Rest area.
Lin Yuan sat cross-legged.
In front of him, a virtual screen appeared, flashing profiles of various evolvers.
These evolvers had all made it into the top fifty of the arena tournament, and even though they weren't third rank, the difference wasn't too significant; each had their own trump cards.
Lin Yuan carefully observed and even pulled up combat videos from their previous matches. With his unparalleled insight, watching these videos could provide a certain level of enlightenment.
Of course, compared to real-time combat, these videos were merely appetizers.
"Fang Qing."
Lin Yuan's expression became slightly serious.
Looking at the information in front of him, it belonged to a young man.
He appeared gentle and harmless but was a strong contender for the championship in this tournament.
So far, no one knew the evolutionary path Fang Qing was pursuing.
However, every time Fang Qing made a move, the battle ended within one or two moves, even against third-rank evolvers.
This was quite the opposite of Lin Yuan's approach.
In the eyes of most spectators, Lin Yuan enjoyed "playing around" with his opponents. Even when facing first-rank evolvers, he would drag the match into overtime.
This had caused a considerable number of evolvers to fear Lin Yuan inherently.
Apart from Fang Qing, there were a few other evolvers that Lin Yuan needed to pay attention to.
For instance, there was the Thunder God who could summon and control thunder. Lin Yuan wasn't too worried, but the ability to transform the entire body into thunder, making it immune to most physical attacks, was noteworthy.
Then there was a third-rank evolver who followed the path of poison. The path of poison was quite niche, with very few evolvers practicing it. However, once someone achieved success in this path, the techniques they mastered could cause headaches for evolvers of the same level or even higher.
Poison not only affected the physical body but also influenced and suppressed the soul and spirit.
A third-rank evolver following the path of poison could easily annihilate millions or tens of millions of citizens in a city if they wished.
Time passed.
In the blink of an eye, half a day had gone by.
The virtual world arena tournament invited Lin Yuan to participate.
The tournament had now reached the top fifty contestants.
Each contestant was either a third-rank evolver or a second-rank peak evolver with unique abilities. Ordinary second-rank evolvers had been eliminated long ago.
Out of the current fifty contestants, nineteen were clearly third-rank evolvers.
In the rest area, Lin Yuan agreed to the official invitation from the arena tournament.
Whoosh!
Lin Yuan's figure appeared in the center of the arena.
The moment Lin Yuan appeared, cheers and applause erupted from all directions, creating a deafening roar.
"So many people?"
Lin Yuan surveyed the surroundings and found that nearly ten million seats in all directions were filled with spectators.
The arena tournament had now moved to the most prosperous city arena in the central continent.
As for the number of matches, it had decreased from the initial eight thousand matches per day to the current five matches per day.
This had caused the spectators to "converge." For this match, the audience had reached nearly ten million.
It's worth noting that the spectators who could enter the virtual world were either evolvers or citizens of second level or higher.
As for ordinary citizens watching through "real-time broadcast," their numbers probably exceeded a ten billion.
There was no other way.
Now there are only two matches in a day, and they are scheduled at different times.
Audiences who want to watch the arena tournament can only choose to watch this match.
Lin Yuan appeared on the arena.
This triggered a massive cheer from the audience.
"Lin Yuan!"
"Lin Yuan is here!"
"Torture King Lin Yuan!" (Hm.. Why does it seems so sexy? :D)
Various cheers echoed.
Although it wasn't a live match, the virtual world was a one-to-one simulation replica.
Everyone's voices spread through the air, deafeningly loud.
Before long, Lin Yuan's opponent also appeared.
He was a slender man with ice-cold eyes, and an inexplicable chill spread wherever he stood.
Third-rank evolver, Bing Yan.
He followed the path of ice within the special element evolutionary path.
Most of the evolvers who had faced Bing Yan before ended up as ice sculptures.
Bing Yan's appearance garnered even more responses from the surrounding audience.
Although Lin Yuan had broken through to the third rank, he had yet to reveal his true third-rank strength.
Most of his previous opponents either voluntarily surrendered, or those who didn't weren't very strong, and he didn't need to exert his full power against them.
Therefore, in the eyes of the spectators, Lin Yuan was only seen as a special second-rank peak evolver.
Bing Yan, on the other hand, was a genuine third-rank evolver.
In the Canglan Star, fewer than twenty individuals managed to reach the third rank within a hundred years.
Bing Yan was one of them.
"I've watched your match videos."
"I admit you're strong, but encountering me, it ends here."
Bing Yan spoke calmly, seemingly devoid of any emotional fluctuations.
Up to this point, Lin Yuan's most prominent record was supporting himself against a third-rank evolver for over half an hour.
However, that third-rank evolver was a rare Dream Realm evolver skilled in soul and spiritual attacks.
Given Lin Yuan's cultivation path, achieving such endurance in soul and spirit wasn't surprising.
Analyzing the advantages and disadvantages of normal evolutionary paths, one focusing on soul and spirit would likely have shortcomings in physical materialization.
The Ice Evolutionary Path excelled in freezing everything, including the physical body.
Because of this, Bing Yan was very confident.
In the audience area.
Sitting in the central position was a seemingly gentle and harmless young man.
He looked down at the battlefield below with a somewhat bored expression.
"Teacher, these two people, one is not yet third rank, and the other follows an ordinary evolutionary path. Watching them fight is not as good as practicing more in the rest area."
The young man was named Fang Qing, a popular candidate for the championship in this tournament.
"Idiot."
On Fang Qing's shoulder, the figure of a palm-sized old man with a white beard appeared.
This old man's figure was illusory, visible and perceptible only to Fang Qing.
"Until now, you still haven't figured out what's special about that evolver named 'Lin Yuan'?"
"Special? Domain embryonic form?"
Fang Qing tentatively asked.
Lin Yuan's most formidable ability revealed so far was the embryonic form of a domain.
This was something that fourth and fifth-rank evolvers could hope to master.
However, even the embryonic form of a domain was extremely difficult for other evolvers.
But in the eyes of ancient god-lineage evolvers like Fang Qing, it was just that.
If Fang Qing wanted to, he could also quickly master the embryonic form of a domain.
"It's not the embryonic form of the domain that's special but the power evolved from it."
The white-bearded old man rolled his eyes.
"Also, the old master once roamed dozens of star domains, looking down on everything. In the end, he was besieged and killed by extraterrestrial beings. As the old master's successor, even though you follow the 'ancient god' evolutionary path, if you remain complacent, underestimate your enemies, you'll sooner or later follow the old master's path."
The white-bearded old man couldn't help but say.
In the past, the old master was glorious, but he died, and everything was gone.
"I understand."
Fang Qing's expression normalized, and he began to carefully watch the battle below.
"If my guess is correct, that 'Lin Yuan' should already be at the third rank," the white-bearded old man continued.
"Already at the third rank?" Fang Qing's expression changed.
On the arena.
The moment the host announced the start of the match, Bing Yan immediately took action.
Although he was confident, he wouldn't be careless and went all out.
A terrifying cold intent spread wildly.
But the next moment.
An invisible fluctuation enveloped the area.
The Tai Chi field at the third rank was more perfected, and its restraining effect on the enemy was even greater.
Facing a third-rank opponent, Lin Yuan had no intention of hiding his abilities, suppressing the opponent with his Tai Chi field.
"What's this?"
Bing Yan's face changed slightly.
Lin Yuan had revealed the Tai Chi field in previous matches, but the power couldn't be this great; otherwise, he wouldn't have been pressed by that third-rank Dream Realm evolver.
"You're already at the third rank?" Bing Yan's expression became serious.
Such a degree of suppression could only be achieved with the embryonic form of a third-rank domain.
"However, winning against me won't be that easy."
Bing Yan came rushing towards Lin Yuan, almost turning into a thousand-year-old iceberg crashing down.
Even with the suppression and constraints of the Tai Chi field, Bing Yan's speed reached an unbelievable level, reaching thousands of meters per second.
Boom!
The two clashed directly.
"See that?"
"That Lin Yuan isn't simple, right?"
The white-bearded old man sat on Fang Qing's shoulder, looking down at the battlefield with interest.
"Indeed, not simple."
Fang Qing nodded slightly.
He could see that Lin Yuan was using not just one but two completely opposite forces.
These two completely opposite forces, in Lin Yuan's hands, reached a certain balance, perfectly merging together.
"If I were to fight Lin Yuan, I'd probably use the 'Ancient God' true form, then suppress him in ten moves, and defeat him after two hundred moves."
The reason it required two hundred moves was that Fang Qing could see that Lin Yuan's mastered two fused forces excelled in defense, capable of transforming the enemy's attack into his own.
"Fused forces are something achievable at the sixth rank. If you don't rely on the 'Ancient God' evolutionary path, under similar conditions, you're not as good as this Lin Yuan," the white-bearded old man said, glancing at Fang Qing.
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