Swallowed Star : Sign in to Become a God

"This Wang Yi is unbelievable!"

"As expected of a genius who has grasped the Law of Origin!"

"He actually defeated Mo Ze!"

The first round of the competition had concluded.

In the palace, small groups of geniuses gathered, discreetly glancing at the black-haired boy standing quietly not far from them, while whispering to one another.

Even among the nearly thousand Stellar level geniuses of the Dry Witch Secret Realm, only a small group, perhaps fewer than a hundred, had truly crossed the threshold of the Law of Origin.

And Wang Yi was one of the very few who had won all 100 of his matches.

The other two were super geniuses who had been training in the Dry Witch Secret Realm for many years and were ranked in the top five in terms of real strength!

Wang Yi, participating in the knockout rounds for the first time, had already displayed a level of strength comparable to these seasoned veterans. Such talent was simply astonishing.

"He's a monster!" This was the prevailing thought many of the geniuses had about Wang Yi.

Several top-ranked geniuses eyed Wang Yi with envy.

Meanwhile, the burly one-eyed man with blue horns watched him with a look of satisfaction.

"This kid is full of surprises," he thought. "If I can nurture him well, perhaps the Dry Witch Universe could make a dazzling impact in the Peak Genius Battle a few years from now."

This man, known as Genokie, was a senior peak-level combat instructor responsible for the training of the secret realm's genius members.

"The first round is over. Here are your rankings!" Genokie waved his hand toward the screen behind him, and a list of names and rankings appeared, filling the screen.

"Rank 1, Wang Yi, Score: 100."

"Rank 2, Vernal, Score: 100."

"Rank 3, Omen, Score: 100."

"Rank 4, Jia Ming, Score: 98."

...

When these rankings appeared, the palace fell silent.

Almost every gaze was drawn to the dark-haired boy in the crimson shirt.

"Of course, a 100% win rate. This newcomer has only been here for a little over a year, yet he's already so strong—it's unbelievable and completely unfair."

"Is the Secret Realm of Dry Witch about to give birth to another peerless genius?"

"I wonder who is stronger, him or Vernal, who's ranked second, or that third guy?"

"If he manages to take first place in the qualifying round, that would be downright extraordinary."

Despite the complicated and envious looks from the other geniuses, Wang Yi remained calm and indifferent.

Among the crowd, a tall, handsome young man with black hair, clad in a magnificent purple armor and a gray cloak, along with a towering figure over four meters tall, thin as a bamboo pole, looked solemnly at Wang Yi. This was a powerful rival who had seemingly come out of nowhere.

Wang Yi was undoubtedly the dark horse of this year's qualifiers, leaving all the other geniuses in shock.

"The second round of ranked matches will begin immediately," Genokie said in a deep voice. "Those ranked 901 and below, you may leave. Your opponents will be members of the second area tomorrow."

Some of the young men and women in the crowd, their faces sullen, began to walk away.

These were the unfortunate geniuses who ranked in the bottom 100. If they were unlucky, they might be eliminated from the secret realm altogether.

Genokie looked over the remaining 900 young geniuses, his expression cold.

"You know the rules. In the second round of ranking matches, the top 100 will face each other, the 101st to 200th will do the same, and so on. Everyone will fight 99 matches."

"The winner earns 1 point. Losers or those who tie earn no points. If scores are tied, a rematch will be held!"

"Your scores will determine your ranking for the next year."

"Now... proceed!"

Most of the geniuses had serious looks on their faces. Some shot glances at the more powerful geniuses around them, especially Wang Yi, whom they secretly paid the most attention to.

Wang Yi's consistent performance throughout the competition left many uncertain about his true strength, making him even more unpredictable.

In this round, all of the top 100 would face each other, revealing the relative strength of each genius.

"[Student Wang Yi, your next opponent: Pushjin. Please prepare.]"

"Hmm?" Wang Yi frowned. The name sounded vaguely familiar, like he had heard it a long time ago.

Whoosh!

The next moment, Wang Yi was teleported to the arena in the middle of a vast prairie, and a figure appeared across from him.

It was a tall, golden-haired ape-man, standing six meters high with glowing green eyes that radiated ferocity. His massive fists were like two enormous hammers.

Wang Yi quickly recalled the information about Pushjin, a genius from the Dry Witch Secret Realm. Pushkin was a peerless talent nurtured by the royal family of the Dry Witch Kingdom. He specialized in hand-to-hand combat, and had earned a place among the top 100 geniuses of the realm.

"I remember hearing about him before, but I can't recall where..." Wang Yi mused, briefly distracted before refocusing on his opponent.

Pushjin stared back at Wang Yi, towering over him but clearly taking him seriously.

In the first round, Pushjin had achieved 85 wins, 14 losses, and 1 draw, ranking him 89th.

Wang Yi, on the other hand, had won 100 matches with no losses, ranking first!

By now, it was widely agreed among the Dry Witch Secret Realm's geniuses that Wang Yi's strength was easily in the top five.

Pushjin felt the pressure mounting.

Facing a super-genius ranked in the top five was far beyond what Pushjin, who hovered around the 100th rank, could handle.

But at this moment, there was no room for retreat. He had no choice but to press on.

A heavy, earthy yellow aura of mountain energy erupted around Pushjin's massive body, and with a mighty roar, he charged toward Wang Yi, shaking the ground beneath his feet.

...

A crimson streak of light sliced through the yellow aura field of the giant ape-man. Pushjin's fists, though mighty, were too slow to defend against the swift, beautiful light that rapidly expanded before his eyes. He could only feel a sharp pain in his brain before losing consciousness.

Pushkin's enormous body trembled and collapsed to the ground.

A boot landed beside him, and a calm voice spoke.

"I remember now—it was you."

But Pushjin could no longer hear any of it.