Wang Mang’s figure then vanished from the spot, leaving only the ghostly hand condensed in the air for Song Ming. Seeing this, Song Ming did not panic; he knew Wang Mang intended to ambush him, even though Wang Mang’s power was already quite strong.

A blood-red sword appeared in Song Ming’s hand, and he directly slashed behind him.

The massive sword light directly cleaved cracks in the space around him, demonstrating the immense power of Song Ming’s move.

And Wang Mang’s previously vanished figure was forced to reappear.

"How is this possible? How did your power suddenly become so strong? Is it because of the sword in your hand?" Wang Mang exclaimed in shock.

Only Song Ming’s sword answered Wang Mang, and their battle officially began.

Wang Yufan watched quietly from a distance. If his prediction was correct, Wang Mang would most likely lose. Although Song Ming was one realm lower than Wang Mang, the sword in his hand was no ordinary item. Moreover, Wang Mang’s late Eternal Realm was not very stable. If Wang Yufan was not mistaken, Wang Mang might have forcefully raised his cultivation using some pills in the later stages.

With a final critical strike, Wang Mang was directly struck by Song Ming and sent flying backward.

The referee announced Song Ming’s advancement to the group stage final.

After their match concluded, the next one was Wanru against a young man named Meng Shenji. Meng Shenji wore a Taoist robe, yet he held an ancient abacus, constantly manipulating its beads.

Upon entering the arena, Meng Shenji continuously began to calculate for Wanru.

Wanru narrowed her eyes slightly at this scene. She had once heard her master say that there were some peculiar sects in this world whose cultivation methods and paths were entirely different from others, just like Meng Shenji, who stood before her.

Watching Meng Shenji constantly calculating, Wanru had no immediate intention of attacking. Only when Meng Shenji’s hand stopped did she speak, "May I ask if you have calculated anything?"

Hearing Wanru’s words, Meng Shenji shook his head and said, "You win this match, and I lose."

"Hmm? Why? We haven’t even officially started the match yet. How do you know you’re not my opponent?" Wanru asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Hahaha, I am a Divine Strategist. Your strength is completely above mine. Even if I use my trump card, you will break it, after all, you also have a move you have never used, right?" Meng Shenji said with a laugh.

Upon hearing this, Wanru’s heart skipped a beat. She truly hadn’t expected Meng Shenji to be able to calculate such a thing.

"Therefore, this humble Daoist bids farewell." Meng Shenji said, and just as he was about to leave, Wanru immediately said,

"Then can you calculate who will win this Genius Grand Competition?"

Hearing Wanru’s words, Meng Shenji said with a smile,

"I do not calculate this matter. I only divine for things that interest me, and this so-called Genius Grand Competition is of no use to me. I merely came here to observe."

After speaking, Meng Shenji directly told the bewildered referee, "I concede."

And upon receiving Meng Shenji’s intention, the referee publicly announced Wanru’s advancement to the group finals.

As Meng Shenji left the arena and passed by Wang Yufan, a surge of curiosity enveloped him.

Because he saw an invisible force surrounding Wang Yufan. As he stood in his designated spot, the beads of his abacus ceaselessly moved up and down, until he suddenly spat out a mouthful of clotted blood, staring wide-eyed at Wang Yufan.

He had been on the verge of seeing Wang Yufan’s future appearance when he was suddenly cut off by an invisible force, and the resulting backlash directly caused him severe injury.

This was the first time he had suffered such an injury since descending the mountain. His master had once told him that there was a type of person in this world that his Divine Strategist clan could not calculate: those who possessed great destiny, and who might influence the world’s pattern in the future.

His eyes were fixed on Wang Yufan without blinking, and the other members of this group also noticed this, turning to look at Wang Yufan.

Wang Yufan said with a smile, "Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have flowers on my face? I wasn’t aware."

"Hahaha, young master, may we be friends?" Meng Shenji stood up and said to Wang Yufan with a smile.

Wang Yufan looked at the young man holding the abacus; his eyes were very clear. Wang Yufan was very accurate in judging people. He knew that this person was likely curious and interested in him without any ill intent, so he also said with a smile, "Alright, my name is Wang Yufan. You can call me Young Master Changsheng."

Hearing Wang Yufan’s last sentence, Meng Shenji was a bit stunned. According to their age difference, he should be younger than Wang Yufan, right? Moreover, if he directly called Wang Yufan ’Young Master,’ Meng Shenji felt his position would become like that of a servant.

"Uh, my name is Meng Shenji, from the Divine Strategist clan. You can just call me Shenji, or even Little Meng or Little Ji." Meng Shenji said.

"Little Ji? Little JJ?" Wang Yufan said inadvertently.

This single sentence immediately made Meng Shenji’s face turn bright red. And Wanru, who was not far away, heard Wang Yufan say this and immediately said, "Shameless, you pervert!"

Seeing everyone’s reaction, Wang Yufan knew he had misspoken. He quickly said to Meng Shenji, "Alright, then let’s just call you Shenji. As for you, you can call me whatever you like."

Hearing this, Meng Shenji’s mood eased quite a bit, but he still felt something was off, though it was much better than before. So, he once again showed a stiff smile and said, "Alright then, I’ll call you Big Brother Changsheng. I’d like to invite you to meet my master. I wonder if you have time. Would you do me the honor?"

Hearing Meng Shenji say such words, Wang Yufan was momentarily stunned. Seeing Wang Yufan’s reaction, Meng Shenji continued, "It’s like this, I just calculated for Big Brother Changsheng, and I couldn’t calculate your future. Your future is enveloped by an invisible force. Just now, when I tried to peek, I was directly met with a backlash."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yufan’s originally smiling face slowly changed.

"If you’re inviting me there for your master to peek into my future, then I think we might as well not be friends. I don’t want my future path to be defined by others," Wang Yufan said very seriously.

Understanding Wang Yufan’s meaning, Meng Shenji now used a voice transmission and said, "Big Brother Changsheng, there are some things I cannot say openly here, based on what I just calculated. Although you are very mysterious, your future path is filled with many hardships, even endangering your life."