Yang Qinglan was about to speak.
boom!
Huge fireworks bloomed in the sky above the stadium, and Li Changzhou completed his mission.
"One hundred and twenty-eight." Yang Qinglan held the Ruyi scepter, paying attention to Li Changzhou's ranking.
Li Changzhou was already fast enough. Except when facing the little girl, he was a little gentler and did not directly search her soul. He was almost without delay. Even so, he was only the 128th person to complete the task.
Of the first 127 people, some may have been lucky, but we can't be so optimistic as to think that all 127 were just lucky. There must be some strong individuals among them.
They cannot afford to lose; they must be cautious and consider the best course of action.
They must win first place; if they miss this opportunity, who knows when they will be able to find a way to break the curse of the ancient gods again.
In the value game, not progressing is regressing; every minute and every second, players are surpassing each other.
When Li Changzhou returned, he saw Yang Qinglan staring intently at the screen, gathering intelligence; Yaochi counting money; and Li Qianxia sitting with her legs crossed, looking like an old man, wearing sunglasses that appeared out of nowhere.
"I have fulfilled my mission." Li Changzhou sat down and gave Li Qianxia's crossed leg a hard slap.
"...Hiss!" Li Qianxia gasped for breath, bent over, clutching her thigh, too painful to speak.
She even had to activate the vaporizer to relieve the pain with drops of blood.
"You've worked hard," Yang Qinglan said with a smile.
"Thank you for your hard work." Yaochi said casually, pondering the odds for Li Changzhou's next match.
Because of his outstanding performance in the last game, the odds may be lower, but he is still an unknown player. Even if he accomplished the task of 'catching the three-eyed fish' in the first game, he cannot be completely favored.
The second challenge, in particular, tests a completely different kind of talent than the first...
"You've had a tough time!" Li Qianxia grabbed Li Changzhou by the neck, gritting her teeth.
...Talent, perhaps, allows for a bigger bet.
The so-called larger bet is to place smaller bets, such as betting on the top few or even the last few to advance to the next round.
With Li Changzhou's talent...
Yaochi pulled the bloodthirsty Li Qianxia away and asked Li Changzhou like a pretty female reporter, "Changzhou, what rank do you think you'll advance in the next round?"
"Sigh, if I can't be number one, I'll just cancel my player status and go back to my old home on Earth to watch the sunrise and sunset in the universe."
In the humanities, humans are the most intelligent of all beings, and literature, regardless of what it describes, is essentially the study of humanity.
However, in terms of science, as science develops, humanity will only become smaller and smaller. In the divine Great Wall of interstellar civilization, humanity is even smaller than that.
If we narrowly define "human beings" as only those on Earth, then it's even less worth mentioning.
Li Changzhou, who was just a provincial top scorer in liberal arts on Earth, was not really qualified to say something as grand as "If I can't be number one, I'll go back to my old home on Earth." But even if he wasn't qualified, he was confident, especially since the S-level Zhizhu was still inside him.
“Don’t underestimate others,” Yang Qinglan gently reminded, “You have the Wisdom Pearl, but others may also have it, or have similar items and skills.”
"Don't worry," Li Changzhou said with a smile, "I 'despise the enemy strategically, but I won't be careless tactically.'"
"Then I'll bet everything on number one?" Yaochi said, about to place her bet.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Li Changzhou quickly stopped her.
Yaochi was waiting, and she looked at him with a smile: "What's wrong, my lord, the great King of Black Mist, are you afraid?"
Her eyes sparkled with laughter.
"I'm not afraid of a little rabbit!" Li Changzhou arrogantly proved that he was not afraid at all, then said cautiously, "But this money is not all our money. You use the part that is not ours to bet on my advancement; and use all of our money to bet on me to be number one... What do you think?"
Yaochi scratched her head.
She scratched her head, not out of annoyance, embarrassment, or stupidity; her white hair was gently rubbed, making her look languid and charming.
“But I have a lot of confidence in you,” she said.
"Go all in! Go all in!" Li Qianxia was so excited she wanted to kick her legs. "If I make another big profit, I can buy the upgraded Mil Metal Armor!"
Forging Mier metal into battle armor is already a huge technological challenge; the 'upgraded version' creates nanomachines from Mier metal, pushing the difficulty to an unprecedented level.
The nano version of the Mier Armor can be worn as a ring or bracelet, or it can be stored directly in the body. In addition to becoming armor, it also has functions such as healing, reconnaissance, and communication.
There were countless spectators in the stands who, like Li Qianxia, had gone into a frenzy.
As each top contender advances, more and more people make money, and more and more people fall into a frenzy.
Amidst a burst of fireworks, Si also advanced, causing tens of thousands of people to faint from excitement on the spot once again. A fully mechanical ascended warrior suddenly overloaded, emitting white smoke.
“See that?” Li Qianxia put an arm around Li Changzhou’s shoulder. “That’s real popularity. That girl named ‘Xin’ doesn’t even know about the ranking competition, but she knows Si’s name. By the way, where did you send them?”
"Give it to Lorelei and Incere, and remind them to place bets so they can earn some pocket money," Li Changzhou replied.
Seven hours after the start of the competition, the first round ended, and 50,000 people advanced to the second round.
"Should we take a break for a while?" Li Qianxia looked around, wondering where the surrounding audience was headed and if there was a place to eat.
Fifty thousand beams of purple light shot down from the towering [Divine Will Crystal], like the most dazzling fireworks, precisely enveloping the fifty thousand players who were advancing to the second stage.
A contestant whose skull was blown off during a mission and had to be replaced with a lightweight alloy skull broke off the alloy skull, and his flesh and blood writhed and healed in the purple light.
Li Changzhou's mana, which he had hardly used up, was fully replenished in the blink of an eye.
{Start of Level 2}
More purple light descended, this time on a much smaller scale, only five hundred rays.
Purple light formed clusters of flames, standing in the very center of each stage, like lit bonfires.
{Advance by comprehending any one of the divine intents}
The next moment, tens of thousands of players swarmed forward, rushing towards the purple fire like vultures snatching away rotting corpses.
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