# Chapter 1546: Spectator
Qi Yuchen's body faintly emitted a strong aura, but then Qi Yunsheng spoke again: "Enough, Yuchen, do what you need to do!"
Qi Yuchen's expression stiffened, then he nodded slightly and restrained his aura, but his eyes remained icy as he swept them over Lin Feng: "Lin Feng, I will let you know who I am!"
Lin Feng ignored him. At this moment, Qi Yunxiao also spoke: "Let them all go down. That woman will be given to Lin Feng. Yuchen, prepare to go to the battle platform."
"Yes!"
"Thank you, sir!"
Qi Yuchen and Lin Feng each replied. Mu Yun's face revealed a faint smile. That was close. Fortunately, Lin Feng had saved her.
Mu Yun and the other priestesses withdrew one after another. The storm had temporarily subsided, but Qi Yuchen would probably not let Lin Feng off easily.
"You were too impulsive. Do not do that again!" The purple-robed Martial Emperor's voice also became much stricter. Today was the day for competing for control of the small world, with all eyes watching. Even the Qing Di Mountain experts from Qi Tian Fortress and the great cultivators of Qing Di Mountain had arrived. For Lin Feng to cause trouble on such an occasion—if he had not displayed formidable strength, and if his own strength had been weak, he would likely have been struck down on the spot.
Qi Yunxiao had agreed to give Mu Yun to Lin Feng out of consideration for Mi Shenjun's face. A woman who was originally Lin Feng's woman—giving her to him was no trouble. If Qi Yunsheng wanted one, he could choose from among the priestesses, or even take several at once. But martial artists were not obsessed with such things, especially those at the Martial Emperor realm.
This brief conflict had indeed attracted the attention of many, but it was not a major issue. With the Nine Great Immortal Palaces and Heavenly Fortresses all present, not everyone could focus solely on this small matter concerning Qi Tian Fortress.
At this moment, on the Wen Tian Fortress side, a strong figure stood up. He was clearly the person in charge of Wen Tian Fortress. He waved his hand to signal everyone, and the space fell silent as they waited for him to speak.
The people from the other Immortal Palaces and Heavenly Fortresses sneered inwardly. This Wen Tian Fortress, relying on the fact that the Rebel Dust Martial Emperor was their guest, now acted as if they were the hosts, extremely arrogant.
"Everyone, I need not explain the purpose of this grand event. You all understand it well. The rules will follow the previous ones." After the Wen Tian Fortress strongman finished speaking, he looked at the Rebel Dust Martial Emperor and smiled: "Lord Rebel Dust, do you think we can begin?"
"Don't mind me. Do as you please." The Rebel Dust Martial Emperor said with a faint smile. The Wen Tian Fortress strongman nodded slightly, then addressed the crowd: "Nine Great Immortal Palaces and Heavenly Fortresses, nine people from each force, eighty-one in total. Step onto the battle platform!"
As his words fell, young people from each Immortal Palace and Heavenly Fortress walked along the corridors toward the battle platform. From the Qi Tian Fortress direction, Qi Yuchen and eight others, with solemn expressions, also stepped onto the corridor. Today was extremely important to them. It would determine which side would hold control of the small world for the next ten thousand years. They themselves also had a chance to be valued by Qing Di Mountain. This was a game among the Nine Great Immortal Palaces and Heavenly Fortresses, so they dared not be careless and had to give their all.
"May I ask Lord Rebel Dust to preside?" The Wen Tian Fortress strongman said politely to the Rebel Dust Martial Emperor. To ensure fairness in the battles, the rules were based on a draw system. Moreover, every person had to fight against all the people from the other eight forces. Finally, the top eighteen with the best battle records would be selected. Depending on which force they belonged to, the strongest record would earn eighteen points, the second strongest seventeen points, and the eighteenth-ranked would earn one point. The total points of each force would be tallied, and the top three would gain control of the small world for ten thousand years.
The reason only the top eighteen were counted was that everyone believed those ranked below eighteenth had no reference value. To see which force had the strongest younger generation, one naturally looked at the strongest batch.
If a disciple from a certain force achieved the first-place record, they would directly earn eighteen points. Even if the points of those ranked behind them were added together, they would not match that one person's total.
This time, everyone believed that Wen Aofeng of Wen Tian Fortress, who had been accepted as a disciple by the Rebel Dust Martial Emperor, would achieve the first-place record and earn eighteen points. If Wen Tian Fortress had someone who could take first place, then as long as a few others had decent records, it should not be difficult for them to ultimately secure a top-three position.
"You go and adjudicate." The Rebel Dust Martial Emperor naturally would not personally act as a referee. Instead, he spoke to a person beside him. That person nodded and walked toward the center of the battle platform to preside over the adjudication.
With this method of combat, who adjudicated would not affect anything. Everyone had to fight everyone else. The only difference was the order of battles. Moreover, this battle allowed direct surrender. Otherwise, in a clash of strong opponents, the slightly weaker side, which could have achieved a good record, might suffer severe injuries in the collision, which would not be worth it and would affect their record. Therefore, when one believed they would lose, they could directly concede.
"Recently, many young people from the Nine Great Immortal Palaces and Heavenly Fortresses have gone to various places to train. Some have even gone into the small worlds. I wonder what level their strength has reached now, and who is stronger or weaker!" The crowd thought to themselves. Today's battles might influence the power dynamics of the Nine Great Immortal Palaces and Heavenly Fortresses for many years to come.
For the first time, Lin Feng was watching others fight from below the battle platform. In the past, during the small world, he had been the protagonist in several battle platform confrontations, dominating the scene. Now, he was constrained, unable to reveal his strength, and could only be a spectator.
However, watching others fight also had its own charm. This battle would allow him to see the combat power of the younger generation from the Nine Great Immortal Palaces and Heavenly Fortresses. Their cultivation levels were all at the Eighth Layer of Sovereign Martial Realm and Ninth Layer of Sovereign Martial Realm. Only a handful were at the Seventh Layer of Sovereign Martial Realm, but their combat power would likely not be weak.
Before long, the battles began. The first match was between a strongman from Qi Tian Fortress and one from Wen Tian Fortress. The two forces had deep conflicts, and both were sharp and aggressive, colliding fiercely without backing down. Although this level of battle allowed surrender, if the strength of both sides was not far apart, who would be willing to lose face? So they still fought fiercely.
In the end, the Wen Tian Fortress fighter defeated the Qi Tian Fortress strongman, but the former also suffered some injuries.
"Not weak. Although both are at the Eighth Layer of Sovereign Martial Realm, their combat power is definitely at the Ninth Layer of Sovereign Martial Realm. Moreover, if they fought ordinary Ninth Layer Sovereign Martial Realm cultivators from the Eight Wastelands, they would surely win." Lin Feng thought to himself. After all, these were the nine young elites selected by the Nine Great Immortal Palaces and Heavenly Fortresses. If their strength were not sufficient, they would not have had the chance to stand on the platform and would have been replaced by others.
Of course, these two Eighth Layer Sovereign Martial Realm cultivators would likely find it difficult to enter the final top eighteen. From the people Lin Feng had encountered in the Eight Wastelands, Zhou Tianruo, Gu Li, and Qiao Chifeng were all much stronger than these two. Moreover, some time had passed since then. Lin Feng did not believe they had not prepared for this major battle during that time.
The second match featured Zhou Tianruo. His opponent was also a Ninth Layer Sovereign Martial Realm strongman. Zhou Tianruo's body released golden sacred qi, golden light piercing through the heavens, and his sacred sword shattered everything. He had indeed made considerable progress compared to when Lin Feng had crushed him, and he won this battle.
The battles continued, and the powerful clashes became increasingly exciting. Some collisions between strong opponents even made people feel suffocated, but also very exhilarating.
Because everyone had to fight against the seventy-two people from the other eight forces, as long as they did not die, anyone had to fight seventy-two matches. This meant the battle would inevitably last for a very long time.
Lin Feng carefully observed every battle. Many of the fighters had talent that was actually inferior to the many monstrous geniuses of the Eight Wastelands. After all, those monstrous figures from the Eight Wastelands were a batch of outstanding youths selected from the entire small world. If these major forces trained them for a period and then let them step onto this battle platform, they would likely sweep through many opponents.
Of course, among these people, there were also those with truly formidable talent. Wen Aofeng also fought a match and was very impressive. When he stepped onto the platform, a Ninth Layer Sovereign Martial Realm strongman clashed directly with him. The moment their fists made contact, the opponent's body was torn apart and killed by him—extremely brutal. The killed person was from Sikong Heavenly Fortress. This scene ignited the anger of the Sikong Heavenly Fortress crowd, but even in their fury, they could do nothing. Life and death on the battle platform were determined by fate. Wen Aofeng's one-strike kill did not violate the rules. Moreover, Wen Aofeng now had the Rebel Dust Martial Emperor sitting above him.
After more than a hundred battles, the sky gradually darkened. The Martial Emperor strongman from Wen Tian Fortress looked at the night and said to the Rebel Dust Martial Emperor beside him: "Senior, let us rest for the night and continue the battle tomorrow, how about it?"
"Alright!" The Rebel Dust Martial Emperor nodded slightly. Although the night did not affect visibility and the battles could continue, there were not only the people from the Nine Great Immortal Palaces and Heavenly Fortresses here but also many martial artists from Qing Di Mountain. They could not keep these Qing Di Mountain martial artists watching the battles indefinitely. The night could be used to build closer relationships with the Qing Di Mountain martial artists. This was a tradition once every ten thousand years.
The Wen Tian Fortress strongman nodded slightly to the adjudicator, who then announced that the battles were suspended and would continue tomorrow.
PS: Thank you to all the brothers for your support!