August 30th, the last day of August.
The day for a thousand competitors to draw lots, it’s all about luck.
Making it this far from layers of preliminaries, truth be told, none are simple. It’s either soone tattooing dragons and tigers to intimidate the governnt or soone with serious power.
But compared to the truly exceptional champion seed contestants, there can be instances of being instantly defeated.
Just like the friggin’ Three Thousand Continent Immortal Ancient War, cultivating immortal Qi and all.
Theoretically speaking, the monthly champion of the Imperial Arena can also participate in the Continent Martial Arts Competition in September.
There’s talk of a six-ti champion, a ten-ti champion, each boasting big ti.
So, the martial arts competition has so invisible benefits. Jeez, have you ever done politics? If you don’t bring these people into the Royal Court, turning them into idle mbers of society, when troubles arise, it’s on you!
In the luxurious suite of Saleret’s Arena Hotel, it is supposed that the security here is very tight...
But now.
A public toilet, huh? Co if you want, leave if you wish.
Not only did Swan, who was communicating with Saleret, sneak in disguised as Royal City Army, but there’s also a friggin’ Dark Elf Royal City Army.
Joker.
Sotis an ace up the sleeve.
Due to Nishi marrying into a wealthy family and getting involved with the nouveau riche son in the iron mining business during the market upturn, she cunningly attends various functions together, forcibly tying the nouveau riche onto a pirate ship.
Before Mulong’s situation stabilizes, Heavenly Eye Society can only watch Eastern Sea arrivals act boldly, and Iron Soul Island crafts sell with exaggerated success in Dugelin.
These idiots don’t understand art. The trend must be followed, with every household getting one, and even so collecting the whole damn series. If you don’t buy, aren’t you a low-end person unfit to mingle in the high-end circles of the art capital? You gotta get one.
The archer Violet also does business comparably. With her managing finances, Duguli’s business is running smoothly and rising steadily.
Ben is bored out of his mind, shaking his head, Continental Martial Arts Competition? Let see what it’s all about, what’s it about.
"Hall-level adventurer, Divine Sword Xiaolong.
Narrow Sea Convention Organization’s Dual Flower Red Stick, Star Splitter Clark.
Southern Continent also has one called Heavenly Slaughter, na seems to be Greenberg.
These are all champion’s seed contestants..."
Even Swan, who trusts Saleret’s strength, heard that his fight with Morison was a draw. Although every year has the most luxurious lineup, this year’s is truly luxuriously mind-blowing.
Everyone knows the adventurer’s guild is a very ridiculous organization, abstract to defy the heavens. Editors are all practically high. At this ti, it’s even an internal news war, with each chief editor being crazier, and there’s even a popularity value ranking for the thousand competitors.
Ride the waves, a murderer belongs.
Chen Haoyu, usually called Little Xiaolong.
The current first in popularity is Xiaolong, he’s got charms hanging all over him, also hailing from the Far East, also plays with swords, and this guy looks stunningly handso, speaks like an upgraded version of friggin’ Kaji Yuki, MAX version. Ultra impressive bubble sound for you. Now he’s in Aran playing world-famous Dream Girls’ frantic calls, bone and flesh are limits for adjectives, not their limits, in the face of such a handso fellow, mortise and tenon structure flying embedded.
And Saleret... Because of facial value, popularity took a huge dive out of the top hundred! Maybe it’s just the bottom-level adventurer bros feel this guy is ruthless, cast so votes or sothing, but he’s still ranked over a hundred, better than most.
"What are you doing, boss! Popularity so low, how about the odds now? We can only wait for a public one."
Ben puffed on a cigarette.
Even Swan was left speechless, hell a public one, what’s going on with you? Clearly wanting to bet against Saleret!
Ten gambles, nine losses.
But the Continent Martial Arts Competition is different, this place... truly has no match-fixing. You dare to act, and you’ll get chopped imdiately. Who dares to try?
"I truly curse these addle-brained dudes." Ben puffed clouds while looking at the paper, "Kai Deng that brothel chick actually ranks in the top twenty."
This dropped Ben’s jaw, mainly due to this burning cup wearing clothes too seductive, a completely explosive back cutout navel-exposing white leather bustier.
Even looking at the photo induces reaction, it’s a thing.
"Better be careful, signing is about to start. If you’re exposed, you’re all dead."
Saleret didn’t understand why Liszt’s n were all reverse-existence, even in life-and-death urgency, jokes flew everywhere.
This group ssing up Doringger was truly mind-boggling.
"Pick soft persimmons to squeeze. Elimination No. 1 to No. 8, chance to et Kai Deng is relatively small. Stabilize battles for now, draw lots, grab those wet, sweaty-feeling papers. That’s weaklings being too weak, nervous consequences."
Ben played the dog-headed strategist, serving as Saleret’s agent.
"Announced yesterday, it’s machine selection, just pull a lever, similar to recently popular Lostra machines called slot machines."
Saleret also thought the tis advanced too fast, he’s sowhat unable to keep up. If he doesn’t regain this montum, clear his na, life will be over, he’s going to grow old.
Swan’s eyes flicked worry.
He used to be the regional Staff Chief, overseeing many brothels and casinos, always focusing on industry changes.
And a Lostra card entertainnt company rose dramatically, new gambling thods, seized a lot of the market, now everyone in Narrow Sea love to go to Lostra’s Port to gamble.
This company’s cash flow is explosive, might even enter the top black-market profit organizations, rivaling the thief guild, Gate of Truth, Evgeny Consortium type large transnational enterprises.
Last New Year, goods sold to Heaven Port, Morison, Brother Sha were maddened by the company’s products, so board gas card gas, daily acting wild.
Swan didn’t know if he rembered wrong, sotis overhearing Liszt chatting with Mo Yutong, having acquaintances in that card entertainnt company.
Just hoping for partnership opportunities, hopefully Lao Li, such a foul-slling MADAO, didn’t have grudges with others.
"Wory, machine-cut noodles taste as good as handmade noodles, huh?"
Ben accepted this pile of modern technology, leaving him no survival space, still wanting to show off, teach Saleret so cheating, touching ink to know the character.
His superb cheating skills in bet wins is running out of places to use.
With a knock from the Continent Martial Arts Competition’s managent commissioner, the drawing ti arrived.
Since formal starts, contestants are forbidden contact, draws are done in rotation.
Now there’s also small song and dance performances in the arena, but they’re folks not yet reaching Qili level. Need to wait till the 9th’s finals, adult night.
Drawing lots is also a favorite part for gamblers, audiences are packed now, ticket scarcity, it’s the first chance to directly view competitors, gauge strength.
"Pick soft persimmons to squeeze."
Ben reminded Saleret to stay smart.
"Take care."
Swan was quite serious, if directly drawing Xiaolong, damn preliminaries beco finals, that’s stuff to play.
Saleret just nodded, opened the door, and followed the beautiful managent commissioner to the draw site.
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