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That was Ye Qingyang, who had once ranked second on the Doomsday Battlefield's Grand Master Ranking!

No one dared to reply.

"What? The competition isn't over yet, but none of the elite students are willing to come out and fight?" His tone sounded very derisive.

As Yin Rong stared at the sinister-looking young man, she automatically reworded Ye Qingyang's words—

[The competition is not over yet, but none of the elite students are willing to come out to welcome the guest?]

She felt that Ye Qingyang didn't look like an itinerant cultivator who was here to participate in the challenge. He looked more like a sponsor who was going to visit a KTV.

It was normal for sponsors to look at the hostesses and hosts of the clubhouse with disdain.

Yin Rong was shocked by her own thoughts.

Facing Ye Qingyang's accusation, the elite students looked at each other in dismay.

Finally, a female student braced herself and walked out of the team.

The female cultivator pointed at the huge screen floating in the sky and said, "Ye Qingyang, there are only 5,000 participants in this intercontinental finals. Among them, only 100 people can obtain slots by challenging elite students. Look up, the 100 slots for the challenge are already full."

When the female cultivator saw that Ye Qingyang raised his head and looked at the huge screen, she puffed out her chest and said unhappily, "You're too late."

Upon hearing the female cultivator's words, the other elite students seemed to have found an excuse to reject Ye Qingyang. They all said, "That's right, Ye Qingyang. The hundred slots are full. You can only participate in the next term's competition."

Ye Qingyang was a ghostly cultivator.

None of the top academies wanted to recruit him.

When they came, they had been instructed by the academies' administrators to do whatever it took to prevent Ye Qingyang from obtaining the right to participate.

But how could they be Ye Qingyang's match?

Four years ago, this person surpassed Jing Jiaren and obtained second place on the Doomsday Battlefield's Grand Master Ranking. It was said that the reason he stopped at second place was that he wasn't interested in challenging Zhan Wuya, who was ranked first.

His goal in participating in the Doomsday Battlefield was to defeat Jing Jiaren and avenge himself.

Because he had never really fought with Zhan Wuya, who was more powerful was still a mystery.

The person in front of them was a top-notch powerhouse who could rival Zhan Wuya. Although they felt that they were also top students of various schools…

However, there was still a distance between a top student and a prodigy.

Since they couldn't defeat Ye Qingyang, they thought that they would be unable to complete the mission assigned to them by their school's leaders. However, admitting defeat directly would embarrass them.

At this moment, using the excuse that the 100 slots were full to reject Ye Qingyang's participation was simply the perfect excuse.

Ye Qingyang's gaze lingered on the huge screen for a few seconds. After seeing the list of hundred people clearly, he suddenly sneered.

As Ye Qingyang held his sword in his right hand, he stared at the group of elite students below with his arms crossed and said, "I've investigated the situation of the previous grand finals. In the last grand finals, only more than 30 itinerant cultivators successfully obtained the right to participate through the Challenger League. Before that, there were 50. Before even that, there were 42. This year, things are quite strange. There are actually 100 itinerant cultivators who passed the Challenger League within three days of the end of the grand finals…"

Ye Qingyang looked at the group of elite students, who had guilty expressions, and sneered. "I wonder if the overall strength of the itinerant cultivators has suddenly increased this year, or if the elite students guarding the arena are too weak?"

Without giving the elite students a chance to explain, Ye Qingyang asked, "Or is it that in order to prevent me from participating the grand finals, you guys went easy on the challengers so that they can fill the spots in advance?"

Upon hearing Ye Qingyang's words, the 100 cultivators who had successfully obtained the right to participate in the finals through the Challenger League had ugly expressions.

They felt that Ye Qingyang was looking down on them and ruining their reputation.

"Ye Qingyang, don't talk nonsense! We all relied on our abilities to successfully pass the Challenger League and obtain the right to participate in the finals. You're distorting the truth and tarnishing our reputation. Aren't you being a little too arrogant?!"

"That's right, Ye Qingyang. Don't judge others based on your ability. You came late, yet you're blaming us!"