zhan Fa* (Mind-Body Weapon Combat Technique) had also matured a lot. Xu Jingming's palms continuously struck out, one palm struck down, and the other palm followed! Both palms struck out furiously, without stopping at all.

The two palms were like two sledgehammers, wanting to smash the Demon Rat Race deep into the arena floor.

Each strike was difficult to dissipate force, and terrifying power was transmitted violently inside the Demon Rat Race, violently shaking him, causing his brains to shake, his blood and bones to shake. After just three palms, the Demon Rat Race was in pain and discomfort, and his mouth, nose, and ears were filled with blood.

"I admit defeat," the Demon Rat Race expert shouted.

Xu Jingming stopped.

"This body is really sturdy." Xu Jingming looked at the Demon Rat Race expert and secretly sighed in his heart, "I must seize the opportunity and win the championship in this competition. In the future, these ultra-small bodies will be very difficult to deal with. They can't be killed no matter how you hit them."

"If I had been hit any more, I would have been smashed to death. In this competition, the gap between me and the human Jing Ming is still relatively large." The Demon Rat Race expert also had self-awareness.

"Today's first match is over. Human Jing Ming has become the first contestant to enter the top five." The competition host Pan Qiu entered the arena, his voice resounding in the ears of countless viewers from the myriad races.