The beast-drawn carriage entered the capital of the Kingdom of Feikang. The road was very peaceful, and the conflict from more than a hundred years ago was now a rare occurrence.
Currently, the Fekkon Duchy protects its participants, allowing each team to exert its full strength. Even the three major human empires are wary of demigods, which is why each tournament is generally fair and just.
The monster-themed vehicle was quite fast, and in half a day, Ron and his group could see the capital city in the distance.
Upon arriving here, Ron's beast-drawn carriage could see the other participating teams.
In twos and threes, the caravans entered the capital of the duchy. Excluding the human race, each of the other races' kingdoms had its own caravans.
Finally, the overall landscape of the mainland can be seen.
Through the car window, Ron saw the druid's convoy. Wait, even the elves, who hadn't participated in previous years, had an academy team.
Considering that even the Elf Forest is open to the public, it's not surprising that representatives from the Elf Academy came to visit.
After entering the capital, Ron saw another team from the Dwarven Kingdom Academy. Was this another team from the Dark Region in the west of the continent?
Those are drow elves... I wonder if there are any vampires among them?
People from the dark, remote western regions rarely send anyone to participate in the competition.
This year, even the Underdark has attracted visitors.
Fortunately, there were no teams that converted necromancers.
The Northern Necromancer Academy is an academy where living beings in the material world cannot tolerate it. The strong cannot break through their realms to extend their lifespan, but they have one option: to transform into necromancers through magical rituals.
From then on, you can freely study magic, potions, or other things.
However, after transforming into a so-called immortal necromancer, one is generally reduced to a skeleton, devoid of worldly desires. Immortal and without death, one cannot enter the divine realm or the abyss, cannot be reincarnated, and loses the possibility of transcending the world...
Different choices make living beings…
Generally, if a necromancer uses very strong magic, a force of law will repel the necromancer, making it difficult for them to enter the material world.
Rumors circulate about a place of exile for necromancers hidden in the cracks between dimensions, but whether it's true or not remains unknown.
The truth recorded in the book may one day be revealed.
The other participating teams had all gone to their respective residences, and it was already a rare occurrence for Ron to encounter several participating teams.
In the capital of the Kingdom of Feikang, even those from the Dark Regions remained quiet, refraining from causing trouble and awaiting the day of the competition two days later.
In theory, each kingdom or duchy can send three squads, or, like the Kingdom of Gil, only one squad. Each empire can send ten squads, with the Orc Empire being a special case, able to send twenty squads.
The Underdark is the size of a kingdom; that region can be described as a dangerous and chaotic area.
Historically, sea creatures participated in the competition more than a thousand years ago. However, land was not conducive to the sea creatures' ability to demonstrate their strength, so they stopped participating in this grand event.
Ron and his companions arrived at the residence in the Kingdom of Gil.
The two teachers led the students to their rooms in the building.
After having dinner in the evening, Ron went out for a stroll again, and even took a look at the residences of the Underdark Academy personnel.
They seemed very relaxed, much like Ron.
The other disciples from the academy were either engaged in warrior training or meditating at this time.
After observing the daily lives of others for a while, Ron decided to go back to meditate.
The next day, with one day left before the competition, betting odds appeared in various parts of the capital.
“I bet on the Royal Grace Academy of the Rich Empire to win.”
"I'm betting on the Carlo Empire's magic team..."
"You guys have no taste! Didn't you see the people from the Dark Zone's Purgatory Academy come? How could those novice students possibly be a match for them? Suppress them all!"
"..."
"Look at the Orc Empire. The size of the people from their academy means they can easily take on two opponents at once. I'm optimistic about their team and bet on them to win."
"..."
Seeded teams have become the focus of betting odds across various markets.
The Royal Academy of Giles, which was almost at the bottom in the previous year, had very few people who beat the champion.
Ron arrived at the rumored largest underground trading center in the capital.
I came here out of curiosity.
The nobles had already changed their clothes; hardly anyone comes to this place.
Ron looked at the Grand Swordsman Arno beside him: "How about we bet a little? Nobody in the academy thinks highly of us. The Legend of Will hasn't taken on any disciples for centuries!"
Ron had a senior brother, but he perished during a perilous adventure in the Elemental Realm while cultivating.
"Young Master, how much should we bet?" Arno asked. Ron's suggestion was naturally to let the great swordsman Arno place the bet; a thirteen-year-old boy betting would attract too much attention.
Estimating the amount that wouldn't offend anyone or cause trouble, Ron said, "Bet ten high-grade magic crystals, the odds are five times, there's a chance to make money."
After this betting line, Ron moved on to the next one.
Everyone should place a small bet; even a great swordsman should place a bet. I'm sure there won't be any fools who don't know their place.
With a light laugh, Ron, unconcerned about the magic crystals, led Arno away, saying on their way back, "The magic crystals we win will be used to establish a merchant guild award, called the Alchemy Merchant Guild Prize."
It's basically an invention award; a little gambling is harmless fun, and winning the prize money further promotes the development of magical civilization.
"Understood, young master."
"Alright, go back and check on the other trainees."
Ron and Princess Sherry appeared relaxed, while the other five contestants were currently practicing magic or combat skills.
"Hmm, that's great. Come on, let's practice together..."
"..."
Time passed slowly, and another day finally came.
The day of the competition is approaching.
The two master teachers led the students into the venue.
A 10,000-meter-long training ground.
The magic circle was activated, and another magic shield appeared on the stage, ensuring that the competition on the stage would not affect those outside.
The arena was built with the help of elementalists; even a high-level swordsman could casually throw a boulder there. A field of 10,000 meters isn't really that big.
It could have been larger due to things like streets, but in reality there are four other training grounds.
There were five training grounds, the middle one being the largest. Ron and the others arrived at the training ground in the south after being notified before the competition.
The students, mostly nobles, sit quietly and wait here. This arrangement allows the nobles' servants to also enter.
Each college then sends a representative to the central training ground to obtain a number.
After several rounds of competition, everyone moved to the largest training ground.
Each training ground has ten arenas, allowing a hundred people to compete at the same time, reducing the time spent on round-robin selection.
This mainland exchange competition had over a thousand participants, each competing in five rounds. Each round was scored by a dedicated college teacher, and the scoring teachers varied from year to year.
If you win four battles, you will definitely be able to enter the central training ground.
If you win two or three games, and your scores are different, there is a certain possibility that you will enter the middle venue again.
Those at the Elemental Realm possess powerful divine souls. With experience, they quickly determined the battle numbers for each student in the swarm. When Teacher Ella returned, she brought a small notebook to inform the Royal Academy of Gil about each student's battle number.
Five matches, Ron glanced at them. He would fight one match on the first day, and two matches on each of the following two days, completing the preliminary rounds in three days.
Having understood the process, I asked Vivian to help me remember Ron's five numbers. The first number, written in tadpole script, was forty-seven.
Five venues, ten arenas in each venue, a total of fifty arenas. The first round of the competition is for the top 100 contestants. Is it his turn already?
Ron saw the number and leaped onto the ring that was in his place.
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