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The Tournament of Factions was held in the bronze Imperial City of Extreme Court. The huge battlefield was where the five main roads of the Imperial City intersected. Anyone who wanted to watch the tournament only had to walk to the end of any of the roads to see the grand battle between Master Dragon Shepard and a Divine Mortal!
The Imperial City Avenue of the Dripping Lake Imperial City was actually just outside the Zhu Men's courtyard.
Zhu Minglang originally wanted to ride the Divine Wood Azure Dragon directly into the Imperial City, but considering that the Imperial City wasn't Zhu Men's territory, they weren't allowed to ride a dragon.
It was still early, so Aunt Bai Xin got someone to prepare a luxurious carriage for Zhu Minglang and Nan Lingsha so that they could travel slowly. At the same time, they could also take a look at the prosperity of the Dripping Imperial City and the Central Imperial City.
They leisurely arrived at the Imperial Capital. The ground was already paved with bronze colored stones. These stones were neatly cut and polished until they were smooth. When the sun shone on them, they looked like gold and bronze.
"There are a lot of people," Nan Lingsha said softly when she saw that the wide road was already a bit congested.
"Let's walk. I don't know when the carriage will arrive," Zhu Minglang said.
"Okay."
The Tournament of Factions was conducted in a very open way. If you thought you could do it, you could walk through the Brass Battlefield. If you could last until a certain time, you would be selected.
Therefore, there was basically no need to register in advance. Even if you weren't a member of a faction, you could still enter the battlefield. If you could survive a few rounds, a faction would naturally want you.
When Zhu Minglang and Nan Lingsha arrived at the Brass Battlefield, there was already a hubbub of voices around them, as if they were celebrating a festival.
As for the restaurants that were located at the periphery of the Brass Battlefield and had excellent views, their business was booming. For some people, sitting in the restaurants and enjoying the chaotic battles on the Brass Battlefield was also an extreme enjoyment.
Therefore, some of the more prestigious people in the restaurants set up gambling houses. Before the tournament began, they had already chosen the number of disciples to participate in the tournament. Every time a disciple survived a round, they would win.
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Zhu Minglang and Nan Lingsha walked into the Brass Battleground. Qin Yang had already arranged seats for them so that they did not have to squeeze with the crowd.
The Brass Battlefield was an epic-level arena left behind during the reign of the Church. It was so big that it could accommodate close to ten thousand people training together.
There were no walls around the battlefield. Only the crescent-shaped river separated the sea of people in the city streets.
Because of this, as long as the citizens of the Imperial City arrived early, they would be able to occupy a good spot on the other side of the river and directly watch the thrilling battle inside the Brass Battlefield.
Similarly, the restaurants built around the Brass Battlefield had a better view.
To put it bluntly, anyone could come and watch. They didn't even have to collect tickets. They just had to come early and not be pushed to the back of the crowd.
On the surface of the crescent-shaped pond river, there were also some large white stone pavilions prepared for the nobles of the various major powers.
Zhu Minglang and Nan Lingsha were currently in one of the pavilions. There were water grapes, bitter melons, fragrant peanuts, as well as some wine and melon juice bought from the restaurants on the table.
In terms of extravagance, there wasn't much money at all. However, when they looked back and saw the sea of people on the streets outside the river, it was crowded and noisy. Under the blazing sun, they would feel that the pavilions, which were enjoyed by only a few people on the water, were incomparably noble. After all, even some wealthy merchants had to go to the top of the restaurant in advance to reserve a seat.
"Is anyone from our Zhu Clan participating today?" Zhu Minglang asked Qin Yang.
"Young master, our Zhu Clan focuses on forging. Compared to the other factions, we're not as good at fighting and killing. Thus, our Zhu Clan doesn't plan on fighting for a ranking in this tournament," Qin Yang explained.
"Are they that relaxed?"
"However, in order to prevent some factions from having too many people and being overly united in the battles, each faction only allows one to three disciples to enter at a time," Qin Yang said.
"The rules seem to be group battles." Nan Lingsha pointed at the stone bridges. There were already people entering the Brass Battlefield from the stone bridges, and they had already chosen an advantageous position in advance.
"Yes, a hundred people will enter each round. Either the people who are still standing on the battlefield can enter the next round when the time is up, or only ten people will remain," Qin Yang nodded and said.
A hundred people fighting each other!
So the Tournament of Factions was this exciting. He thought it would be a rigid one-on-one battle in the arena!
Zhu Minglang liked this method.
He glanced at Nan Lingsha again. There seemed to be some light in her eyes.
"After the borderline factions enter, young master and young mistress Nan can enter." Qin Yang held two tokens in his hand and handed them to Zhu Minglang and Nan Lingsha.
"Number fifty-five and fifty-six?"
"It's about to start. Young master and young mistress, be careful. After it starts, don't make too many enemies. Try to choose opponents who look weaker and eliminate them first," Qin Yang said.
"Which round is Hao Shaocong in?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"He's in the third round. That's the battlefield for the strong people of the factions," Qin Yang said.
Zhu Minglang picked up a bunch of grapes and walked into the Brass Battlefield.
Nan Lingsha also slowly stepped into the battlefield, which was still filled with the smell of blood from the previous battle.
However, Zhu Minglang and Nan Lingsha didn't intend to team up.
They walked to different sides.
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"Those two came out from the observation pavilion. They should be disciples of big factions. Why didn't anyone tell us in advance? If we buy their numbers, we'll definitely make a lot of money!"
"I think they're from the Zhu Faction. Didn't you hear that a guy from the Zhu Faction died a few days ago?"
"I was there that day. That guy was a dragon master. His dragon was killed, and he was bitten badly. I think his parents wouldn't be able to recognize him if he was carried back to the Zhu Faction."
"The Zhu Faction is good at forging, but I've never heard of any great dragon masters or divine mortals. I wonder who will enter the battlefield."
People were already talking about it.
Some people who were very enthusiastic about this kind of competition could even tell the names and backgrounds of most of the disciples who entered the battlefield.
But Zhu Minglang and Nan Lingsha …
They were strangers to many people.
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"A bunch of independent cultivators trying to make a name for themselves in a place like this? I hope they don't die in the end," a young man in a black straw hat said.
The young man in the black straw hat was less than 20 meters away from Zhu Minglang. He seemed to have entered the battlefield late.
Generally speaking, people who entered the battlefield would keep a safe distance from their opponents to avoid being attacked by multiple people.
However, the young man in the black straw hat didn't care at all. It was as if no one on the battlefield was worthy of his attention.
As for him, he could stand wherever he wanted.
"Hey, the one who eats the grapes …" the young man in the black straw hat glanced at Zhu Minglang.
Zhu Minglang tossed the grapes into the air. The little Bai Qi on his shoulder quickly raised its claws and slashed the big crystal grapes like the wind.
The grapes peeled off in the air, revealing the plump white flesh.
Then, they fell into Zhu Minglang's mouth.
"What's wrong?" Zhu Minglang tilted his head and asked while chewing the fruit.
"If you don't piss off now, you won't have the chance later," the young man in the black straw hat said arrogantly.
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