Outside the circle, nurous reporters and caran imdiately raised their "long guns and short cannons," broadcasting the entire process live.
Chen Yu was the first to jump onto the stage, reaching into the box to pull out a transparent glass sphere, exquisitely made.
Inside was a tiny number—9.
"Your number is 9," the proctor explained. "The other contestant who draws number 9 will be your first opponent."
"Co on," Chen Yu motioned to the long-haired man. "Co up and draw."
The long-haired man didn't hesitate, leaping onto the stage and pulling a sphere marked with a "2" from the box.
Chen Yu: "Trash."
Long-haired man: "Crap."
"Both of you get down."
One by one, the contestants took the stage to draw lots and check their spheres.
There were joys and sorrows.
A typical joy was the Transcendent who drew the number "9", giving Chen Yu a mix of friendly and challenging glances.
Indeed, Chen Yu's score from the last round was historically the highest.
But it was ultimately a "fluke".
Among these twenty, he was the most likely the weakest.
A typical sorrow was the Transcendent who drew the number "2".
His opponent was the top contender from the Alliance Academy.
aning his assessnt was over at this point.
Soon, eighteen contestants had finished drawing lots. Only two centaurs from the Ka Xiu clan were left, still standing below the stage, calmly showing off.
Seeing everyone had left the stage, they slowly ambled up together.
The smaller-bodied centaur reached into the box, and then paused, looking confusedly at the proctor.
The proctor's smile widened, and he suddenly squashed the box flat. "Sorry, I forgot to ntion a rule. The balls in the box numbered from 1 to 9 are only eighteen in total. The last two people automatically beco each other's next opponent."
The smaller-bodied centaur was bewildered, not understanding, and looked at his companion.
The larger one, who understood human language, grasped the aning and his face instantly turned cold.
It was no fool.
It clearly understood that the monitoring team had set them up.
But it said nothing in defense. It just smirked with a cruel curve at the corner of its mouth, "VL].K;[P. (After all, just a bunch of bugs.)"
"Thanks for the complint," the proctor bowed slightly. "This has always been the rule in past tournants, but I forgot to ntion it this ti. Sorry."
Pulling his confused kinsman, the centaur left without looking back.
"Now, the following ti is free ti," said the proctor as he casually discarded the box, amplifying his voice, "You all can take a brief rest and prepare your fighting equipnt. At 11:30, through this exit—"
He paused slightly, sidestepping to point at the huge tal door behind him, adding, "Proceed to the 1000th floor's grand arena."
"Dismissed."
With that,
The nurous dia journalists crowded at the outer ring surged forward again.
Chen Yu, curious, walked around the high stage to the massive tal door, tentatively pushing it open a crack.
"Boom—"
A deafening noise imdiately assaulted his face.
Peeking through,
He saw below the revolving staircase, an endless expanse of clouds.
Above was a coliseum with no visible edges, already packed with hundreds of thousands of spectators.
Magnificently vast, densely packed, seemingly endless, a massive swath of darkness.
It was hard to imagine the colossal extent of this "coliseum".
Instead of saying Sky-reaching Tower is a tower, it's more like a stick supporting a "plate."
"Snap!"
Suddenly a hand reached out and closed the tal door.
The proctor approached, frowning prettily, "You can't go out now."
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"I wasn't planning to, just taking a look."
"..." The proctor fell silent for a mont, lowering her voice, "In a while at the arena, don't let the atmosphere cloud your judgnt. If you can't win, just surrender. There's no sha in it."
"Understood."
Chen Yu nodded, turning to leave.
He had just taken a few steps but then stopped and turned back to look at the proctor.
"Anything else?" the proctor tilted her head.
Chen Yu: "Could you get so underwear?"
Proctor: "..."
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