Chapter 1 The Grand Tournament Begins

The cheers in the myriad races arena were like an avalanche, with countless spectators excitedly cheering.

Transmitted through the information network, the myriad races world was watching the live broadcast.

The Myriad Races Tournament was held once every thousand years and was the biggest event in the myriad races world! For many weaker races with shorter lifespans, encountering a Myriad Races Tournament in their brief lives was extremely fortunate.

At this moment, they were all enjoying the joy of the tournament.

At the center of the arena.

A golden-haired Panqiu appeared at the center of the arena. His smile could affect the hearts of billions of viewers, and his voice echoed throughout the arena: "I am honored to host the 1008th Myriad Races Tournament."

"I believe all viewers know that in the past three hundred years, the strength of powerhouses around the world has advanced by leaps and bounds. It can be predicted that this Myriad Races Tournament will be more intense than ever."

"This tournament will be a turning point in the history of the Myriad Races Tournament. From now on, the Myriad Races Tournament will be more exciting and more popular. The tournament will also promote the emergence of more powerful body refinement methods, pushing the limits of life to even greater heights."

Countless viewers cheered; this was indeed the case.

More than five million high-dimensional lifeforms had descended, and in the previous three hundred years, many body refinement methods had indeed been taught. For example, Xu Jingming had left more than one body refinement method for the Jing family; his parents were cultivating the easiest one.

The widespread circulation of body refinement methods had generally increased the strength of the natives.

"Without further ado, next is the first match of the first round of this Myriad Races Tournament: Fanqiu of the Fire Dragon race versus Yaluojin of the Forest Giant Ape race." The golden-haired Panqiu's voice was high-pitched.

In the outermost spectator boxes of the Myriad Races Arena, two figures flew out from two boxes: one was the thin giant ape 'Yaluojin' who was 12 meters tall, and the other was a Fire Dragon race powerhouse with wings spread.

"Yaluojin?" Xu Jingming watched the other party. "When he chased me down back then, Yaluojin was at level 55. More than two hundred years have passed; I wonder what level he has reached."

The official contestants moved extremely fast.

From the spectator boxes to the arena, a distance of less than ten thousand meters, the thin giant ape Yaluojin appeared in the arena as if teleporting. His movement tore through the air, causing terrifying shockwaves. The energy shield of the Myriad Races Arena protected all the spectators.

The Fire Dragon race powerhouse's entrance was a hundred times, a thousand times greater.

"Boom—" Like thunder, the Fire Dragon race powerhouse tore through the air and descended upon the arena, causing the entire arena to shake slightly.

"Wow."

"The Fire Dragon race's body is so big."

"The Giant Ape race is so small compared to the Fire Dragon race."

Countless spectators watched excitedly, discussing it one by one. Especially the many weaker races sitting in the front rows, such as the ant race and the bee race, the Fire Dragon race was too huge in the eyes of these weaker races!

This Fire Dragon race powerhouse was over 110 meters long, and the oppressive feeling of its huge wings spread out suffocated those ant and bee races.

"You little guy, you can also enter the main competition." The Fire Dragon race powerhouse Fanqiu looked down at Yaluojin.

Yaluojin stared at his opponent.

After his failure to hunt down Xu Jingming, he knew his shame and became even more determined, cultivating even more desperately! So, there were two Giant Apes who entered the main competition this time: the one-armed Giant Ape King, and Yaluojin.

"Two contestants, this is your first match, so I will reiterate the rules once." The tournament host, the golden-haired Panqiu, said, "Once the match begins, it will only truly end when one side says 'I give up' or one side dies."

"I kindly remind the two contestants that if you feel the gap in strength is too great, you can immediately give up. Because if you say it too late, you may never have the chance." The golden-haired Panqiu said.

The two contestants' expressions didn't change at all. After all, the rules of each Myriad Races Tournament were the same, and they were already very familiar with them.

"Alright, two, please prepare." The golden-haired Panqiu had already retreated to the edge of the arena. "The match begins!"

With an order.

The giant ape Yaluojin and the fire dragon Fanqiu were observing their opponents.

For countless spectators, for the native creatures, the Myriad Races Tournament was a grand event. But for these descended high-dimensional lifeforms, it was a great calamity! Very few could survive the great calamity!

"Boom." The fire dragon Fanqiu took the lead in pouncing. The competition arena of the Myriad Races Tournament was elliptical, with a maximum diameter of 10,000 meters, and the arena was covered by an energy shield.

Fanqiu's wings shook, and his dragon claws grabbed the ground and pounced suddenly. This pounce was terrifyingly fast! Plus, the range covered by a pair of wings was too large.

Yaluojin tried his best to dodge, but his speed was weak, and he couldn't avoid it for a while.

"Bang!!!"

A loud noise.

Fanqiu completely used his whole body to collide. One side of his thick wings, covered with fiery red scales, hit Yaluojin, who couldn't completely dodge. Under the terrifying impact, Yaluojin flew upside down and hit the shield at the edge of the arena, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Shua." Fanqiu's wings shook, and he followed up as fast as lightning, and his dragon claws had already enveloped him.

Yaluojin's body was quite tough. While hitting the shield, he immediately used the force to dodge and avoid the claw.

Whoosh! Boom! Bang!

Fanqiu and the small giant ape Yaluojin were both too fast. In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged blows several times. Fanqiu was obviously superior in overall strength, chasing and killing one-sidedly. Yaluojin had hit the shield several times. In just over ten seconds, Yaluojin shouted "I give up" while spitting blood in a sorry state.

"It's over?"

"That was too fast."

Countless spectators watched the match while looking at the slow-motion replay on the light screen of their watches. At this moment, the whole world was broadcasting it.

"I can't see clearly even sitting in the first row; I still have to watch the slow-motion replay." An ant race member helplessly touched the small light screen in front of him and contacted his friends through the network. "Just now, that giant ape hit the shield in front of me, and the blood he sprayed was as big as a lake. The broadcast even marked it. The limit speed they reached when fighting was over 100,000 meters per second. It's really scary."

"That's too scary. 100,000 meters per second? I guess the air shockwave of flying could destroy a city."

"I was sitting in the first row, feeling the speed of 100,000 meters per second at close range. It's just... I can't see very clearly; I can only see that giant ape hitting the shield and hitting the ground again and again." The ant race member described it through the network. Being able to watch the game live in this life was his proudest moment.

…

In the Myriad Races Arena, matches were being held one after another.

The spectators on the scene and the myriad races creatures watching through the network were all enjoying this grand event, but high-dimensional lifeforms like Xu Jingming were carefully observing and analyzing every piece of information revealed by these powerhouses.

"Next is the nineteenth match of the first round, Funan of the Giant God race versus Mishuke of the Dwarf race! Mishuke is the first weak race contestant to appear in this Myriad Races Tournament. Please look forward to his performance." The golden-haired Panqiu said enthusiastically.

"Dwarf race?"

"Finally, a weak race has appeared."

The entire arena burst into cheers, far exceeding the previous ones!

On the arena, Funan of the Giant God race, who was 33 meters tall, and Mishuke of the Dwarf race, who was 1.2 meters tall, stood on opposite sides of the arena, facing each other from a distance. The contrast was too strong.

"Mishuke."

"Mishuke."

Countless spectators cheered for Mishuke of the Dwarf race.

Although the arena had 100 million spectators, about 99% of them were weak races, because weak races occupied less space! Powerful races occupied too much space. The space occupied by a dragon could accommodate millions of ant race seats.

Even looking at the entire myriad races world, the number of weak races was extremely high, and powerful races were generally rare.

At this moment, the spectators of the weak races were all standing on Mishuke of the Dwarf race's side.

"Mishuke of the Dwarf race, you must win."

"Mishuke."

The group of younger siblings beside Xu Jingming were also excited and frenzied, their faces flushed red, and they looked forward to Mishuke of the Dwarf race winning.

In the arena.

Mishuke of the Dwarf race had a solemn expression: "The Dwarf race is too small. My strength and speed should be inferior to the other party. Even if I am an Abyss Lord, it will not be easy to win a match in the first tournament…"

Funan of the Giant God race had calm eyes: "If I lose to a Dwarf in the first tournament, that would be my shame."

"The match begins." With the host's order.

Funan of the Giant God race rushed out instantly and fought with Mishuke of the Dwarf race. As soon as they fought, countless weak races who were supporting the Dwarf race felt a chill in their hearts.

Funan's huge fists bombarded out one after another like thunder. His two arms were too thick, waving like two heavenly pillars, and his fists were much larger than Mishuke's entire body.

"I can't dodge." Mishuke felt extremely difficult. The other party's fists were like hammers falling from the sky, bombarding crazily, and he dodged with difficulty again and again.

Bang!

Mishuke of the Dwarf race flew upside down and hit the arena.

The fists of the Giant God race bombarded crazily, and the dense roar sounded as if it was hitting the hearts of countless spectators.

"Look, the slow-motion replay shows that in one second just now, he threw more than 3,639 punches! Mishuke dodged again and again, but he could only dodge and couldn't even get close to the Giant God race." In the box, the younger siblings watched while looking at the slow-motion light screen next to them.

"He lost." Xu Jingming shook his head gently. "Although the second round of the preliminaries is biased towards weak races, the pressure on weak races is generally small, so that nine weak races eventually entered the main competition."

"But in terms of physical fitness, weak races are still much weaker." Xu Jingming saw clearly. "Mishuke of the Dwarf race is at least three levels weaker than Funan of the Giant God race. Otherwise, he wouldn't be suppressed to this point."

…

"The difference in strength and speed is too great. I am level 60, and he is at least level 63 or even higher!" Mishuke had been dodging the frantically bombarded fists with difficulty. If the levels were comparable, he would have abused the other party long ago.

But the level difference was too great. The further one went, the more difficult it was to raise a level. When approaching the upper limit, it might take a hundred years or even a thousand years to raise a level.

Not to mention a difference of at least 3 levels, which was a complete one-sided situation.

"The second round of the preliminaries favored weak races, allowing me to appear. But it's useless to appear." Mishuke was blown away again, and when blood splattered, he shouted to admit defeat.

"I won." Although Funan of the Giant God race won, he didn't have any joy.

"I hit him with 25 punches, and he can still fight. These weak races have too high physical resilience." Funan of the Giant God race thought to himself, "It's not easy to win even with such a big advantage."

"Indeed, only in the first few tournaments did the powerful races have an advantage." Funan of the Giant God race understood this and felt even more pressure.

To win the first place in the first few tournaments? Too difficult.

Huff! Huff!

The two contestants left the arena. Although Funan of the Giant God race won, he didn't have a smile on his face.

******

The tournament continued, and the matches were almost all clashes of powerful races.

In the 37th match of the first round, another weak race 'Spider Demon Race' appeared. She also won the cheers and support of countless weak races in the entire arena. This female spider demon was 1.9 meters tall and extremely agile, but under the absolute power and speed, she was easily defeated by the Five-Colored Dragon Race. The Five-Colored Dragon Race's tail whipped her so badly that she was seriously injured and immediately shouted to admit defeat.

"Alas, weak races can't fight at all."

"The gap in strength and speed is too great, completely suppressed."

"Lost again."

Countless weak races spectators were a little discouraged.

The match progressed quickly, and after more than three hours after the start of the tournament, the 59th match of the first round finally arrived.

"Next is the 59th match of the first round, where Badi Shen of the Mountain Demon Race will face Jingming of the Human Race. Jingming of the Human Race is also the third weak race to appear in this tournament. I wonder if he can bring the first victory for the weak races?" The golden-haired Panqiu said.

And in the box.

Xu Jingming, who was watching the match, also stood up. His parents, younger brothers, and sisters next to him all looked at Xu Jingming nervously.