Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road - Chapter 524

Chapter 524: 1V1 Brawl Match [Fourth Round] Chapter 524: 1V1 Brawl Match [Fourth Round] [Purple Amethyst Sect, Battle Arena] In the morning, when the fog dissipated from the sect, the weather was warm, the breeze was clean, and the air was fresh.  Finally, the day that everyone had been waiting for had come.

Two days ago, Su Bingwen already informed everyone about the date of the next round and the result of the fourth round.

Only a hundred people were qualified to go to the next round because they had already measured the strengths of the candidates.

A hundred of them weren’t totally recovered yet.

The battle with demons caused them quite a bit of a bit of pain.

They had to stay in bed for a week to two weeks.

And some people need to recuperate for a month to four months since their bones were broken and their limbs received heavy blows.  If they insist on coming to the next round, they may lose their lives.

The result of the fourth round was acceptable for thousands of spectators and everyone.

No one disagreed.  “In this fourth round, it’s a 1V1 Brawl.

You have to draw the numbers in this box.

If you catch the same number as the other person, your opponent is that person.

This will repeat until the last twenty people stand in the arena.

Twenty people have to draw the number again, and twenty of them have to continue to fight until we decide who is the number one, number two, and so on.”  “Inside this box, there are one hundred and one stones carved with numbers.

There is a stone with a blank number.

If any of you catch this stone, you can skip to the next round.” He explained it to them clearly and called the candidates to come one by one to draw the number.  “I have to warn you before it starts.

No cheating is allowed here.

If one is found guilty, they’ll immediately be disqualified from the competition.

The battle won’t end until one of you  surrenders.” He then waved his hand, and a huge battle platform was divided into five platforms.  The entire field extended, and the space for spectators to watch the competition became bigger.  “Five pairs of you will compete with each other at the same time.”  “Now, let’s start!

Those who carry stone numbers 1 to 5, come up to your places!”  Ten people flew onto the battle platform.

They stood against each other.

The boiling moment arrived, and the spectators cheered in amusement.  The competition immediately started when the announcement of the ninth elder was made.

Mr.

Potato: Wave a flag and cheer while holding a popcorn.

“Come on!!!” This was the third day, the day when the competition started.

Shenlian Yingyue’s friends were waiting for her arrival.

They were anxious and worried about her.

However, nothing can be done now.

They forced themselves to watch the competition and told themselves to believe in her.

She promised, and she won’t break her promise.

In the first round of this 1v1 match, ten people showed their power and tried their best to win.  People had been shouting and cheering for them.

The battle goes on like this.  Each of them showed different skills and martial arts.

It gave people a new knowledge of the amazing power of the disciples of each sect.

Some pairs spent half an hour to finish the battles, while a few of them only spent ten to twenty minutes.  Some people’s strengths were equal, so it took them a long time to finish their opponents who were at the same level as them.

What impressed them the most was that every time it came to men’s (male leads) and important characters’ turns to fight, they finished their fights in less than a minute.

Their opponents were indeed strong, but how could these disciples beat the male protagonists, who soaked their lives in blood and sweated every moment that they breathed?  Everyone’s hard work brought them strength and hope.

But compared to the sons of luck, the male protagonists who had talents since they were born and who received luck from heaven, it was not a good thing to say.

Shenlian Wanyan’s opponent was an inner disciple of the Fairy Palace sect.

The man used all his attacks, but his cultivation level was lower than that of Shenlian Wanyan.

He ended up being defeated.

Helan Yuze’s opponent was a core disciple of the Purple Amethyst Sect.

The man’s strength was similar to his.

It took him ten minutes to win.

Helan Yuze looked at the man.

The man also looked at him.

This man was a dark horse.

This man’s spiritual root was the Supreme Spiritual Root.  Unexpectedly, there are many strong people in this world who were born gifted.

He should’ve won the battle easily, but he met Helan Yuze as his opponent.  However, the man didn’t feel hopeless, even if he lost.

He still had a chance.  The competition is that a hundred people compete with each other.

Whoever wins or loses, it doesn’t matter.

Because the result is that a hundred people will be reduced to fifty people.

Next, the fifty people have to draw the numbers and compete with each other again.  When the battle between fifty people is over, the number of people will be reduced to 25.  These 25 people will have to draw numbers again and compete with each other until there are only twenty people left.

Then, the twenty people will compete with each other, one by one, to decide who is the strongest.

In the end, it is a little special.

It’s the battle of those who lost.

The eighty people will have to compete with each other (like in the first round, where all sects will fight until the time is up).

Twenty winners have a chance to challenge the other twenty people.

If they win, they could squeeze twenty people out of the top twenty.

This condition is fair and good for those who are unlucky to receive opponents who are stronger than them.

Until…

The man stood on the platform and looked at the 100th number in his stone with a deep look.  A person was missing!

That was what the spectators thought.

All the participants in the competition knew who was missing.

However, none of them speak.  CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Littlecarrot I’m dizzy by the way that the competition works.

I’m not sure if this is the correct way to fight by drawing numbers.

Do you have any opinions?

Your support is my buggest motivation, and your opinions are my inspiratio, my dear.

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