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Chapter 694

Words:2875Update:22/08/27 13:03:06

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The event was carried out vigorously and was considered a rare winter event.

Mo Tiankong had it easier this time compared to last time. With his strength, it was easy for him to supervise such a small place.

The Snowball Battle event also brought some entertainment to the other world's warriors.

Strictly speaking, the lottery was not considered an entertainment event, at least it was not that pure.

Most of the warriors were here for the big prize, so there was less entertainment.

Of course, it had to be said that it had promoted the development of the tourism industry. This was considered a formal entertainment event.

Now, not only did people come to Miracle City for the general store, but there were also many warriors who went out to sea to play after buying things.

Currently, some of the large powers in Miracle City were doing this. The Zhang and Tang family, the Li and Ye families, the Merchant Alliance, and others were doing this.

They all had their own islands overseas, especially the Zhang and Tang family. Mo Tiankong had sold a medium-sized island to them.

And during this time, these powers had found some small islands to mine for resources.

The resources on land were consumed by countless warriors, so naturally they could not compare to the resources in the sea.

The Armour Breaking Warship could be considered to have opened up a new resource area for the warriors. Otherwise, how could the shops have a steady stream of warriors spending money? En, this was a virtuous cycle.

Moreover, the islands were not only resource areas, but they could also be used as a source of continuous income. For example, tourism. Moreover, they could cultivate some natural treasures in the sea, and even some ordinary herbs were very good.

En, back to the main topic. After close to three hours, the second round of the competition had quietly ended.

There were a total of three hundred people left, and there was only one person left in each field.

The huge venue suddenly seemed a little empty, but there were even more cultivators watching from the surroundings.

After all, over ten thousand warriors had been eliminated in the two rounds. 99% of the people were eliminated in the first round, and there were only three hundred people left in the second round.

"The final round of the competition will determine the top ten. There are thirty people in each field, and the final person will be chosen. The competition will now begin."

Without wasting any time, Mo Tiankong directly moved the three hundred warriors to the ten fields.

There were thirty martial artists in each arena, and only the last martial artist would emerge. Ten arenas would have exactly ten people who would win the grand prize.

Strictly speaking, these 300 martial artists were the stronger ones in the Martial Warrior Realm. This was going to be a battle of attrition in a thousand-square-meter arena.

Mo Tiankong looked down. The thirty martial artists were scattered in the middle of the field, and there was basically nothing out of the ordinary.

The remaining three hundred martial artists who were able to survive a few rounds basically had some awareness.

Thirty martial artists might accidentally focus fire on one person, and that person might be directly eliminated. Moreover, it would be very difficult to form an alliance.

Unless he met a dozen martial artists he knew, the probability of this happening was actually very low after a few rounds.

Therefore, the safest thing to do was to put some distance between them.

However, it was not that easy to obtain the final victory because if they were hit too many times, no one would mind eliminating a competitor first.

The third round would definitely take more time than the second round.

After all, it was the final round, and no one wanted to give up.

The situation was at a stalemate. Just when Mo Tiankong thought that there wouldn't be a result for a few hours, something unexpected happened.

There was actually a warrior who had won the battle.

He had directly locked in one of the ten spots.

Throughout the whole process, Mo Tiankong's Divine Soul was paying attention. The method was a bit dishonorable.

However, it was not written in the rules, so it could be considered a loophole in the rules.

This martial artist directly spoke as soon as he entered the arena.

"Everyone, everyone is here for the reward. How about this, if any of you are willing to form an alliance or voluntarily withdraw from this competition, I will give you a bottle of Thousand Island Lake Beer."

Mo Tiankong thought that these people would not agree, because if they won in the end, the reward would be far more than 500 Spirit Stones of Thousand Island Lake Beer. However, the result was a bit unexpected.

More than a dozen people chose to form an alliance, and three directly withdrew from the competition.

In the end, this martial artist formed an alliance with more than a dozen martial artists and directly won the final victory.

Of course, the reward would be given after the event, and everyone could accept this point.

After thinking about it, Mo Tiankong also understood.

After all, there was only one spot. Out of 30 people, 29 of them would definitely gain nothing. In the face of the benefits, it was really difficult for these people to choose.

Thus, there were so many martial artists who chose to take the benefits. Although there were some martial artists who were more confident in themselves, it was difficult for two fists to fight against four hands.

It was actually not difficult for more than a dozen people to gang up on one person.

Even if the remaining martial artists wanted to form an alliance, it was actually very difficult. After all, there were more than a dozen people in a team. Whoever dared to show up would be finished.

Most of the participants were martial artists of the Martial Warrior Realm or Martial Master Realm. 500 Spirit Stones was actually not a small amount for them.

Therefore, it was reasonable for some to choose the ready-made reward.

However, Mo Tiankong could not say anything about this behavior. After all, it was not written in the rules of the competition.

Being disqualified at the last minute was also a bit unfair. After all, the other martial artists in the same arena did not have any objections, so what was there to say?

It could only be said that Mo Tiankong did not consider this.

Fortunately, the other martial artists in the other arenas were still considered normal, and there was not a second case.

With this loophole, Mo Tiankong would naturally add this in the next time. The event itself was for entertainment, so this kind of method was not recommended.

Of course, it was impossible to say that they did not have any objections. The remaining martial artists were naturally unhappy in their hearts.

However, it did not make sense. The rules of the competition really did not state this, so they could only let it go.

It was not that no one had shouted before, but it was not like an auction where people would increase the price or something like that. Moreover, this martial artist had persuaded more than ten martial artists in a short period of time, and the rest were directly in trouble.

They did not even have time to say anything before they were eliminated.

Of course, although he won the competition with a little cleverness, Mo Tiankong still admired and was not happy about it.

Therefore, compared to the other martial artists, he took special care of this martial artist. Under the suppression of his soul, he was punished to stand in the wind and snow.

The other martial artists who were eliminated all walked out of the arena, and had already removed the suppression and recovered their cultivation.

Mo Tiankong even added a little extra. The power of the water attribute surged out, and the snow became even colder. Even if this martial artist originally had the physical body of a martial general, at this moment, he was still shivering.

It was a small punishment.

Suppressing one's cultivation and physical strength did not mean that one's original physical constitution was gone. It was just a restriction on the power that could be used, and not a direct weakening of one's physical constitution.

That was impossible. It was fine as long as one's strength was limited.

External pressure, such as the power of the soul, pressure, and so on, could restrict one's strength. Of course, the prerequisite was that the opponent's strength was much higher than yours.

Otherwise, if they were of the same level, there would not be any pressure to speak of.

In essence, these people's physical strength was still very high. It was just that the power they could use was suppressed to this extent.

In the other nine arenas, everyone was more obedient, and slowly grinding.

Just as Mo Tiankong said, as long as a martial artist was hit with a lot of snowballs, they would basically be very tacitly focused on and eliminated.

Of course, there were also pure troublemakers.

Of course, there were not many people who dared to provoke others in the arena.

After all, the hunter would shoot the bird that stuck out. If one jumped out without strength, one would be easily killed.

Although the original intention was to mess up the situation, this was what every competition needed. After all, there were many people fighting in a free-for-all.

Learn from Lei Feng and do good deeds.

In the end, there was nothing they could do if they were eliminated.

The sky gradually darkened. The time spent in the first round was actually not long. The second round was slightly longer. If one counted from 10 in the morning, it was almost evening.

Of course, this was with the time spent in the third round. The first and second rounds were a total of five hours. The third round had already taken four hours.

Furthermore, only four arenas had a winner. One of them took ten minutes to come out. Of course, he was punished by Mo Tiankong to stand in the snow.

There were still six arenas that had not had a winner, but there were not many people left.

Basically, there were only two or three people left in each arena.

With a high concentration of Yuan Qi, Mo Tiankong created a small sun, illuminating the beach. No matter how late it was, the event had to end today. It was a matter of time.

With the arrival of the night, the number of onlookers did not decrease but increased.

The atmosphere of the entire arena was livelier. It was worth mentioning that many martial artists actually sat on the ground and ate barbecued meat.

Instantly, it caused a large number of martial artists to imitate them. One by one, they watched the competition and imitated them to eat and drink.

Especially the group of mercenaries in the northeast corner, they even drank small amounts of wine. When they were excited, they would shout a few words from time to time.

Mo Tiankong was speechless. Of course, it was not that Mo Tiankong did not consider eating. However, as the judge and host of the award, this was obviously not the right time.

He could only chew on melon seeds.

After an hour, as the last martial artist was eliminated, the Snowball Battle event finally came to an end.

"Ten martial artists, please come forward to receive your prize."

Mo Tiankong landed on a platform that was previously divided and said.

At this time, Mo Tiankong also removed all the soul suppression. The martial artist who was punished to stand finally recovered.

He lifted his slightly cold and numb legs and walked over shakily.

Mo Tiankong still knew that the cold air did not harm his physical body. With the physique of a martial general, he would be able to recover in one night. It was a small punishment.

"Congratulations …"

Mo Tiankong took out the prize prepared by the System and gave it to each of the martial artists. The ten winners were still rather excited. This was the reward of a day's hard work.

If they could earn more than five hundred thousand Spirit Stones in a day like this, they would queue for ten years.

Of course, this could only be wishful thinking.

"Thank you for everyone's support. I announce the end of the second Snowball Battle event."

Injecting Yuan Qi to amplify the sound, Mo Tiankong solemnly ended the event.

Regardless of whether the martial artists received the prize or not, they all clapped. It was purely out of emotion and involuntarily.

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