"The other party is not a holy land!" Darren looked at the people in the air, frowned slightly, and said lightly. He was more familiar with the god-level powerhouse than the few. Not to mention Amir and the other party, even the experience of getting along with Deen also made him have a keen perception of the aura of the god-level powerhouse. Therefore, as soon as the other party appeared, Darren noticed their unusualness.
Conservatively estimated, the opponent was at least a lower-level god-powered man. Darren quietly retracted the soul power he had just released in the competition area, his pupils slightly contracted, and his face became a little ugly. Just now, when his soul power swept through several people, the opponent obviously noticed Darren's movements. He did not expect that in just one ranking match, there would be a god-level strong man to host. This discovery made him feel uneasy and he also had a deeper understanding of the variables in this game.
Following Darren's soul power, the young man in black couldn't help but look at Darren's location deeply, then his lips raised slightly, revealing a mysterious smile. The smile seemed to contain endless deep meaning, which was unpredictable.
Next to her, the only woman among the four people also noticed the strangeness of the young man in black. She raised her eyebrows slightly and asked softly: "Sir, what are you happy about?" Her voice was crisp and pleasant, like a clear spring in the mountains.
"Hahaha, it's okay, Heidi, just meets a good little guy." The other party did not point it out, but said lightly. A hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes, as if he had a strong interest in Darren.
Although the woman next to her was only at the level of the holy realm, she had reached the limit of the holy realm, and her body exuded a restrained and powerful aura. Among these people, she was more casual when talking to the young man in black, and her words were full of familiarity. The tacit understanding and intimacy that occasionally flashed in the eyes of the two people obviously showed that their relationship was extraordinary. The woman's eyes were clear and agile. When she looked at the young man in black, she had a hint of respect and a bit casual with old friends.
"Lord Borui rarely praises people. You can call them good. I think they must be a peerless genius." The old man in silver-haired haired on the right side of the silver-haired young man bowed slightly and spoke respectfully. His voice was low and hoarse, as if the years had left deep traces in his throat. His eyes revealed awe of the young man in black, that is, Lord Borui, and at the same time he was full of curiosity about Darren. What kind of person was that he could catch the eyes of Lord Borui.
Seeing that the few people did not react too much, Bori was thinking, his eyes became deeper and deeper, as if he was a bottomless lake. He became more and more concerned about Darren, and his mind was constantly thinking about the special things about Darren. He frowned slightly, and his fingers gently tapped the armrest of the seat, as if he was thinking about something important.
"Little guy, it's impolite to scan others casually, so you can't do this in the future!" Before Darren could explain, Bori's gentle voice gently brushed across Darren's mind like a gust of spring breeze. There was a hint of teasing in his voice, but it made people feel no intention of blame. Darren was shocked and his face turned slightly red. He didn't expect that his actions were easily noticed by the other party, and he felt a little more awe of Bori's strength. He opened his mouth, trying to explain, but he didn't know where to start.
"Okay, let's give up this matter, you can arrange to host the competition right away!" Borui continued, his voice with unquestionable majesty. After saying that, he strode towards the main position, his steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to step on everyone's hearts. His figure was tall and upright, exuding an innate kingly aura, which made people involuntarily awe.
"Sir Borui, I'll make arrangements right away!" The old silver-haired man responded quickly, his tone full of respect. He lowered his head slightly, a trace of tension flashed in his eyes, and then quickly turned around and began to busy command the staff on the rostrum. After receiving the instructions, the staff immediately took action. Their steps were hurried and orderly, with a hint of excitement and tension on their faces.
After a while, a middle-aged man in a white robe stood up from the rostrum. He was tall and serious, and his eyes revealed a sense of professionalism and responsibility. He first saluted Borui and the other five, with standard and respectful movements, then turned around and walked towards the hosting stage with steady steps. His figure looked particularly solemn under the sunlight.
"The youth ranking competition of the 3700th World Zijin Academy has officially begun. Please announce the competition rules and competition procedures below." The middle-aged man's voice was loud and clear, echoing over the martial arts field like a bell. His voice was magical, which instantly attracted everyone's attention. The martial arts field suddenly became quiet, and everyone held their breath and waited for Master Borui's speech.
"Master Borui?" As soon as these words came out, a look of confusion suddenly appeared in the eyes of countless students of the college, and then more people showed an expression of excitement on their faces. Everyone was surprised by Borui's appearance. As the legendary dean of Zijin Academy, many legendary stories about him were circulating in Zijin Academy. Thousands of years ago, he was the peak of the Holy Land. Although no one knew his current strength, everyone firmly believed that he had already surpassed the Holy Land level. In the martial arts field, the students whispered and talked, and their eyes were full of curiosity and admiration for Borui. Some students jumped up excitedly, while others looked longing, as if imagining Borui's style when he was young.
"He turned out to be the President of Borui, the legendary president of Zijin Academy. He broke through to the limit of the Holy Realm before he was a hundred years old. No wonder he had already broken through the God level!" Darren was also shocked, his eyes widened, and his face was full of shock. He had read Borui's records in the college library. Borui was born in an ordinary civilian family. Before becoming famous, he did not perform too brightly in Zijin Academy. But his life was a legend, especially after breaking through to the eighth level warrior, he became like a bright new star, and emerged on the road of cultivation, and broke through to the Holy Realm level in just a few decades. Darren was full of admiration for Borui. He imagined the hardships and challenges that Borui had experienced during the cultivation process, and couldn't help but look forward to his future.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! On the rostrum, Borui immediately stood up, his figure was tall, like a pine tree, standing in front of everyone. His eyes were like torch, scanning the students around the martial arts field, with relief and expectation in his eyes. His voice was majestic and powerful, as if it was a power that penetrated people's hearts: "First of all, I'm very happy to be able to attend this grand event. I'm also very pleased to see that there are so many young talents in our Zijin Academy today. The rules and procedures of the competition are as usual. Death is strictly prohibited during the competition, so you can fight as much as you want!" His voice echoed over the martial arts field, inspiring every student, making them excited and full of fighting spirit.
"There are a total of 1,100 students participating in this competition. The entire competition adopts an elimination system. The top 100 students will be recorded in the ranking competition. The top 10 to the top four will be given the Imperial Marquis. As for the top three, there are mysterious prizes, but keep it confidential for the time being. Let the competition begin!" Borui's words were like a huge rock, thrown into the calm lake, causing a thousand layers of waves. The martial arts field suddenly became noisy, and the students began to discuss the rewards of the top three. Their faces were filled with excitement and expectation, some of them flashed with greed light, while others clenched their fists, as if they were secretly encouraging the upcoming battle. For a moment, the entire martial arts field was boiling, cheers and discussions intertwined, forming a powerful wave of sound.
However, Borui ignored this. He looked calm and sat down slowly, handing over the work he was in charge to the middle-aged man. His eyes revealed a sense of confidence and calmness, as if everything was under his control.
Even some noble children attach great importance to the identity of marquis. The title of the Purple Gold Empire is very different from that of some priests or kingdoms. The marquis of the Purple Gold Empire can treat the king equally even in some priests. Take Darren for example, he was given the identity of marquis because he made such great achievements in Bai Zhancheng. Darren frowned slightly, not caring about the identity of marquis in his heart, but he was indeed full of curiosity about the mysterious prize that Borui mentioned. His eyes were filled with doubts and expectations, and he kept guessing what kind of prize was that could make a god-level powerhouse like Borui pay so much attention to it, and even lay such a foreshadowing for everyone.
It was not only Darren who had this idea, and the students present were not stupid. With Borui's current identity, the promises he said were enough to make everyone fight for it. In the martial arts field, the students' eyes were full of desire and determination. They looked at each other, as if conveying a determination to achieve good results in this game and win the mysterious grand prize.
After a long time, the entire martial arts venue gradually became quiet. The middle-aged man seemed to have deliberately left everyone for discussion. Seeing that the off-field was quiet, he spoke again: "Now, please start drawing lots and decide the opponent!" His voice broke the calm again, and the martial arts venue became lively again, and the students walked towards the lottery platform.
Chapter completed!