"Next."
Reagan stepped forward, humbly taking the random number tag assigned to him.
Number 202, Arena 11.
The small carved plaque showed his battle order for the day.
He knew he would be fighting after the first 7 matches, so he had to stay close by.
Around Arena 11 over 80 people gathered.
When watching, he wasn't so nervous any longer, as he focused on observing their techniques and listening to the comnts from many others.
After all, everyone will still get to fight each other soti later on.
The thod of assessing victories was simple.
Today, everyone had to have entered at least 15 fights.
If you win a fight, you get points.
The fights are with random opponents, so even those who lose their first match but still end up with higher points if they did well in their other 14 matches.
This system will carry on for the next 4 days until everyone has fought 45 matches.
Of course, every day, competitors had 3 break tis whenever they wanted or felt their noises were up to standard and needed a rest before continuing.
From early morning to late evening, the competition would carry on.
So matches ended in a few seconds because a very strong person was paired with a very weak person.
Sotis so matches lasted more than 5 minutes.
No matter what, no match can go longer than an hour.
The match would be forcefully stopped and the one with the least injuries or the one last standing will be the victor.
Another way to win is to get your opponent out of the arena.
If you force them out, it's a win for you.
After the first 4 days, everyone is then grouped in teams according to their strengths.
Those with 5 points are grouped, and those with 45 points are also grouped.
They battle it among themselves to find their accurate ranking, by also accumulating more winning points too.
It was simple and straightforward.
Following this, the top 10 among the top tier group (those with 45 points), will decide to either challenge anyone from the top 100 or not.
The whole thing took a long ti, but very worth it in everyone's view, as it gave them a chance to rank up even if they lost 1 or 2 first battles.
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Grabbing the soil underneath his feet, Reagan rubbed his hands as a sign of good luck.
He has always done this, even when he was a police officer in the special Task forces.
It was funny that when he was in school, he never felt so nervous about grades or exams.
But now at 28 years of age, he felt butterflies churning so badly in his belly it began to distract him.
Sigh... the wait was killing him, as he began tapping his feet anxiously.
"Hey, Reagan, you're here too?"
"Sister gan, so you're assigned to this arena?"
Officer gan nodded wryly.
They were very close to each other, so when she got assigned she was hoping to not see him here.
But who knew fate wanted them to battle it out?
Reagan chuckled, feeling the butterflies in his belly fade when seeing soone else more worried than he was.
"It's going to be fine. I'm sure you'll get a high ranking by the end of it all. And even if we do et each other in there, let's just give it our best. The one who cannot hold on any longer will forfeit."
"Yeah..." Officer gan agreed, knowing Reagan was stronger than she when last they fought. But who is to say during this ti she had not ranked up her skills too?
Indeed, she was curious at what level he reached with his special technique.
Unlike many others who loved drawing out physical weapons, Reagan specialized in Ti seed to fly by in a twinkle of an eye, as 4 out of the first battles ended with many opponents forfeiting.
Calligraphy/Painting.
In short, he was a 2-star Calligraphy Talisman Master.
It was always interesting to watch his battles.
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Ti seed to fly by in a twinkle of an eye, as 4 out of the first battles ended with many opponents forfeiting.
It's not that they didn't want to try, but that their opponents were famously stronger people they were familiar with.
Sure.
The real famous people are those within the top 100.
But for soone in position 4230, competing with soone in position 2100, who do you think will win?
For those in the 4000~4400 positions, those in the 2000s were famous in their eyes too.
Thus, knowing where they stood and knowing the realm of possibilities for them, why should they waste energy on a battle that they were bound to lose?
It's better to save their energy and fight others they are sure to win.
Many thought so, as they forfeited with a humble bow while watching their plaques around their necks burn a front score on it.
Losses: 1
Victories: 0.
It was sad and painful but they knew there was no other way.
At least, they can fight those around 3000-range positions.
If you want them to fight those at 2000 or 1000, then they must be joking.
Likewise, so at the 2000 positions, would even dare fight others at the 300 position.
Reagan was fortunately at the 510th position, so he found that his first match of the day was victorious with him lifting a finger.
His opponent forfeited.
(-_-)
His next match was in Arena 28, which he obliged.
There, he was finally paired with soone surprisingly slightly higher than him.
It was a person ranked at the 506th position.
Though strong, he too has improved since the last ranking competition, so it was hard to say who would get the last laugh.
When it's your turn to battle and you're not here, maybe because you were held up with another battle, your battle will be pushed back in the rotation to the last place.
Just ensure to complete all 15 battles for the day.
Each battle can last at most 1 hour, but a majority of battles last only 5~10 minutes.
So in under 6~7 hours, many are done for the day.
It's up to you to ensure all 15 battles are t.
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"Number 202 vs Number 708. Prepare for battle."
Bam!
Both Reagan and his opponent jumped on stage, recognizing each other but saying nothing.
They humbly bowed, before stepping back and taking battle stance.
Well, for Reagan, he calmly reached for his long, parchnt scroll and his ink brush, while his open reached for his twin blades.
Already, the audience could tell it was going to be an entertaining battle.
"Disciple Reagan, might I say, I've always admired your battle prowess. Who doesn't know that within the Talisman Association, you are ranked 11th along the many?"
If Reagan's cultivation level was higher he wouldn't be at the 510th position.
Who knows... maybe during this ti, his cultivation level wasn't the only thing to grow.
Today, he wondered what sort of battle prowess Reagan would show him.
Well, Reagan's opponent was a battle fanatic.
He liked engaging with stronger opponents even if he lost, he would feel it very worthwhile. (^0^)
"Likewise" Reagan, acknowledged in amusent. "The feeling is mutual. I heard you were also famous on a mission just recently. I heard when out with the Grandmaster, you were one of the disciples to catch his eyes. This alone says you're nothing to underestimate too."
What?
Who is number 708? And who is this number 202?" Many around the arena had jaws dropped listening to their conversation.
So knew them both, so knew just one of them, and others were completely clueless about them.
F***!
The duo had set the mood for the battle so high that many wished they now had popcorn to enjoy the show with.
One of Pandrol's many clones had an entertained smile on his lips raising his hands to begin the match.
"Begin!"
"Asmodian Twin Blades of Thunder!"
Reagan's opponent suddenly had purple lighting flashing out from his eyes, body and blades, as he ran and plunged so high in the high with his twin sword before sending a brutal streak of thick lightning descending Reagan's way.
Bam!
Those weaker could only see things in after flashes, as they inwardly concluded it was a loss for Reagan.
F***!
If it was them they would have been blown out of the arcana with that single move.
But when the dust settled, their eyes magnified exaggeratedly, after seeing the many figures surrounding Reagan.
"Ahhhh! I see! I see now! He pulled them out from his parchnt scroll!"
"Aweso!"
"Amazing!"
"So this is what calligraphy and paint masters do?"
No way!
Everyone saw several giants exiting a mist of black inlet appetite with shields and swords, as they blocked the attack, protecting Reagan.
Bahahahhahahahha~
Reagan's opponent landed seeded feet back, and couldn't help laughing with glee, twirling both swords with undisguised excitent.
"Good, good, good! You didn't let down! Now, co... let see just how powerful your ink creatures truly are."
Reagan smiled. "With pleasure."
And just like that, all 4 ink giant gazords as well as Reagan's opponent, charged at each other with everything they had.
BAM!
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