Genius in the whole system: The useless young lady dominates the world

Lu Lingxi walked to Zhan Jiuyou's side, her gaze sweeping lightly over the five members of the Gale team. In her eyes, those five were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter, not worth mentioning.

A contemptuous smirk curled at the corner of her lips as she said softly, "Captain, it's time to settle the score between Blaze and Gale."

Upon hearing this, Zhan Jiuyou and the other three team members were all shaken, and a determination to win quickly appeared in their eyes.

At this moment, the shouts of the audience rose and fell, and pairs of enthusiastic eyes were fixed on the two sides about to engage in a duel.

The referee stood in the center of the ring, hands raised high, and excitedly announced: "Flame challenges Gale, the match officially begins!"

As soon as the referee gave the whistle, the entire stadium erupted in cheers. People excitedly stood up from their seats, waving their arms and shouting wildly to cheer on their respective teams.

Someone unearthed a banner that read, "The flames will prevail!"

"Flames, flames, flames..."

The cheers from the audience were deafening, pushing the atmosphere in the arena to a climax.

Feng Wuyai gave Zhan Jiuyou and the others a simple and honest smile, a big smile on his face.

"Brother Zhan, I'm going up now."

Zhan Jiuyou nodded vigorously, returning an encouraging look. His words were brief and powerful, full of trust in his teammate.

"Great! I wish you the best of luck!"

With a light leap, Feng Wuyai landed steadily on the arena. His figure appeared exceptionally agile in the sunlight, like a tiger poised to pounce.

"Don't think you can beat us just because you have a young genius. Today, I'll beat you so badly you'll be beating me to a pulp!"

As they were talking, a martial artist with the rank of six-star Martial Emperor strode onto the arena. His figure was somewhat similar to Feng Wuyai's, but his words were rough and unrestrained, which contrasted sharply with his calm appearance.

Feng Wuyai smiled dismissively and responded calmly, clearly not taking the other party's provocation to heart.

"Oh? So confident. I'll see who ends up being the laughingstock who runs away with their tail between their legs."

This martial artist knew perfectly well that Feng Wuyai's strength was on par with his own, and now that he had the sacred artifact, he was certain of victory.

At this moment, he was confident. With a burst of wild laughter, a Heaven-Shattering Hammer appeared in his hand. This was an ancient sacred artifact that had been lost for a long time. It was carefully crafted from extremely rare black iron. Not only was it incredibly heavy, but it also exuded a terrifying pressure.

With the appearance of the Skybreaker Hammer, the audience gasped in astonishment, marveling at the reappearance of this long-lost sacred artifact.

People whispered among themselves, speculating about where the martial artist had found this item, wondering if there was some extraordinary opportunity or a considerable price to pay behind it.

Bei Chen Haoyu sat upright on the stage, his expression solemn, clearly aware of the unpredictable nature of the match.

Feng Shengxie was so nervous that his palms were sweating. The existence of a sacred artifact, even if a Martial Emperor could only unleash one ten-thousandth of its power, was enough to be the key to turning the tide of battle.

The atmosphere on the field became extremely tense.

Everyone knows that Feng Wuyai's strength is not much different from that martial artist's. Now that his opponent possesses a sacred artifact, winning is almost impossible unless Feng Wuyai also possesses a sacred artifact that can rival it. Otherwise, there is no hope at all.

Bei Chen Haoyu glanced sideways and asked Feng Shengxie beside him, "President Feng, in your opinion, what are Feng Wuyai's chances of winning this battle?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Shengxie smiled faintly, "Keep watching, and the answer will be revealed."

Seeing this, Bei Chen Haoyu stopped asking questions and turned his attention back to the arena where Lie Yan was.

On the other side, the martial arts master of the Gale Mercenary Group had a look of contempt and disdain in his eyes. He glanced at Feng Wuyai as if victory was in his grasp, and his tone was full of arrogant arrogance.

"Hmph, with a sacred artifact in hand, annihilating you is as easy as taking candy from a baby. A wise man knows when to yield; you'd better surrender now to avoid bringing shame upon yourselves."

On the Flame Team's side, the members exchanged glances, their eyes filled with mockery of the Gale Mercenary Group's foolish behavior.

Feng Tianyi, in particular, scoffed in a low voice, "Hmph, nothing but a bunch of clowns!"

Though the words were spoken softly, they were like sharp blades, piercing the other's ears precisely, igniting the martial artist's fury. He roared in response, "You brat, you'd better watch your mouth! If you've got the guts, show us your weapons!"

"In that case..."

Before Feng Wuyai finished speaking, a large sword suddenly appeared in his hand. The sword was over three feet long, with a completely black blade, an exceptionally sharp edge, and a chilling light. A rare blood-red spirit crystal was embedded in the tip of the sword, which shone with a bewitching and sinister luster in the sunlight, making it clear to anyone who saw it that it was no ordinary item.

The martial artist's face was instantly filled with shock, his lips trembled slightly, and he managed to squeeze out a few words.

"This is... a divine... artifact!"

In the crowd, someone could not contain their shock and screamed, "My God! That's... an ancient artifact, the legendary personal weapon of the divine general, Flame Venerable—the Demon-Subduing Blade!"

Upon hearing this, the clamor of the entire dueling arena instantly froze, as if even time itself had stopped. All eyes were focused on the large sword in Feng Wuyai's hand, and those with sharp eyes even noticed that the two ancient seal characters "Subduing Demons" were faintly visible on the hilt.

Some even asked in a low voice with suspicion, "The Flame Venerable? Who is that? I've never heard of him before!"

An elderly man who looked erudite slowly began to speak, his voice tinged with reminiscence, “It’s normal not to have heard of it. There are very few records of history before ancient times. I only glimpsed a little bit about it by chance in an ancient book. To talk about that history, we have to start from the descent of the creator god into the world…”