Hearing the exclamations from the crowd around them, Wang Ruoxie and Xiao Ningyue both turned to look.
They saw ten young n and won exuding fierce auras separate the crowd and walk to the center of the square.
"Are they the three kings and seven supres ranked in the top ten of the rit List?"
Wang Ruoxie’s gaze fell on these ten people. Naturally, he also knew that the rankings on the rit List could change at any ti.
Because, almost every mont, soone was hunting the Blood Spirit Race to gain rit, and almost every mont, soone might die.
However, the rankings of the top ten were extrely stable, indicating that their strength was far superior to common people.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to constantly occupy the top ten positions on the rit List.
Over ti, the many Martial Cultivators in the Outer Battlefield collectively referred to these top ten individuals as the three kings and seven supres.
The three kings were naturally the top three: the first-ranked Jing Wuming, the second-ranked Huang Feilong, and the third-ranked Duan Hui.
As for the seven supres, they were ranked fourth to tenth, nad from highest to lowest as Gong Taichen, Hua Yingxue, Dou Shao, Hong Zimo, Jiang Ying, Pan Xinghan, and Qu Hao.
"No wonder they’re the three kings and seven supres among the younger generation in the entire Yuanwu Realm. The lowest cultivation among them, Qu Hao, even has a Pocket World Realm Seventh Layer cultivation."
Xiao Ningyue’s eyes slightly narrowed as she muttered.
A Pocket World Realm Seventh Layer cultivation already steps into the late stage of the Pocket World Realm, which is considered top-tier even in this realm.
Although not everyone ca to the Outer Battlefield to hunt the Blood Spirit Race, those daring to co almost all are geniuses or peerless prodigies from various continents of the Yuanwu Realm.
Therefore, these three kings and seven supres are undoubtedly the ten strongest among the younger generation in the entire Yuanwu Realm, possibly unmatched even by so of the older powerhouses.
"Ridiculous, the Small Thousand World is indeed a land of wilderness. Dare to call themselves kings and supres with just Pocket World Realm cultivation. Don’t they know that in our Spirit Void Realm, Pocket World Realm is just the bottom?"
Liu Song sneered with disdain.
"They are like frogs in a well, unaware that there are higher worlds outside the Small Thousand World. But it’s no wonder, as in their place, Pocket World Realm might already be the pinnacle."
Xu Qiang spoke with a look of contempt.
Hearing their words, a trace of disdain flickered in Wang Ruoxie’s eyes. To him, these two were also frogs in a well, overestimating themselves.
The Middle Thousand World might indeed be a higher plane than the Small Thousand World, but this doesn’t an that Martial Cultivators from the Small Thousand World can’t compare to those from the Middle Thousand World.
For example, he had every confidence he could easily defeat these two arrogant individuals.
Of course, he didn’t bother to engage in a war of words with them. If they t on the Battle Platform later, he wouldn’t mind showing them that Martial Cultivators from the Small Thousand World could also defeat them.
As ti went by, more and more people gathered in the square.
Monts later, on the ten Battle Platforms in the center of the square, battles had started.
Those who ca to participate in this bet-based duel mostly had at least Purple Mansion Realm cultivation and were genuine elite prodigies, so the battles were intensely fierce.
Moreover, neither side left any room for rcy, using every ans necessary to defeat or even kill the opponent.
As a result, the losing side would be seriously injured at best, at worst directly killed.
They saw one genius after another stained with blood being knocked off the Battle Platforms, even eliminated, followed by others leaping up to take their place.
One fight would start, end quickly, and imdiately proceed to the next.
The rules of this betting duel were simple: there were no rules. As long as you could bring a wager, you could duel again and again, and if you were strong enough, you could stay on the Battle Platform, defeating more opponents, and gaining more benefits.
Wang Ruoxie noticed that the higher a participant’s cultivation, the more precious their wager. Especially genius fighters of the Pocket World Realm, who at least would bet an Upper Grade Celestial Tier treasure.
This ant if he could consecutively defeat a hundred Martial Cultivators of the Pocket World Realm, he could not only obtain a kind of Five Elents Treasures but at least a hundred pieces of Upper Grade Celestial Tier wagers.
Moreover, so late-stage Pocket World Realm geniuses might even bet Top Grade Celestial Tier treasures or possibly even Lower Grade Sacred Artifacts.
Several hours quickly passed, and fierce battles were still ongoing on the ten Battle Platforms.
At this point, those remaining on the platforms were almost all of Pocket World Realm cultivation, and their wagers were at least of the Upper Grade Celestial Tier.
"Look, the three kings and seven supres are making their moves."
At this mont, soone shouted in surprise, and everyone looked to see that the three kings and seven supres, as if coordinated, simultaneously rose into the air and landed on the ten Battle Platforms.
Predictably, they easily defeated their respective opponents and remained on the platforms.
"A Lower Grade Sacred Artifact as a wager, anyone can challenge ."
First King Jing Wuming stood proudly on the Battle Platform, slowly speaking.
"To challenge , you need at least a Lower Grade Sacred Artifact."
"Anyone who can offer a Lower Grade Sacred Tier wager can challenge ."
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Imdiately after, the other two kings and the seven supres also spoke up one by one.
Hearing their words, many below the platforms remained silent. Not to ntion whether they were opponents of the three kings and seven supres, even if they were confident of victory, they might not have a Lower Grade Sacred Tier wager.
Of course, there were indeed those who could bring out such a wager, even quite a few, but they did not rush to duel; they all waited for the most opportune mont.
"Kid, weren’t you very arrogant before? Why haven’t you made a move yet?"
Liu Song glanced at Wang Ruoxie with contempt, sneering.
"He is all talk; although these so-called three kings and seven supres are just paper tigers in our eyes, to him, they are insurmountable. I think he must be scared."
Xu Qiang also mocked: "But that’s understandable; fearing death is human nature."
"Fear death?"
Wang Ruoxie gave Liu Song and Xu Qiang a cold look, then directly stepped onto one of the platforms.
The platform he chose was currently held by the bottom-ranked of the seven supres, Qu Hao.
"Could you wait for a mont?"
Wang Ruoxie smiled slightly at Qu Hao and asked.
Hearing this, Qu Hao was slightly stunned, then also smiled and said, "As you wish."
"Which of you two is coming first?"
Wang Ruoxie turned to Liu Song and Xu Qiang and said.
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