Following the rules he had set before, the thirty-two contestants with the highest scores in the second round would qualify, allowing them to proceed to the next round, which was also the final round.
The third round of the Twin City Cup was a rather ordinary duel.
In truth, Xi Wei had wanted to make the final round grander and more impressive.
Even so, the divine energy spent in the second round had exceeded his expectations. Even with the support of a pseudo-divine kingdom, intercepting the souls of the dead and reviving them still required a considerable amount of divine energy.
The portion of divine energy that Xi Wei had specially allocated from his reserves to set up the Twin City Cup had basically been used up. Aside from the Players' daily operations, the remaining divine energy was also reserved for emergencies. In other words, Xi Wei didn't have a single drop of divine energy left.
That was why he decided to use such a simple method for the final round.
Still, the citizens of Lancaster didn't mind it at all.
In fact, they seemed to be looking forward to the way the priests and clerics who were usually high and mighty would fight each other like gladiators.
After Mayor Corinth announced the format of the third round, the citizens' expectant looks vaguely surpassed the popularity of the first two rounds.
After the second round was over and the contestants had three days to rest, everyone in Lancaster was discussing the Twin City Cup, with the hottest topic naturally being who they were rooting for to emerge victorious in the final round.
The favorites to win were naturally the monks of the Brilliant White Church.
Even if their strongest player had been eliminated and couldn't fight in the finals, and even if their highest score in the second round was outside the top ten, the reputation of the Brilliant White Church, the greatest religion on the continent, and the monks' performance in the first two rounds had garnered the support of many traditional and conservative citizens, who were convinced that the monks would emerge victorious in the end.
Compared to the monks, there were far fewer Players who supported the God of Games' Church.
Still, the Players had no objections since most citizens didn't even know about the existence of the Church of Games before the Twin City Cup.
Moreover, after the first two rounds, the Church of Games had turned from a small, unknown church into one of the dark horses that could win the championship, which was already a considerable improvement.
After those two hot favorites, the remaining churches clearly fell far behind the Brilliant White Church and the God of Games due to the number of candidates and their performance in the first two rounds.
In fact, if the wyvern knights of the Temple of Glory hadn't been morally blackmailed by the monks of the Brilliant White Church in the second round, only Isaac, the leader of the wyvern knights and Jones, who was the closest to him at the time, would have survived and qualified for the final round.
Be that as it may, both of them had been injured considerably by the Brilliant White Church's hymns.
Unlike the first round, Xi Wei had resurrected the dead this time, stuffing some of the innards and organs into the corpses and pinching on any fatal wounds to prevent instant death. Basically, he just had to make sure the target didn't die, and he didn't care about anything else.
That way, there would be a lot of casualties, and while it might appear to be a blow to Xi Wei's reputation as the God of Games, that wasn't actually the case.
Not only would he save divine energy by doing that, he could also indirectly promote the two colas sold in Lancaster. Why not? As for the Brilliant White Church's holy water that had the same effect …
Who would want it if it was sold at such a high price!
"Now, the entire city is debating who would win the third round, and there are even some private bets. What do you think, Mister Isaac?"
Torry and Jom took the time to visit their new allies and gave them a set of Fat Otaku's Happy Soda Combo.
It wasn't expensive … and they could claim it anyway!
The Temple of Glory was a classic example of a wealthy organization. While they didn't have mystical holy water and didn't have many healing spells, they were believers of the God of War and had studied potions, and could brew potions with decent effects.
By the time Terry and Jom arrived at the Temple of Glory, Isaac, who was crippled in the second round was already able to walk, although his face was still a little pale.
"If there are no surprises, the winners this time would be the monks of the Brilliant White Church or the believers of the God of Games."
Isaac sighed. "For one, there are more of you who made it to the third round. Secondly, even if the believers of other churches could heal their wounds in the three days of rest, they wouldn't be able to soothe the fatigue in their spirit."
At that, he glanced at the energetic Terry and Jom. "After all, not everyone is like you who doesn't look tired at all after defeating a monster like the Night Tide Dragon. On the other hand, the monks are used to mental torture, and this little bit of fatigue wouldn't affect their performance. "
The magic mirror in the square in front of the mayor's residence was still replaying the highlights of the first two rounds of the tournament. Isaac had taken the time to watch it once, and was impressed that the believers of the God of Games were able to face off against a massive monster like the Night Tide Dragon without fear, and even calmly and meticulously came up with a strategy to counter it even after losing several times in a row, successfully luring the Night Tide Dragon onto land to kill it.
Fear was, in fact, a human's self-protection mechanism. It was just like when a needle was constantly pierced into one's eye, even if it was still a certain distance away from the eye, most people would not be able to help but close their eyes. It was almost an instinct to protect themselves from harm.
Even so, the believers of the God of Games could overcome that fear to face a monster that was far stronger than themselves. In terms of mental fortitude alone, the believers of the God of Games could look down on many other established churches.
Of course, Isaac who lived in the Middle Ages would have a hard time understanding how the Players would directly replace a monster's strength with an equally powerful weapon or equipment …
Even if a True Dragon was brought here, the Players would have the courage to attack as long as they gave them weapons and showed their HP bar, much less the Night Tide Dragon!
"Mister Isaac, your chances of winning aren't low either, are they?" Jom asked. "I've seen that your chances of winning in those bets are one to one as well, just like the leader of the Brilliant White Church."
"I naturally wouldn't be afraid of the Brilliant White Church if we fought without any external factors." Isaac shook his head. "But half of our wyvern knights' power comes from riding wyverns and combining our attacks with them. Moreover, the shameless monks of the Brilliant White Church have divine spells that counter our Temple of Glory's aura, which is why it's a tough fight every time we run into one. My stamina and aura would hit rock bottom after two rounds in a row, and I wouldn't be able to fight for long. "
Moreover, there were thirty-two people who passed the second round, meaning that they had to win five rounds in a row to become the final victor. Clearly, compared to Isaac who was alone, the Players and monks who could choose to reserve their strength and send their champions to the next round had an advantage!
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Chapter 297:
The Third Round
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