Chapter 1284 A Gift
"This guy, his hands weren't this heavy two days ago, were they?"
Inside Hai Esha's body was Saint Moon Divine Venerable.
Even if Hai Esha's strength was only at the first level of Hedan, Dan would not necessarily lose even when facing the third level of Hedan.
The people in front of him were even less worth mentioning in the eyes of Saint Moon Divine Venerable.
Saint Moon Divine Venerable's ultimate goal was to join the final arena... He wanted to give Chen Yang a gift.
"The qualifiers for the main competition are as follows... Venerable Hai."
As the spots appeared, Hai Esha's name was etched into everyone's minds.
This Hai Esha was extremely heavy-handed, leaving people either dead or injured!
Hai Esha naturally would not reveal his true name. In a dark corner in the distance, upon hearing the name Venerable Hai, Saint Music Divine Venerable chuckled lightly, "Chen Yang, soon... I hope you will like my gift."
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The main competition was different from the qualifiers; this was a competition Chen Yang had explicitly stated he wanted to increase the stakes for.
Chen Yang naturally had to attend the opening match.
Not only to attend the opening match, but Chen Yang planned to spectate the entire event.
After all, the people present at that time were the future of the Land of Hope.
Chen Yang did not want anything to happen to them.
In the academy's training grounds, the perimeter had been completely transformed into seating areas.
While it was impossible to accommodate everyone in the Land of Hope, thanks to the special materials used, the nearly one-hundred-meter-tall circular seating area could accommodate tens of thousands of people.
In addition, Projection Stones were specially used for live broadcasts outside the venue.
"Have you heard? Someone in the special class has already broken through to the Hedan realm!"
"I know, I know! It seems to be a human, so young and already in the Hedan realm... I really don't know what the recruitment standards for this special class are."
"I heard the standards are very high. My child is about to break through to the Foundation Establishment realm, but when they were assigned classes, they were only put into Class A."
As the words "Class A" were spoken, people around them couldn't help but look over.
In the academies of the Land of Hope, there were Class A, Class B, and Class C.
Class C was the lowest. They had the potential to become cultivators, and it was rumored that even those without potential could enter, though it was unclear what they would study.
Class A, on the other hand, had obvious resource allocation. It was said that after entering Class A, the students' direct relatives could receive spirit stones from the Land of Hope to improve their living conditions.
Compared to the special class, which people rarely saw, Class A was something the public could access daily.
The parent who spoke let out a soft sigh when they felt the gazes of everyone around them, "Alas, my child is just an average student in Class A. The top students in their class are already in the Foundation Establishment realm, and I even heard there are some at the fifth level of Foundation Establishment!"
As soon as this was said, it immediately drew more gasps of surprise.
Someone nearby curiously asked, "Then is your child also participating in this martial arts competition?"
Seeing all eyes on him, the parent looked somewhat helpless and said, "If only that were the case."
"For this competition, only those at least in the Foundation Establishment realm can participate."
"Not many people in Class A can participate."
"Speaking of which, didn't you watch the qualifiers these past two days? Venerables at the Hedan realm have already appeared!"
Everyone chatted amongst themselves, and the entire training ground was extremely lively.
However, as a group of people entered, the training ground instantly fell silent.
These people were wearing uniforms, their spears gleaming coldly, their killing intent converging like patrolling fierce dragons.
Bamuge walked at the forefront. Now at the ninth level of Foundation Establishment, he had long shed the youthful innocence from his face.
The scars on his black armor were the battle achievements he had earned over the past few months.
Bamuge walked to the center of the training ground, while the people behind him dispersed around the arena.
The Foundation Establishment realm cultivators in black armor surrounded the training ground. Bamuge struck his spear to the ground and announced loudly, "During the training...".
As one regulation after another was spoken by Bamuge, no one in the seating area dared to make a sound.
These regulations were posted at various entrances to the training ground, but people initially paid them no mind. However, when a cultivator at the ninth level of Foundation Establishment spoke with spiritual power, everyone understood that these regulations were ironclad.
Bamuge scanned the entire venue, then put away his spear and walked to his designated position.
Another black-armored warrior glanced at Bamuge sideways and chuckled, "Captain, you stole the show just now!"
Bamuge glared at his companion and said sternly, "Stop messing around. From now on, you stand here, and your mind should only be on one thing: protecting the people in the training grounds."
"Even if you die, you must not let troublemakers rush in."
"Whether it's your life or mine, neither is as important as the academy's students. Do you understand!"
The black-armored warrior who had spoken earlier immediately straightened up and said seriously, "Understood!"
Others might not understand, but these people knew clearly how many spirit stones the academy's students consumed daily.
The death of one student would mean that all of the Land of Hope's previous investments would be in vain.
The first group to enter were external cultivators who had made it through the qualifiers.
These people had no requirements; as long as they could win their matches, they could participate in this competition.
Although these people did not know each other, most of the people in the stands had seen their faces.
Among the winners of the qualifiers, there were several Venerables at the Hedan realm.
The matches of the Hedan realm naturally attracted a lot of attention.
"Did you see? That person is Hai Esha!"
"So it's him. I heard that if it weren't for Physician Chen Xing, many people would have died at his hands!"
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The second group to enter were Foundation Establishment realm cultivators selected from Classes A, B, and C.
The number of these people was not large.
Classes A, B, and C had the most students, and the number of Foundation Establishment realm cultivators combined was considerable, but Chen Shu had made a special selection.
This matter had caused grumbling among many students from Classes A, B, and C.
Looking at the sea of people around, someone within the student ranks sneered, "Today, I'll let everyone know that we are no worse than those from the special class!"
The person speaking was broad and stout, with a strong build. His two-meter height gave him a commanding presence in the arena.
A smiling chubby young man beside him said, "Big Qiu, didn't the teachers say that for us, it's enough if we don't get too seriously injured!"
"After all, this competition was originally organized for the special class."
"Besides, I've seen the people in the special class; they are very strong. You shouldn't be reckless."
Big Qiu glanced sideways at the chubby young man and roared with laughter, "What, are you scared?"
"If you're scared, I think you should just get down there now!"
"Don't embarrass yourself in the arena!"
"As long as I win the championship, the special class's resources... will all have to be spat out by me!"
In Big Qiu's eyes, there was not anger, but fiery desire.
He had been waiting for this day for a very long time!