The Super Grand Prix is the most prestigious event in the Ho ga world, held annually and open to all registered players.
The competition lasts for 24 hours, and during the first 23 hours, the officials will randomly distribute a total of thirteen golden coins across different gas. The first player to clear a ga can obtain a coin.
Coin holders will be marked in the direction from other players’ perspectives, and if killed in non-peace zones, the coin will drop.
When the event reaches the last hour, all coin holders will be teleported to the arena for an indiscriminate brawl to determine the rankings and the winner.
Uh... Theoretically, if you want to pursue fairness as much as possible, you should adopt multiple rounds of duels, a point cycle, or a Swiss system. Multi-player brawls not only shorten the schedule but also have the suspicion of backstage manipulation.
For example, the second and third seeds might first team up to eliminate the biggest threat, the first seed.
Li Cheng casually handed the flyer to the White Horse Tombstone behind him. The side monitor of the airship flying above showed the countdown to the end of the event, 23:56:07.
Obviously, the competition had officially started. Participants in fancy outfits with looks of confidence were jumping into the teleportation gates one by one to different ga worlds.
And those who didn’t want to participate in the competition, just enjoying it as spectators, gathered with friends and went to bars,
or spread a blanket on the grass around the venue, sitting on the ground, laying out drinks and snacks, watching the competition highlights projected on the venue’s outer walls, chatting and laughing.
A pudgy young man wearing a black and gold shirt said excitedly, "Hey, I can finally see my favorite all-China team, RLG. China has R, Zhonghua has R, ROYAL LOVE GA. Those who don’t support the all-China team can leave."
His companion, who was taking beer from the icebox, raised an eyebrow, "RLG isn’t the only all-China team, what do you an?"
The pudgy young man shook his head and said, "Other teams may also be Chinese teams, but they’re not my faith."
Another companion suddenly said, "A man cries only 11 tis in his life, RLG dreams shatter at the Cluj Napoca Grand Prix;
RLG dreams shatter at the Atlanta Grand Prix;
RLG dreams shatter at the Rio Grand Prix;
RLG dreams shatter at the Paris Grand Prix;
RLG dreams shatter at the Shanghai Grand Prix..."
The group burst into laughter, and Wanli Sealed Blade smacked his lips, muttering under his breath, "The e-sports atmosphere in the second half of the 21st century is not much different from Modern Earth.
The sa ensemble of national raiders, the sa spineless slouchers in major events, the sa ’we’ll co back stronger next ti.’"
"As long as there are e-sports competitions, such topics will always be unavoidable."
Sunset lting Gold thought for a mont, knelt on one knee, placed his palm on the ground, and sent data pulses in all directions.
Just as the Bell Tower Mage Guild has magical factions such as the Defense System, Spellcasting System, and Shaping Magic, Whale Song also has different schools of thought. Sunset lting Gold follows the path called Cyber Martial Arts.
It emphasizes entering the path through martial arts, using servo motors to replace acupuncture points and ridians, and torrents of data to replace inner strength and Qi Sea. Master one technique, and a thousand techniques beco accessible.
This move, Cyber Martial Arts - Earth Dragon Tracking, functions like radar sonar and can detect extraordinary power fluctuations within an 80-kiloter range.
In the New Three Kingdoms, Zhuge Liang could sit in Chibi yet hear the commotion at Wuhan Sanjiangkou, with a hearing range of 200 kiloters.
In the Ordinary Cultivation, Nascent Soul Cultivators’ Divine Sense extends to 100 kiloters.
Although Sunset lting Gold couldn’t match Zhuge Liang of the New Three Kingdoms, his detection range was close to that of a Nascent Soul Cultivator. With one skill, he should be able to see the entire plaza.
But...
Zap!
The green data pulse dispersed along the ground for only a thousand ters or so before losing strength and automatically dissipating.
"The building materials here are similar to those on the killing field and can resist and weaken extraordinary power?!"
Sunset lting Gold’s expression slightly changed. The strength of building materials is an important indicator of the power level of a world.
A Level 10 Close Combat Extraordinary can walk unhindered in a world of wooden and stone structures from the Middle Ages, easily demolishing houses with the aftershocks of battle.
But in Modern Earth, trying to demolish a high-grade reinforced concrete building with bare hands? That would take forever.
What shocked Sunset lting Gold even more was the glowing panels above the heads of passersby.
[Ultimate Hua Zi·Lan Bo Wan]
[Level 12, Experience Bar 221/1200]
[Strength: 7]
[Agility: 9] (Miracle Walker: 1)
[Intelligence: 8]
[Constitution: 7] (Pressure King: 1)
[Perception: 8]
[Charm: 5]
[Equipnt Column: Weak Thunder Butterfly Knife, i Le MIL-800 Bulletproof Vest, Kevlar Helt, Smith & Wesson M500 Revolver, Hell Submarine Floating Backpack]
[Backpack: Micro Life Potion, Micro Energy Potion, M67 Grenade, Spring Breeze 900SR Motorcycle, Soft-hearted Cat Girl]
[Skill Bar: Copper Head Steel Back, Heavenly Fierce Collision, Swarm of Crows, thodical, Virtual Weapon]
[Ga Currency: 629]
[Spiritual Power Value: 400]
[Sanity Value: 110]
Sunset lting Gold made a gesture to allow others to see his perspective, leaving everyone shaken to their core.
The Cyber Martial Arts - Earth Dragon Tracking skill does not serve as a comprehensive reconnaissance skill like the Information Integration Glasses, rely showing the basic information detected.
Oddly enough, the panels above the passersby’s heads were identical to the panels seen by Killing Field Players. The format of levels, experience bars, equipnt, items, and skill columns were exactly the sa, and even the formula for calculating Spiritual Power Value was replicated.
This was no re coincidence.
"What does this an, that users in this neural-link virtual world share the sa system with Killing Field players?"
Lulina’s voice was a bit shrill with shock, but she quickly corrected herself, "No, that’s not right. The Killing Field reigns supre.
Maybe a Level 40 Extraordinary can beco a god and ancestor in their own Divine Country, construct arenas, and randomly select a hundred souls, inject them with false mories, and have them play real-life battle royale with them,
but no Divine Country could support the trillions of systems’ throughput and concurrency.
This place remains virtual."
Perhaps it was her shout, or maybe the green light Sunset lting Gold released attracted curious glances from the surrounding.
At the end of the street, two hulking n, each two ters eight in height and waist circumference, approached with booming footsteps.
They were dressed in security uniforms, holding riot shields in their left hands and wielding electric batons in their right, with the words [NPC Guard] floating above their heads.
They raised a hand to stop a few players, speaking in chanical, monotonous voices, "Please present the communication pass for Hall 018."
’Two ters tall and two ters wide waistline, are you guys a fortress?’
Wanli Sealed Blade’s eyelids twitched violently. Breaking the sound barrier with physical prowess is sothing even ordinary Close Combat Extraordinaries might not achieve.
These seemingly unimpressive NPCs were definitely at Level 20 strength, at the very least.
"Of course, the docuntation is right here."
Seasoned as ever, Wanli Sealed Blade released his grip on the sword hilt at his waist, slowly retrieving a card from his backpack.
[Spirit Communication Card], a Fine Quality item, automatically displays the information the other party wants to see.
Such as an FBI badge, lawyer’s business card, etc.
It’s a versatile tool for players executing script tasks and disguising identities.
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