The University Arena Competition occurred once every four years and was the grandest event among the Alliance’s universities.
Students who placed in the top ten not only received prize money but also earned commendations authorized by the Alliance Chairman himself. Whether they entered government service or the Military District later on, they would have an easier start than others.
In short, this event carried tremendous weight.
The Preliminary Selection was divided by urban districts, with nearby cities’ universities competing together. Each district selected fifty participants to advance to the next stage—a larger mixed-university round.
A single planet hosted three levels of mixed rounds: first within the planet’s universities, followed by three rounds of the Stellar System Tournament.
After the Stellar System Tournament, five hundred competitors advanced to the three final rounds.
Except for the finals, all Preliminary Selections and mixed rounds were single-elimination—one match only. All entrants were randomly matched, facing whoever they drew. Win and advance; lose and you’re out.
So, besides skill, luck played a huge role.
The entire schedule lasted over a month, with events outside the planet’s Preliminary Selection concentrated during winter break.
As a Medical Major student, even in his senior year, Mu Chenxing’s coursework remained grueling. He could only squeeze every second out of his day for training.
The day before the event started, the school shuttled the competing students via several flight vehicles to the district finals’ city, where they stayed at Zhengfa University.
After all, this was an individual arena competition, so Military Academies received slightly more slots than regular universities.
Their school was no exception.
Their school didn’t even hold tryouts—they rounded up everyone who signed up, including the dozen or so Omegas from the junior class, wishing they could claim every slot in the next Preliminary Selection.
It was nothing like the Military Academy sports festival.
Oh, and because there were so few Omegas—and this was the first time any had competed—Zhengfa University housed them in the Medical Building.
The Omegas had no complaints. Zhengfa University put them on the top floor for good privacy, and no one bothered them.
Early the next morning, everyone gathered and took the shuttle buses arranged by Zhengfa University to the Suburban Sports Stadium.
Assembly at Zhengfa University went smoothly—it was a weekend morning at a side entrance, so it didn’t draw much attention.
But when they arrived at the stadium, the dozen or so Omegas escorted at the front instantly became the center of attention.
“Hiss? Am I seeing this right? Those are Omegas?”
“Are they from the school press corps? Our school has one too, but they’re all Betas.”
“No press badges. Not reporters.”
“Are they Betas?”
“Nope, I smell Pheromones. Definitely Omegas.”
“Damn, they’re actually competing.”
Whispers, gasps…
At the athlete check-in area in the stadium, over a dozen lines snaked toward scanners for personal ID verification into the athlete zone.
Mu Chenxing led the Omegas to the front of the line, with Betas and Alphas filing in behind. Once the teams ahead finished, he stepped up first and scanned his wristband.
Beep. “Alliance First Military Academy, Mu Chenxing, checked in.”
Murmurs erupted around them instantly.
“They’re actually competing.”
“Oh my god, Omegas in the arena competition?”
“First time I’ve heard of this.”
…
Buzz buzz buzz.
The enormous stadium hummed like a million bees in flight.
Mu Chenxing ignored it, leading his teammates along the floor markings to their school’s athlete rest area and taking seats.
The Omegas sat in the first row, with everyone else behind them.
They were all Military Academy students—rowdy in private was fine, but here, after a couple of mutters, Mu Chenxing shot them a cold glare, and they shut up immediately.
Next to their group’s area sat students from an industrial university—not many, but their leader seemed like a social butterfly. He leaned in and whispered to the single-eyelid Alpha beside him, “Bro, is your team’s student leader an Omega?”
The single-eyelid Alpha nodded with a complicated expression.
Nearby students who overheard gasped.
The leader asked, “Why?”
Single-eyelid Alpha: “It’s complicated…”
A dark-skinned Alpha behind him poked his head in: “He’s been a part-time TA since sophomore year—basically half a teacher.”
The leader nodded in realization: “Ah, he’s done TA work. So he brought the Omegas to take care of you guys? Smart move. Omegas are so gentle and thoughtful. If I had one looking after me, I’d go all out too.”
Dark-skinned Alpha: “…”
He started to say something, but the single-eyelid Omega yanked him back, physically silencing him.
The leader didn’t press, shifting his gaze back to the Omegas in the front row. He even chatted with his teammates: “That Omega leader’s hot—such fair skin. The ones next to him are cute too, just a bit tanned. With this many Omegas, they must be there to handle the Alphas’ certain needs—”
Someone gripped his shoulder.
His chuckling classmates fell silent, tensing up.
A clear, pleasant voice sounded behind him: “Classmate, what’s your name?”
The leader turned in surprise, locking eyes with the subject of his chatter.
He opened his mouth, forcing a dry laugh: “I’m He Xufang.”
Seeing the smile on the other’s face, his embarrassment vanished. He said enthusiastically, “What’s your name? Wanna exchange contacts?”
It was, of course, Mu Chenxing.
He withdrew his hand and smiled faintly: “No thanks. I have standards for my friends.”
The leader: “?”
Mu Chenxing pulled up his Holo-Screen and typed: “He Xufang, right? These three characters?”
The other nodded, puzzled.
Mu Chenxing: “Got it. Thanks.”
He forwarded it to a group chat and sent a voice message: “Remember this name. Anyone who draws him and doesn’t eliminate him gets two extra hours of training daily when we get back.”
The leader: “??”
Mu Chenxing closed the Holo-Screen, flashed him a smile, and walked away.
The leader and those nearby who heard exchanged glances with the furious glares from the Alliance First Military Academy group, utterly baffled.
—He’s just an Omega! He can’t order training like that, right?
Before they could process it, the broadcast announced the event rules, and everyone focused up for the matches.
The Preliminary Selection matchups were randomly generated by AI—whatever numbers it pulled, that’s who fought.
If selected, your wristband pinged with your number.
Each number corresponded to a small arena grid in the venue, like court lines—neither fighter could step out during the match.
The venue was massive, accommodating two hundred simultaneous matches, with hovering monitors over each grid for safety and fairness.
Once the broadcast ended, the first batch of two hundred names appeared.
Mu Chenxing wasn’t up, but two junior-year Omegas were.
He didn’t say much, just patted their shoulders: “Do your best.”
The two nodded firmly and headed down with the group.
The two Omegas, under 1.8 meters tall, looked skinny even in athletic gear—like kids amid the crowd.
The stadium buzzed again, countless eyes zeroing in on them.
…
Three minutes later, the matches ended.
All eyes stayed glued to the two Omegas in the arena.
—They both lost.
The venue erupted in buzzes and laughter.
The two Omegas returned to their seats, dejected.
Mu Chenxing patted them: “Just standing here, you’ve already beaten millions of Omegas and countless Alphas and Betas. Besides, you’re only juniors. That’s impressive.”
They murmured:
“Ran into a senior. Couldn’t hold up.”
“If it’s next year, I won’t get knocked out in prelims.”
Mu Chenxing: “See? You know exactly where you stand. No need to be down.”
The broadcast chimed again—the second batch.
Mu Chenxing’s turn.
As he headed down, the several hundred from Alliance First Military Academy erupted:
“Xing-ge, go get ’em!”
“Xing-ge’s unstoppable!”
“Xing-ge, show ’em what you’ve got~”
Mu Chenxing paused, turned back, saluted with two fingers to his temple, and strode off coolly.
Each match lasted three minutes max: knock your opponent out of the lines or pin them unable to fight back for ten seconds. Brutally strict.
Mu Chenxing eyed the grid underfoot, then his towering Alpha opponent, and smiled.
The Alpha sized him up and grinned: “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you.”
Mu Chenxing raised a brow and nodded: “Thanks. Make sure you do.”
The Alpha was speechless.
No time for more talk—the broadcast and screens began the countdown.
The second “0” hit the screen, and Mu Chenxing’s leg whipped toward the Alpha’s face—
Bang! A thunderous crash, and the Alpha flew back, landing ass-first on the line and sliding two inches.
The big screen’s “0” vanished, flashing the result:
[Grid 136, Alliance First Military Academy Mu Chenxing wins.]
The buzzing stadium fell deathly silent—save for the cheers from the Alliance First Military Academy section:
“Xing-ge’s unstoppable!!”
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