Su Yuening supported her face with her hands and watched the long queue gradually shorten.
Until there was no one left in front of Lu Fusheng.
She cheered up and said to Li Qianqian who was still infatuated with Wen Shi:
"The number plates have been distributed, and the competition has begun."
"here we go?!"
Li Qianqian quickly withdrew her gaze from Wen Shi and looked towards Lu Fusheng's position.
Lu Fusheng took a step forward and teleported to the light curtain in the center of the venue.
The eyes of tens of thousands of disciples were focused on him.
With an eager look in his eyes, he smiled and said, "All contestants, please be ready. Let me tell you about the rules of this year's freshman competition."
"There are 50 arenas on site, and you have 8,000 participants. Each arena can hold an average of 160 people, fighting in pairs, so you can be divided into 80 groups."
"This competition uses the head-to-tail competition method. For example, if your number plate is 0001, then you are in ring number 1, and your opponent is the disciple holding number plate 0160. The corresponding number for 0002 is 0159."
"0161 corresponds to 0320, 0162 corresponds to 0319..."
"0321 corresponds to 0480, 0322 corresponds to 0479..."
"0481 corresponds to 0640, 0482 corresponds to 0639..."
Lu Fusheng spoke very quickly, and many of the disciples were confused by the long string of numbers.
They all stared at each other.
"Um...fellow brothers, what did the Sect Master mean?"
"I didn't understand. I don't even know where I failed to follow the Sect Master's train of thought."
"I think I understand. For now, forget about the total number of participants. Just treat each arena as if there are only 160 people. Divide them into 80 pairs, with the top pair competing against the last, and the second-to-last pair competing against the second-to-last, matching them up one-to-one."
“!”
"Oh, I understand. I understand."
"This explanation is better than the Sect Master's. It doesn't have so many complicated numbers."
"Oh my god, this is completely different from the last freshman competition. The last one used a completely random matching rule, but this time it's a one-to-one matching method."
"There's essentially no difference. No one knows who's the stronger opponent."
"Too……"
Lu Fusheng listened to the discussion and waited until it died down before continuing, "The rules of the freshman competition every year are pretty much the same, but they all use the word 'fair'."
"The competition rules I just mentioned will apply throughout this entire freshman competition."
"After one round, 50% of the 8,000 participants will be eliminated, reducing the number to 4,000. The numbers on your number plates will randomly change, repeating the rules I set earlier."
"4,000 people are evenly divided into 50 arenas, each with 80 people. The 80 people are divided into 40 pairs: 0001 and 0080, 0002 and 0079..."
"0081 and 0160, 0082 and 0159..."
"0161 and 0240, 0162 and 0239..."
Lu Fusheng deliberately teased his disciple and kept calling out numbers.
The disciples who were listening felt drowsy.
Many people yawned, rested their heads on their friends' shoulders, and listened with their eyes squinted.
Lu Fusheng pointed to the arena:
"That's all I have to say. I wish you good luck and hope you get a good ranking."
"The top ten will receive generous rewards."
“The top 100 will receive incentive rewards.”
"Those who rank in the top 1,000 will receive a participation reward."
"Well, the elders and I haven't decided on the specific reward yet."
The disciples: “……?”
Damn it, there is not even a specific reward.
It's the same as not saying anything.
The disciples watched Lu Fusheng disappear with resentment.
This sect is becoming more and more perfunctory every year.
—
Su Yuening stood up holding her number plate, "Qianqian, I'll go to the ring first."
"Number one, you have to start first."
"Okay." Li Qianqian nodded, her big eyes twinkling, and she waved her fists. "Sister Su, come on!"
"Invincible, winning streak!"
"Yes."
Su Yuening smiled at her and went straight to the No. 1 ring.
There is already someone waiting on the ring.
He is a male disciple with a clean face but very ordinary.
Seeing Su Yuening nimbly climb onto the stage, he took two steps back.
His eyes were wide open, in a state of extreme surprise.
“You, you…”
The male disciple swallowed his saliva.
What kind of damn luck does he have? He runs into Su Yuening, who is very popular recently.
Divine talent, the strongest new disciple.
Su Yuening reached the half-step golden elixir stage five months ago, and now she has even entered the golden elixir stage in a perverted way.
With his cultivation level at the late foundation building stage, let alone the Golden Core stage, even if he was at the Half-Step Golden Core stage, he could be killed with just one finger.
A single breath could send him to hell.
He was competing in solitude.
"Me what?"
Su Yuening curled her lips in interest, "Do you know me?"
The male disciple nodded and shook his head.
"Today is the first time we met."
"I usually know you through hearsay."
"She's as beautiful as a fairy, like the Queen Mother of the Nine Heavens, and her cultivation is even faster than that of a flying monkey..."
Su Yuening: "..."
This metaphor is quite appropriate.
"Let's talk privately, let's start the competition."
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