582: Chapter 582 Shall we take a stroll?

About ten seconds later, a line of text popped up on the light screen.

[Match successful!]

A spatial fluctuation washed over him.

Chen Yi did not resist, letting the force envelop him.

The next second, he appeared in a wilderness.

The sky was pale purple, the ground beneath his feet was cracked, and in the distance, there were a few barren hills.

This was a combat space simulated by the challenge Formation; it was exactly the same as the challenge space in the God Stele Forest.

A young man stood opposite him.

Judging by his aura, he hadn't even reached the level of a Heavenly God.

His face was full of shock, his mouth agape, and his eyes wide open.

"Yi—Yi Chen? Holy crap! It's actually Big Brother Yi Chen!"

Chen Yi was stunned for a moment.

This reaction, why was it like meeting an idol?

But the young man was not afraid; instead, he was so excited that his face turned red.

"Big Brother, I can finally see your true face; you really are extraordinary!"

"I feel like I can brag about being matched with a Big Brother for half my life!"

"Keep going, Big Brother!"

After saying this, a line of text immediately popped up on Chen Yi's light screen.

[Opponent has conceded!]

[Congratulations on winning this match!]

[Current wins: 1]

[Current total matches: 1]

[Current win rate: 100%]

[When the total number of matches exceeds 150 and the win rate is above 90%, you can enter the second round of the preliminaries!]

Chen Yi looked at that line of text and was silent for a moment.

This works too?

What happened to matching opponents of similar strength?

A young man who hadn't even reached the Heavenly God level fighting him, someone in the top 50 of the Ancient God Ranking?

This is called similar strength?

As expected, these prompts are completely untrustworthy!

But it doesn't matter!

Since it's so easy, let's speed-run it!

For the next half day, Chen Yi challenged continuously!

The second match, the opponent was a True God, conceded;

The third match, the opponent was a True God, conceded;

The fourth match, the opponent was a Heavenly God, hesitated, but conceded anyway;

The fifth, sixth, seventh match—almost everyone chose to concede the moment they saw the name Yi Chen!

Although fighting here won't kill you, it consumes a lot of energy!

If you can't win and force it, it's not worth the loss if it affects the next battle!

Therefore, in some cases, conceding is actually the fastest method!

Soon, 150 matches were completed, with a 100% win rate!

For safety, Chen Yi played ten more matches, making it 160 consecutive wins!

He exited the challenge Formation and walked out of the stone stele.

Outside, the sun was shining, and the plaza was still packed with people.

Returning to No. 7 Zizhu Street, Zhao Zhao hadn't returned yet; she must still be challenging.

Chen Yi sat in the courtyard for a while and felt bored.

Now Cultivating with chaos crystals doesn't even increase his attributes by 1,000 per crystal; it's too wasteful.

Other resources had also been refined, and he had nothing to do.

Might as well go out for a stroll!

The Moonlight Festival is so lively; he shouldn't just stay cooped up at home.

Besides, he might even run into one of those girls with memory fragments.

He locked the door and walked slowly along Zizhu Street.

The street was full of people; vendors were setting up stalls along the road, their cries rising and falling—it really didn't feel much different from human society.

Almost all the world malice recognized him, pointing from afar, but no one dared to come up and talk to him.

Chen Yi didn't care and strolled along on his own.

When he reached the street corner, he stopped.

A woman was standing in front of him.

A pale gold long dress, dark brown long hair, an exquisite bun, and star-shaped flower ornaments in her hair—it was actually Fiya?

Fiya also saw Chen Yi.

They looked at each other and were both stunned for a moment.

Fiya stood there, her heart suddenly beating faster.

For the past half month, she had been thinking every day about whether to find Chen Yi.

To think of a reason, find an excuse, even if it was just to say a few words.

But every time she walked to the entrance of Zizhu Street, she backed away.

She was afraid Chen Yi would reject her, afraid he would look down on her, afraid he would think she was a frivolous woman—

Today, after finishing her 150 matches, she had originally intended to return to the Starlight Pavilion.

But as she walked, she inexplicably ended up on Zizhu Street.

By the time she regained her senses, she was already standing in front of Chen Yi's house.

She was about to turn and leave when the door opened, and Chen Yi walked out.

Then, they met at the street corner—

Fiya took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and stepped forward.

"Chen Yi."

Chen Yi looked at her and nodded: "Young Miss Fiya."

Fiya stood in front of him, not knowing what to say.

After a few seconds of silence, she suddenly spoke: "I finished the preliminaries, 150 matches, all wins—"

She regretted it as soon as she said it.

He had finished too, and had all wins; what was there to brag about?

It felt like an ordinary person winning a million-dollar prize and then going to brag in front of a billionaire—

But Chen Yi just smiled: "Congratulations."

Fiya lowered her head, her fingers twisting her cuffs.

She seemed a bit incoherent, and what she said next was jumbled.

"I—I don't know how I ended up here. I originally wanted to go to the preliminary Formation, but as I walked, I ended up on Zizhu Street—maybe I took a wrong turn."

Chen Yi looked at her and didn't call her out.

Zizhu Street and the preliminary Formation, one in the east and one in the west; how could one take a wrong turn?

"Since you're here, do you want to walk together?"

"Walk together?"

"It seems quite lively over there; shall we go take a look?"

Fiya looked at him, her heart skipping a beat, but she immediately agreed: "Okay!"

The two walked side by side on Zizhu Street.

Fiya walked on his right, head lowered, looking at her toes.

She didn't know where to put her hands, where to look, or what to think—it could be said she had never felt this way before.

She stole a glance at Chen Yi.

His profile was very handsome, with sharp lines, a straight nose bridge, and a faint smile on his lips.

His walking posture was very reserved and relaxed, not putting on airs like Kalsis, nor acting deep like other Ancient Gods—

It was just very natural and casual, like an ordinary person strolling through the street!

She suddenly remembered that she hadn't walked like this for a long, long time!

Not rushing, not keeping an appointment, not going to do something!

Just purely wanting to walk aimlessly!

When was the last time she did this?

She had almost forgotten.

"Young Miss Fiya, did the opponents you were matched with all concede?"

"Yes, many people know me, and their strength isn't as good as mine, so they concede at light speed—that's why I was able to end the battles so quickly!"

"That's good, saves trouble."

"What about you? Did anyone dare to fight you?"

"No, they all conceded; I finished in a few hours."

"That's true! Who would dare to fight someone in the top 50 of the Ancient God Ranking, hahaha!"

The two looked at each other and laughed.

The atmosphere suddenly became much more relaxed.