Chapter 119: A Gathering of Geniuses

Inside Apartment No. 1 of Building 0825.

The apartment was extraordinarily spacious; for instance, the bed alone measured ten meters long and six meters wide. Perhaps this was designed with the possibility of some geniuses being physically large in mind. Naturally, this nearly thousand-square-meter residence still felt quite vast to Luo Yuan.

“Let’s go take a look.”

“To see the super geniuses from the major cosmic nations,” Luo Yuan’s eyes gleamed with a hint of anticipation.

Luo Yuan stepped out of the apartment and, along with several other geniuses from the Qianwu Cosmic Nation, left the building to head toward the central plaza.

The central plaza was larger than an entire city on Earth. However, these peerless geniuses were all at the Stellar Level Nine, meaning they could spot each other from dozens of kilometers away with a single glance.

As the group of Qianwu geniuses entered the plaza—

“Look, it’s Rong Jun.”

“Rong Jun, indeed.”

“I heard he has the strength to break into the top ten overall rankings.”

“He’s formidable, with profound comprehension of the ‘Earth’ and ‘Space’ primal laws. I hope we don’t run into him.”

“Hah, let me tell you, Luo Yuan is the real powerhouse. He has mastered the ten fundamental primal laws and realms.”

“No kidding. We don’t dare provoke Luo Yuan; if we meet him, we’d better surrender immediately!”

“Pathetic! Even if I can’t beat him, I’ll at least spit blood on his face!”

“You’re bold!”

…

Many young people from other cosmic nations whispered among themselves. This made the other Qianwu geniuses walking alongside Luo Yuan and Rong Jun feel uncomfortable. Naturally, they dispersed upon reaching the plaza.

Luo Yuan walked side by side with Luo Feng.

“So, Rong Jun is really strong?” Luo Yuan asked, looking at Luo Feng.

“Yeah, he’s very powerful. I lost to him in our last battle,” Luo Feng replied with a hint of disappointment.

“Haha, you just didn’t show your full strength. Rong Jun might not necessarily be your match,” Luo Yuan chuckled.

“Maybe,” Luo Feng smiled faintly.

“Hey, Luo Feng, there you are. Uh, Luo Yuan, nice to meet you. I’m Feng Lun, a good friend of Luo Feng’s,” a green-haired youth suddenly ran over and said.

“Uh, hello!” Luo Yuan politely nodded to the green-haired youth, then smiled and said, “Your hair color is very beautiful!”

“Really? Getting a compliment from you, Luo Yuan, makes me very happy,” Feng Lun replied with a smile.

Luo Yuan and Luo Feng merely smiled softly; after all, extraterrestrials wouldn’t understand the cultural nuances of Earth’s Huaxia nation.

“Look over there,” Feng Lun pointed to a stunning young woman dressed in white feathers. The girl looked like an angel from Earth’s legends, with two wings behind her and a crystal embedded on her forehead. “That’s Ai Chen, from the Mengluo Wing Clan. She has the strength to challenge the top ten overall rankings, nicknamed ‘Light Sword.’ She’s incredibly terrifying.”

“Hmm,” Luo Yuan and Luo Feng gazed at the Mengluo Wing girl who seemed untouched by the mortal world’s dust and smoke.

“‘Light Sword’ Ai Chen.” Luo Yuan scanned the plaza. Before now, he had naturally gathered intelligence. Though detailed data was scarce, he knew the most famous figures.

“There he is!”

Luo Yuan spotted a slender figure about two or three meters tall, shrouded in a black robe. Nearby, people whispered, “That’s ‘Phantom Demon’ Galexi, from the Howl God Clan. In the Pengu Cosmic Nation’s genius battles, it’s said he never even struck a blow; he only glanced at his opponents, and they all fell into illusions and died. A terrifying illusionist, definitely capable of breaking into the top ten overall rankings.”

…

Walking through the central plaza, Luo Yuan saw one peerless genius after another, each regarded as number one in their respective cosmic nations.

Although they were top-ranked in their own worlds, among the 1,008 cosmic nations, only about twenty could truly challenge the top ten overall… After all, strength depended on temporary conditions and other factors, and without direct confrontation, nothing could be confirmed. Still, Luo Yuan had seen footage of the twenty most highly acclaimed, each one extremely powerful and wildly intense.

“The Prince of Manka Star is here!” someone suddenly shouted.

In the distance, a young man in silver robes approached. He was handsome and considered a super genius capable of breaking into the top ten overall rankings. It had been a very long time since Manka Star had produced such an outstanding talent among the younger generation.

However, this Manka Star prince strode directly toward where Luo Yuan was standing, ignoring everyone else.

“You must be Luo Yuan?” The strikingly handsome prince stopped before Luo Yuan, his eyes blazing with fervent battle intent.

“I am Luo Yuan. What do you want?” Luo Yuan asked calmly.

“I’ve watched your battle videos. You’re strong. I look forward to fighting you!” The prince smiled and, without waiting for a reply, turned and left. Luo Yuan frowned, sensing the prince’s pride bordered on arrogance.

“Hm?”

Suddenly, Luo Yuan felt an overwhelming aura.

Silence.

The entire plaza fell silent.

Hundreds of thousands of geniuses from various cosmic nations almost simultaneously turned to look in one direction. Luo Yuan and his companions glanced over to see a young man in white emerging from a distant building. Handsome but expressionless, he resembled an iceberg, carrying a blood-red longsword on his back.

As he strode toward the plaza, his cold eyes swept over the hundreds of thousands of geniuses without the slightest flicker of emotion.

“The Reaper!”

“Reaper Balan!”

“It’s him!”

Whispers echoed throughout the plaza. The Howl God youth in black robes, the stunning Mengluo Wing girl, the armored Manka Star prince, the seemingly unbreakable wild man, the six-meter-tall burly man wielding a blood-red great axe, the green-haired youth adorned with mysterious green markings—all the truly top-tier superpowers among the millions of geniuses in the plaza fixed their gaze on the white-robed youth with the blood-red sword.

Among these elites was, of course, Luo Yuan himself.

“This Balan’s aura is impressive, and his appearance is decent, but he gives off an extreme vibe—he might be a fanatic,” Luo Yuan mused, stroking his chin.

“Hey, Third Brother, don’t underestimate him. From the intelligence gathered, this Reaper ‘Balan’ has manifested hundreds of illusory forms. This clearly means his spatial secret technique, ‘Myriad Threads Flow,’ has nearly reached the fourth level,” Luo Feng exclaimed.

“Oh? ‘Myriad Threads Flow’ nearing its fourth level? Interesting. Too bad it’s still a bit weak.” Luo Yuan’s own ‘Myriad Threads Flow’ was already approaching the highest level—the legendary ‘Teleportation.’

“Third Brother, you’re so confident. Looks like your strength has improved a lot over the past year and a half,” Luo Feng asked with keen interest.

“Heh, trying to pry information out of me? No way. You’ll find out soon enough,” Luo Yuan teased.

Luo Feng pouted but was also eager to witness the battle between Balan and Luo Yuan. After all, both were contenders for the top spot in this generation’s genius competition.

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