Mo Tiankong could not believe it. The System was being so generous this time, forcing him to pay back five hundred Spirit Stones. Taking out five hundred Spirit Stones just like that, it was a little unreal.
However, the mission had already been issued. Mo Tiankong did not even need to consider this kind of welfare mission.
"Accept." Since there was no penalty for failing the mission, Mo Tiankong accepted it directly.
He did not expect that his prank would trigger a sentimental mission. Snowball fights were considered sentimental, but sentimental things were still quite a lot. He would think about it later. Right now, he had to complete this mission first.
He opened the mission panel. The mission was already displayed, and the countdown had also begun.
That's right, the mission had a time limit. It had to be completed within five days. Once the mission was accepted, the countdown would begin.
Mo Tiankong began to think that Sunday would not work. The lottery would be opened on Sunday, and today was Friday. Registration would also take some time, so the best time to start the competition was next Monday.
He had to complete the rules of the competition this afternoon, and then register on Saturday and Sunday. The competition would be held on Monday and Tuesday, so it would be completed within five days. The safest thing was to finish it on Monday. Of course, it also depended on the number of people who signed up.
If it was a small number, it would definitely be finished in one day. If it was a large number, it might take two days. After all, the Martial Techniques Pill was worth fifty thousand Spirit Stones each. It was still very attractive, so there should be many martial artists signing up.
As for limiting cultivation, this was the best. A Rank 1 martial artist could only exert a hundred pounds of strength. With a martial artist's physical fitness, there would not be any casualties. The System also forcefully limited this point.
After all, this was a welfare mission. The System did not want any casualties. That would be meaningless.
This way, the competition would be slightly fairer. Even if the martial artists with higher cultivation had stronger physical fitness, it would not be of much use. It was not a martial arts competition. Reaction, analysis, and eyesight were stronger, but if they were suppressed to the level of a Rank 1 martial artist, they would only have a hundred pounds of strength. Mentality could not be used, so they could only be considered slightly stronger.
However, it was still not to the point of crushing. It could only be said that they had a slight advantage. It also could not weaken their physical fitness. Mo Tiankong could not do anything about it.
Moreover, in order to further weaken the advantage of the high-ranked martial artists' physical strength, Mo Tiankong felt that it would be best if the rules of the competition were a free-for-all. With a group of people in a designated space, it was possible for martial artists with lower cultivation to eliminate martial artists with higher cultivation.
In a snowball fight, even if a Martial King or Martial Grandmaster Realm expert couldn't use their mental strength, they could still block ten snowballs with their physical reflexes. But what about a hundred snowballs? They were coming from all directions, and they were all within a certain range. If they went out, they would be eliminated, but there would at least be a few snowballs thrown out.
Therefore, according to this method, there was a high chance that those with high cultivation would be eliminated. They could only use the strength of a Rank-1 martial artist. With a strength of 100 catties, their movement speed would be limited. Their bodies would also be limited if they had quick reflexes. It was hard to say who would win in the end.
After analyzing along the way, Mo Tiankong had almost perfected the competition rules.
First, it was to suppress the cultivation. For the sake of fairness, Mo Tiankong would directly suppress the cultivation of these participating martial artists to the Rank-1 martial artist realm. As for the Martial Emperor level martial artists participating in the competition, don't make a fuss. Fighting with a group of martial artists with low cultivation for a martial arts pill worth 50,000 Spirit Stones would be embarrassing.
Even if there was, Mo Tiankong could also smoke a cigarette to solve this problem. After all, it was impossible for all the Martial Venerable level martial artists to participate. Moreover, there were no Martial Venerable level martial artists in Sentry Town.
Next, since it was a snowball fight, it was definitely going to be throwing snowballs. The area was limited to a size of 1,000 square meters. With a hundred people in it, one would be eliminated quickly and the time would not be long. Another would also be limited in the space they could use. If they went out of the area while dodging the snowballs, they would be eliminated.
The last one would be in the 1,000 square meter area. The martial artists who were hit by ten snowballs first would be eliminated. Moreover, the hundred martial artists would be eliminated directly until the last person was eliminated. As for the source of the snowballs, they would come from the ground. There were a lot of them.
Mo Tiankong sorted these out and took out the billboard to write.
"The title is the grocery store's First Great Snowball Battle. The content is written as' Timely Snow Heralds a Bumper Year. '
"The specific rules are that in the 1,000 square meter arena, 100 martial artists will form a group. The martial artist who is hit by the snowballs ten times first will be eliminated. If he goes out of the arena range, he will be eliminated. The other contestants must suppress their cultivation to the stage of Rank-1 martial artist. In one arena, the last martial artist will be eliminated until the last martial artist wins.
"The rewards will only be given to the martial artists who are ranked in the top ten. The ranking will be based on the martial artists who have won first. After the winners and losers of all the arenas have been determined, if there are martial artists who are ranked higher than the top ten, they can choose to challenge the top ten martial artists one on one. The winner will replace the ranking. In the end, the top ten martial artists will each receive a martial arts pill as a prize.
"Registration is open until the end of business on Sunday. Registration will be done at the grocery store. The competition will start at 10 a.m. next Monday."
Mo Tiankong looked at it and wrote down the specific rules and rewards.
As for how many martial artists were distributed within the 1,000 square meter area, Mo Tiankong directly determined it. He did not care about the number of people who signed up.
Of course, there was a backup plan. Even if there were 50 arenas, it would be based on which arena eliminated everyone first. The second to finish would be second. There would be 50 martial artists who won in the 50 arenas. Those who were ranked lower than the top ten could also choose the top ten martial artists to challenge them one on one.
This was considered fair for everyone. In the end, only the top ten martial artists would receive the martial arts pills as a prize.
There was no other way. There were only ten rewards. If there were many martial artists who signed up, then only the winner would be the king. It would be a one on one battle. However, in accordance with the System's safety awareness, this was actually a martial arts competition without bloodshed.
Of course, if there were only ten martial artists who signed up, then there was no need to compete. They would just take the prize and leave. This possibility was very low. The martial arts pills were still attractive. There should not be only ten people who signed up.
The registration time was not too long or short. It was two days. It was almost four o 'clock now. Mo Tiankong thought about putting the billboard in front of the door tomorrow.
The official registration would start tomorrow. The competition would start on Monday when the store opened for business.
"Luo Ruo, take a look. This is a new benefit for the store." After writing it, Mo Tiankong showed it to Luo Ruo. He was going to let Luo Ruo take care of the registration for the next two days.
Mo Tiankong turned and left the cashier. He went out to buy some paper and pen. If martial artists came to register, they would have to write down their names.
Of course, the System also had it. However, each billboard sold for one spirit stone. Mo Tiankong was too lazy to ask. One spirit stone could buy a cart of paper.
Mo Tiankong did not fly. Instead, he walked out. Because of the heavy snow, the place where people walked was quickly filled up.
Stepping on the snow, there was a crunching sound and a trail of footprints was left.
Soon, Mo Tiankong returned to the store. With a wave of his hand, a stack of paper appeared on the cashier's desk.
"Luo Ruo, for the martial artists who come to the store to register tomorrow and the day after, let them write down their names." Mo Tiankong walked to the cashier's desk and said to Luo Ruo.
"Okay." When Mo Tiankong went out, Luo Ruo naturally finished looking at the benefits written on the billboard. When she heard Mo Tiankong's words, she replied.
There were still martial artists in the hall. Some of them saw Mo Tiankong put away the sign that said Thousand Island Lake beer at half price. However, they did not know what was written on it. Moreover, Mo Tiankong did not take it out.
Time passed slowly. In the blink of an eye, it was night time. Today's turnover was still affected by the half price of the Thousand Island Lake beer. There were not many martial artists who came to the store, and there were no big orders.
However, Mo Tiankong did not care. There would definitely be big orders. However, he still had to let them digest it. For example, a pack of Wangzai would take five days to finish. Time was still needed to digest it.
Especially after the purchase was not limited, the martial artists who came every day were basically new faces. Some martial artists even bought a lot of Wangzai. The duration of use was even longer. There was a cycle that could not be rushed.
At 11 o 'clock in the evening, after sending Luo Ruo off, Mo Tiankong returned to the backyard.
When he went downstairs in the morning, he did not look up at the sky. Moreover, there was a swimming pool above and it was not frozen. Mo Tiankong did not care about it.
He did not go upstairs to rest. Mo Tiankong soaked in the hot spring. After the Spirit Spring was heated by the underground volcano, the temperature of the water was higher than the outside world. Now that the temperature difference was greater, it seemed to be surrounded by a celestial aura.
However, when the heat rose to the bottom of the pool, it dissipated. Cough, cough. The System had advanced technology. Therefore, only the hot spring in the backyard was surrounded by celestial aura. However, it did not spread.
Mo Tiankong regretted making a swimming pool. He did not use it often. It seemed that he had only used it once before. Moreover, the swimming pool was right above the backyard. It just happened that the backyard was sealed. Now, the idea of soaking in the outdoor hot spring when it was snowing could not be realized.
Although the snow could be seen through the swimming pool, it was not an outdoor hot spring. If it was an outdoor hot spring and it was snowing, the feeling and mood could only be described with one word: awesome.
How good would it be if there was a spot for the hot spring? Looking at the snow falling and melting before it even got close to the hot spring, it could be changed now. However, the System charged a fee. Thinking of this, Mo Tiankong did not want to make it.
Winter was a good season to soak in the hot spring. When he was on Earth, Mo Tiankong did not have the chance to soak in the hot spring. It was only after the shop was renovated that he could soak in the hot spring from time to time.
However, there were no lottery chances recently. It had been a long time since he had soaked in the hot spring. If he had nothing to do, he could soak in it more often. After all, it was Spirit Spring Water. It was very comfortable to soak in it.
Mo Tiankong did not soak in it for long. It was about an hour. It was around one o 'clock now. After quickly changing his clothes, Mo Tiankong went upstairs.
As for Auspicious, she also came up. The sofa in the room could be slept on. The slow increase of cultivation in the card space was not very effective for Martial Masters, so it did not matter.
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