Sure enough, the third round ended in just a few minutes.
Lin Xuan, a公子-level prodigy with combat power at the Spirit Element Realm, along with the four公子 who were already at the Spirit Element Realm, took the stage.
They faced off against the remaining five martial artists at the Opening Spirit Realm.
Naturally, they won with ease.
Their opponents either conceded voluntarily or were defeated in a single move.
The matches concluded swiftly.
The four公子 and Lin Xuan, five in total, all advanced to the top five.
This was all within expectations.
No one was surprised.
The Grand Elder of the Sun Yuan Sect once again descended onto the third arena and announced:
"The third round ends here!
Zhang Yuchen, Chen Feng, Zhou Wenhao, Wu Xin, and Lin Xuan advance to the top five.
Next is the fourth round: five into three, competing for the top three spots.
After joint deliberation by the high-level members of the eight major powers,
Zhang Yuchen, as the champion of the previous grand competition, automatically advances to the top three.
For the remaining four, Chen Feng will face Wu Xin, and Zhou Wenhao will face Lin Xuan.
The winners advance to the top three!
These two matches will both take place on the third arena, one after the other.
For these next two rounds, I will serve as the referee.
First match: Chen Feng versus Wu Xin.
Begin!"
As his words fell, the arena fell silent.
Everyone’s spirits lifted.
The two公子-level prodigies were finally going head-to-head.
Regardless of who won or lost, this would be one of the most thrilling matches of the Red Sun Domain Grand Competition.
The crowd was filled with anticipation.
On the northern and eastern stands, Chen Feng and Wu Xin, upon hearing this, both stood up and walked toward the arena.
Both were quite handsome and公子-level prodigies.
As soon as they stepped onto the stage, they drew cheers from many female martial artists in the audience.
Then, after the Grand Elder announced the start, the two engaged in fierce combat.
True to their公子-level status, they were not only at the Spirit Element Realm but also capable of fighting above their level.
Even a mid-stage Spirit Element Realm martial artist would struggle to defeat them.
Both knew this was a decisive battle for advancing to the top three, so neither held back.
They fought fiercely.
However, their strength wasn’t vastly different.
After a grueling battle lasting tens of minutes, no winner emerged.
The spectators found it quite enjoyable to watch.
On the southern arena, Lin Xuan watched the match on the third arena from a distance, his expression cold.
After observing for a while, he lost interest.
Although these two were ranked among the four公子 and were at the Spirit Element Realm,
if it weren’t for maximizing energy points, he could probably take them out with a single punch each.
Boring.
He couldn’t be bothered to pay more attention.
He closed his eyes and began to comprehend the *Golden Scale Elephant Art*.
Currently, the *Golden Scale Elephant Art* was his strongest martial art.
It also represented his greatest combat power.
If he switched to swordsmanship, even the *Nirvana Sword Art* couldn’t compare to the *Golden Scale Elephant Art*.
In fact, Lin Xuan had a faint feeling
that a complete version of the *Golden Scale Elephant Art* would far surpass the *Nirvana Sword Art*.
Given the immense potential of this *Golden Scale Elephant Art*, he naturally needed to invest significant effort into it.
After all, aside from his spatial talent, it was his strongest trump card.
It was now, and it might remain so in the future.
Nearly half an hour passed.
Lin Xuan opened his eyes again and looked toward the third arena.
At that moment, the fierce battle on the third arena was still ongoing, with both sides evenly matched.
"Chen Feng will win."
He said this calmly, then closed his eyes to continue his comprehension.
Although his voice wasn’t loud, the arena was quiet, with everyone focused on the match on the third arena.
As Lin Xuan was a presence on the southern stands comparable to the four公子 and was set to compete in the next match,
some occasionally glanced his way.
His words naturally spread, reaching the high-level members and disciples of the various powers on the southern stands.
Instantly, many shifted their gaze to Lin Xuan.
What did Lin Xuan just say?
Chen Feng would win?
How did he know?
The two were still locked in fierce combat, with neither at a disadvantage.
None of them could yet tell who would win, but Lin Xuan could?
Could it be that Lin Xuan, as a top-tier prodigy, surpassed them even in insight?
The crowd was greatly shaken and astonished.
Of course, many scoffed, showing disdain.
We admit that you, Lin Xuan, have exceptional talent and formidable strength.
But you, a youngster who only rose to prominence less than a year ago, think your insight can match us old-timers who’ve been immersed in martial arts for decades or half a lifetime?
Aren’t you just trying to show off?
Remember, Chen Feng and Wu Xin had never faced each other before.
Among the four公子, aside from the prodigy Zhang Yuchen, the other three were considered equals.
We haven’t noticed anything unusual, yet you, Lin Xuan, claim to know who will win after just one glance?
Too fake, right?
Let’s see the result—if Chen Feng doesn’t win, your face will be thoroughly slapped.
With that, the crowd’s attention returned to the third arena.
They wanted to see if Lin Xuan’s judgment was accurate.
At that moment, the battle on the arena continued.
But before long, Chen Feng’s aura surged to a new level, and he fought with increasing ferocity.
Meanwhile, Wu Xin’s aura suddenly plummeted.
Under Chen Feng’s relentless assault, he was forced back, falling into a disadvantage.
Within minutes, he sustained repeated injuries, and his presence grew weaker.
After a while longer, he was powerfully blasted off the arena by Chen Feng.
The match concluded.
And as Lin Xuan had said, Chen Feng was the victor.
Moreover, after half an hour of evenly matched combat, the outcome was decided in less than a quarter of an hour after Lin Xuan’s prediction.
And it matched exactly what Lin Xuan had foretold.
On the southern stands, the crowd was deeply shaken, staring at Lin Xuan in disbelief.
Lin Xuan had risen swiftly, with extraordinary talent and strength far surpassing the younger disciples of Cang Yuan Nation.
Now, even his insight was so profound that even the older generation couldn’t match him?
Everyone was stunned, unable to calm down.
Those who had previously dismissed Lin Xuan’s judgment wore grim expressions.
They hadn’t expected to be outdone by a junior like Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan’s sudden rise and rapid ascent had allowed the Flowing Cloud Sect to grow and thrive alongside him.
It wouldn’t be difficult for them to become the top power among the five major forces of Cang Yuan Nation.
But the Flowing Cloud Sect’s rise inevitably blocked the path of other powers, taking away benefits that should have been theirs.
They could do nothing to change this.
Naturally, they held no goodwill toward Lin Xuan.
They hoped Lin Xuan would stumble, be humiliated, or even fall.
But now, Lin Xuan had once again demonstrated his strength, turning the tables on them.
Their faces darkened like water, filled with displeasure.
Yet none dared to show it too openly.
They feared being noticed by others, especially Lin Xuan.
Because now, Lin Xuan was someone they couldn’t afford to provoke.