High-Level Martial Era

"He's too young."

"In my opinion, it would be good if Li Yuan could win four matches this time," many veteran members in the spectator area were discussing with each other.

By now, Li Yuan, Alicia, Tian Dazhuang, and the rest of their group had already taken seats in the third row of the spectator seats.

Each seat was very spacious.

All the newcomers sat in the lowest rows, so they could quickly join the battle.

"It sounds like all the veteran members are rooting for Bertman," Yin He commented softly.
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"Wait until our captain makes a move, then they'll naturally come to their senses," Alicia whispered.

She had her reasons for being optimistic about Li Yuan, beyond just trusting him.

"Li Yuan, Yu Jinghe and the others are up there; should we go to meet them?" Jin Huguo said in a low voice.

"No need, we'll talk after the battle," Li Yuan shook his head, "Senior brother, calm your mind and prepare for battle."

...

"Li Yuan has arrived."

In the highest seats of the spectator platform, more than ten figures sat, their presence exceptionally strong. People like Yu Jinghe, Tavares, and An Yongya were among them.

The ordinary veteran members below didn't dare to approach them.

Because these ten-odd people were the most elite of the veteran students from Seven Star Mountain.

"Yu Jinghe, do you think your little fellow townsman can make it through the sixth round? However, from the betting pool that An Yongya opened, it seems Bertman is listed as the favorite," an astonishingly beautiful black-haired woman said curiously.

She wore purple attire and radiated a heroic spirit.

"Pei Jun, just watch," Yu Jinghe said with a smile, "If you don't believe me, do you also not trust a demigod's judgment?"

Pei Jun was an incredible talent from Feixing, with Xia Country bloodlines.

After Feixing's first major extinction caused by an invasion from a foreign civilization, many planets resettled a large number of their population on Feixing to replenish various regions.

The majority of those who immigrated were from Xia Country.

Now, the people of Feixing, descended from many planets and nations, were numerous; those with Xia Country lineages ranked among the top three.

"Oh?"

"The Mountain Lord has arrived," Tavares commented as he looked toward the sky, where eight figures descended directly from high above to another side on the podium.

All of them were Flying Heaven Warriors responsible for guarding the Martial Divine Star Realm—each at least at the peak of Flying Heaven.

The one leading was Duanmu Hong, dressed in a white robe.

...

Time passed.

Members of the Martial Divine Hall arrived one by one and took their places on the spectator seats, and they also noticed the arrival of the Duanmu Mountain Lord. No one dared to speak out loudly.

Succeeding that, newcomers like Chu Chen and Nevsky arrived one after the other, and the number of people in the spectator seats had exceeded seven hundred.

Compared to the total number of Martial Divine Hall members, this number was remarkable.

"There are so many people! At last year's Battle of Seven Stars, less than a hundred veteran members came to watch," the gentle and beautiful woman sitting next to Yan Jing surveyed the area and couldn't help but comment.

"The situation is different this year," Yan Jing said with a smile.

"Looking at all the betting pools and discussions, everyone's listing Bertman as the favorite," the gentle and beautiful woman whispered, "Are you confident?"

"Just wait and see," Yan Jing smiled, although he felt quite nervous inside.

1,000 Seven Stars Points!

If converted to Blue Star Coins, it would easily amount to over a hundred billion... For Yan Jing, this was a massive fortune.

"Little brother, give it your all," Yan Jing muttered to himself, "I'm counting on your victory to turn things around."

"The Mountain Lord has flown out," the gentle and beautiful woman suddenly said, "The battle should be starting soon."

...

Hum~

Duanmu Mountain Lord, dressed in a white robe, stepped off the podium, covering hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye.

He stood in the void, overlooking the more than seven hundred people on the spectator seats, and suddenly, an invisible pressure spread out, enveloping the whole Seven Stars battlefield.

The previously noisy Spectator Platform quickly fell silent.

"I won't reiterate the specific rules in detail," Duanmu Mountain Lord said indifferently, his voice echoing throughout the battlefield, "I only remind all participants of one thing: today, there are many demigods watching the battle through the virtual network."

"Give it your all!"

"If you perform well, you might catch the attention of a demigod and then be taken as a direct disciple," Duanmu Mountain Lord announced.

This caused the eyes of the hundred or so newcomers to light up, including those of Chu Chen and Bertman, both Second Class inheritors of the Martial God.

Demigod direct disciple?

Having arrived at the Martial Divine Star Realm, they were naturally aware of what demigods represented—they were dominating figures of the Seven Star Civilization, with terrifying strength.

Being accepted as a disciple of a demigod would greatly increase their chances of becoming peak Flying Heaven Warriors in the future.

And there was even a chance to achieve demigod status.

After all, the majority of disciples from the Martial Divine Hall would end their journey as ordinary Flying Heaven Warriors, with only a few reaching the peak of Flying Heaven.

To become a peak Flying Heaven Warrior, one must refine True Intent of heaven and earth.

"Demigod's disciple?" Li Yuan thought to himself, not too expectant inside.

Even if a demigod wanted to take disciples, it still depended on whether he was willing.

For Li Yuan, diligently cultivating and gaining control of the Hall of Inheritance of the Ancient Torch Divine was the brightest path.

"Three minutes later,"

"Following the pre-arranged order of battle, come onto the field in succession to participate," Duanmu Mountain Lord overseeing everyone with a detached voice, "Remember, the Battle of Seven Stars is also a life-or-death battle, so be very careful."

"Otherwise, even with numerous safety measures in place, there is still a chance of death."

Everyone's heart chilled.

The death rate was repeatedly mentioned in the handbook. Even as the gathering place for the top talents of the Seven Star Civilization, with layers of protection, the rate of death was still alarmingly high.

Every year, hundreds of new members are recruited, yet most talents spend over fifteen or even twenty years in the Martial Divine Hall before breaking through as Flying Heaven Warriors.