What kind of scene would it be to have tens of thousands of people standing in a square?
Sui Xiong yawned and felt like he had come to a square during a festival. The crowd was messy and not spectacular at all.
But the country bumpkins from the Church of the Void Mask were already shocked. Their eyes were wide open, and even Snowflake was quite impressed.
"What a spectacular scene!" she whispered.
"Isn't it just a group of unemployed people gathering …" Sui Xiong muttered in his heart. He waved his tentacles and asked High Priest Igor to start the first round of screening.
There were more than ten thousand contestants. If they did not screen one round first, how long would it take!
Leon Igor nodded, stood up from his seat, and walked to the front of the rostrum.
"Now, the first test."
He said directly, then pulled out his sword and waved it in the air.
The pressure of a Legendary Strong overwhelmed the crowd. At least one-third of the contestants could not stand steadily and fell to the ground. Many people's crotches were suspiciously wet.
"Those who can't stand, eliminated."
Under the pressure of a Legendary Strong, those who were eliminated did not dare to resist even if they were unwilling. They could only grumble and complain as they were asked to leave by the staff.
Sui Xiong looked around and counted the number of contestants left. He could not help but secretly pout.
There were still more than six thousand people. That was too many!
When he confirmed that there were more than ten thousand applicants, he had wondered if Gerrard and the rest wanted to make him happy, so they did not screen carefully and let those who did not know anything sign up. Now it seemed that it was not that Gerrard and the rest were easy, but that the overall level of the contestants was really not low.
To be able to withstand Leon's pressure, their strength must at least be equivalent to that of a qualified adventurer.
More than six thousand adventurers … could it be that all the adventurers from all over the world had come here?
After the first round of screening, it would be the official preliminaries.
For the sake of convenience, Sui Xiong had designed a crazy preliminary method.
"There will be a big battle royale in the giant arena. Every one thousand people will fight for half an hour. In the end, only ten people can pass." High Priest Leon looked at this rule and could not help but shed a cold sweat. "Many people will die …"
"No, the four gods will watch. At most, they will be bruised and have two broken bones. They will not die," Sui Xiong said indifferently. Sui Xiong said carelessly, "You see, as long as we fight six rounds, six thousand people will be reduced to sixty people. Let's round it up to a round number of sixty-four people. Then, we'll draw lots and fight in groups of two. After two rounds of single elimination, there will be sixteen people. These sixteen people will draw lots to be divided into groups. by double elimination, and finally, the champion will be decided. It is very simple. "
"… What does' single elimination 'and' double elimination 'mean?"
Sui Xiong was stunned for a moment before remembering that his believers had never been in contact with the competitions on Earth. Of course, it was impossible for them to understand the competition system he was talking about, so he introduced it again.
"It's a pity that Legendary Masters can't participate …" Leon sighed. "Otherwise, I would like to go down and compete!"
"The ability of a Legendary Champion should not be simply described as' strong or weak '." Wall, who had become the God of Knowledge, smiled and said, "Every Legendary Master has a different path. Those who can fight may not be more brilliant, and those who can't fight may not be unable to go further … At this level, the strength of one's martial strength is no longer very important."
Seeing that everyone still didn't understand, he continued, "What's the key to advancing from high rank to legendary rank? The key was to find his own path. What was the purpose of this path? It was not for the sake of becoming stronger, but to surpass mortals, and to eventually become an immortal god. Hence, for Legendary powerhouses, what was important was not combat power, but whether their path could lead to the ultimate immortality. The rest are just incidental. "
Everyone nodded as they listened, especially those who had already reached the advanced level and were searching for the path to the Legendary realm. Their faces were grave as they sank into deep thought.
"Don't think too much about it. You don't have to rush to the legendary realm in one or two days. Let's focus on the things in front of us first!" Sui Xiong interrupted everyone's thoughts. "Also, anyone who wants to participate in the competition can also sign up!"
Everyone looked at each other, and more than one of them smiled.
They were also very interested in the World Number One Martial Arts Competition!
The next day, the qualifiers for the Scale Space began.
"Boom!" A huge, broad, and long sword, which was as huge as a door, slashed the ground, which was strengthened by magic, leaving cracks on the ground. It also caused a violent shock wave, which made a large circle of contestants unable to stand steadily. Many people were even directly blown away by the shock wave.
The one who made this slash was the only one among the four members of the Arctic Tyrant who was not a giant dragon. He was the armored creature who called himself Phil.
At first glance, he looked like a big man wearing heavy armor, who even refused to show his eyes. In fact, there was no flesh under the armor. He was actually the armor.
Known as the Armored Magic Sword, he had been quite famous in the northwest many years ago. Although he didn't have many achievements as an adventurer, he was very famous as a ranger. At that time, he often did some chivalrous things that did not bring him any benefits. He was completely different from ordinary adventurers.
Later, he met Snow and the others, and together with the three giant dragons, they formed the Arctic Tyrant and managed the free and happy Dragon-roar Town. Since then, he had lived in seclusion behind the scenes and basically no longer took risks.
Usually, he was either looking after the grocery store or planting flowers in the flower field of the temple (dragon nest) in the depths of the barren mountains. Sometimes, he would wander in the mountains. If he encountered hunters in danger, he would help them. He was an elder who was deeply respected by the hunters in Dragon-roar Town.
But in fact, Sui Xiong had already seen through his identity. The armor was actually just a disguise, and the real identity was actually the sword that seemed to be just a weapon.
The broad long sword called "Buster" was his real body.
Sui Xiong didn't ask him about his past, but he was sure that this person, or this sword, had a story behind it.
There were a few weapons in the world that had self-awareness, but who had ever heard of a sword with self-awareness that had no interest in fighting but was keen on planting flowers?
This didn't seem right!
Phil, or Buster, was very strong. When he waved his long sword, he could set off a strong wind, and the strong shock wave made his competitors embarrassed. Almost no one could get close to him. When he realized that this method wasn't efficient enough, he used a larger scale shockwave that had a wider range.
"Isn't it said that he is best at using his fists? Why does he use a sword? "Sui Xiong asked confusedly.
"Maybe his opponents are not strong enough, so it is not worth using his real skills," Leon said. "I believe that in the main stage of the competition, he will meet opponents who need his fists."
However, in fact, he did not have to wait until the main stage. Just after a while, Phil was forced to use his fists by his opponent.
His opponent was a golden lion man. Sui Xiong didn't know what method he used, but his whole body was surrounded by lightning, and he looked very powerful. His speed was amazing, and his strength was also very strong. In particular, his attacks were extremely cruel. If it wasn't for Wall looking after the field, who knew how many people would have died under his hands!
"It's a Thunder Lion. The people of this tribe have reappeared …" Morani, who was older and more knowledgeable, said in a low voice. "This is a famous fighting tribe among the Orcs, and there has been more than one 'Beast King'. I wonder how this little guy's strength compares to his world-shaking ancestors? "
The golden lion man was obviously a battle maniac. Whenever he saw a stronger opponent, he would rush over to challenge them. He quickly made Phil his target, and rushed over while laughing strangely. His fist seemed to have turned into a bolt of lightning, going straight for Phil's face.
His steps were strong and vigorous. The shock wave from Phil's sword hit his body, but it only made his golden fur sway wildly, and it could not make him stop even for a moment.
Seeing that he had rushed in front of him, Phil finally used his real skills.
He inserted a huge weapon that one didn't know if it should be called a long knife or a long sword into the ground. His right hand ignited with a bright red flame, and he faced the golden lion man who was rushing over and waved his fist.
His fist was astonishingly fast, and it was full of blazing firepower. It hit the other party before the golden lion man could, and the strong lion man was sent flying with one punch. His body was still covered in flames, and he crashed into many people with a rumble. Finally, he lay on the ground, motionless.
"Did you kill him?" Rode was shocked.
"Of course not."
Just as Sui Xiong said, after a while, the golden-haired lion-man groaned and got up again. Although his body had been burned black by Phil's Flame Fist, and even his mouth was spitting black smoke, he still had the strength to punch a guy who wanted to take advantage of the situation and send him flying with his weapon out of the arena.
After this punch, he looked at Phil, who was standing there calmly, and no one dared to challenge him anymore.
"You're very strong!" He shouted. There was no pain or frustration from being beaten on his face. Instead, it was full of joy and high spirits, and he was full of fighting spirit. "I'll fight with you again and defeat you!"
Phil's laughter came from under the heavy armor. "Then I'll look forward to it."
After the match ended, Sui Xiong secretly found Phil and asked curiously, "You just stabbed your sword into the ground and fought with your fists … It's very strange!"
"What's strange?"
"That sword is your real body. You stabbed your real body to the side and used armor that was supposed to be a cover to fight … How did you do that?" Sui Xiong couldn't figure it out, so he could only ask Phil himself.
Phil was silent for a moment, and said, "This is my unique unique skill. Actually, I don't understand what's going on, but I know how to do it."
Sui Xiong curiously stretched out his tentacles to touch his burning right hand, but found that there were some traces of melting on the sturdy armor, and he was immediately shocked.
"Will it affect you if this thing melts?"
"My intuition tells me that it won't affect me much." Phil smiled indifferently. "At least in terms of 'melting,' it won't affect me much."
"You mean … there's an even higher level of unique skill?"
"Of course. But I won't use it in the competition. " Phil smiled and turned to leave. "I'll only use that skill when I have to win no matter what."
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