Three deep chimes rang out, followed by a loud voice calling out.
Whoosh!
Bang!!
As soon as the words were spoken, a dazzling firework exploded in the sky, and people began to rush in that direction.
"Wow, it looks really good."
This scene prompted Wang Feng to speak, and he pulled Xiao Hao to follow closely behind the crowd.
This sect is quite advanced; to prevent boredom before the competition begins, they allow people to tour the unimportant main hall first.
They soon arrived at an open space, which was at least several kilometers in size.
In the very center of the venue, there are about a hundred fighting rings, with one ring separated from another by a distance of three meters.
Each arena is estimated to be at least fifty meters in size.
Wang Feng glanced around and saw a dozen enormous, towering pillars standing side by side, spaced a meter apart, in the distance.
Each large cylinder has at least three meters of space on top.
Above them were a series of people dressed in identical uniforms, differing only in color, suggesting they were ranked according to status.
Without exception, all of the dozens of people had a small blue sword embroidered on their chests.
"No names will be chosen for the first day's competition. Anyone at the ninth level of the Spirit Gathering Realm or below who feels capable can participate!"
"Each arena has a judge, and only ten people can enter each arena. First come, first served."
"The battle lasts for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn; the last person standing will be admitted to the Lesser Sword Sect!"
"To prevent you from refusing to fight, so! If more than two people are standing, then everyone should get off and wait for the next round."
The meaning couldn't be clearer: if you don't play, you'll be eliminated from the previous round and have to wait for the next one.
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