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Chapter 796: Chapter 318: An Overly Enthusiastic Horror Fairy Tale!~

It’s just that some normal things are a bit excessive.

It’s like crossing into a...

Over-enthusiastic horror fairy tale.

"Let’s go."

Fang Qingyu whispered.

The two didn’t stay any longer, flagged down a taxi at the street corner, and returned to the downtown hotel.

...

Early the next morning.

The Extraordinary Arena in the City of Injustice was once again overwhelmed with a tidal wave of voices.

Compared to the mixed qualifications.

The atmosphere of today’s main matches was noticeably heavier, with a scent of gunpowder permeating the air.

In the Tier Two category, a total of 1,600 elites from the qualifiers were randomly divided into 8 groups, 200 people in each group.

The brutal points round-robin system, like a giant grinding wheel, began to slowly turn.

"Listen up, everyone!"

The giant screen clearly projected the event rules.

The host’s voice echoed through the Sound Amplifying Crystal Stone, "In each group, all participants will have ten rounds of single round-robin matches. Win a match, gain 2 points. Lose a match, deduct 1 point. Draw, 0 points! After ten rounds, the top 64 with the highest points in each group will advance to the next stage of the knockout rounds!"

"If there is a tie in points, an additional match will be held, one round decides the winner!"

Once the rules were announced, a buzz of discussion immediately erupted from the stands.

This system not only tests absolute strength.

But also tests endurance, tactics, and intelligence.

"Ten matches huh..."

Lei Meng sat in the stands, rubbing his chin, his eyes gleaming, "Now this is interesting. It’s not enough to just be able to fight, you also have to calculate. Know which opponents you can push against, which ones you should let go, conserve your strength, even... feign injury to confuse the subsequent opponents?"

He looked at Fang Qingyu beside him, "Brother Su Yu, don’t you agree?"

Fang Qingyu nodded, "Meng Ge is right. Intelligence and strategy are crucial today."

His gaze casually swept over the people behind him.

Wei Banmeng, Lin Yu, and Su Wanqing were huddled together, heads close, discussing quietly and quickly.

In front of them were several newly acquired matchup lists.

Their task was to analyze the most favorable combat strategies for the other participants.

When to strive for a win with full force, when to strategically concede, how to avoid encountering strong opponents or getting seriously injured before crucial rounds.

Chu Kuanglan, Old Lu, and others appeared to be relaxing against their chair backs.

But in fact, their ears were pricked up, ready to receive tactical arrangements from the three strategists at any time.

Their gazes occasionally swept over the huge arena below.

With the sound of a resonant bell echoing throughout the arena.

The competition officially began!

The three huge arenas once again lit up with light, force field screens rising, isolating the inside from the outside.

The matchup lists scrolled on the large screen.

The stands erupted in excitement!

Unlike the one-sided crush in the qualifiers, today’s battles were clearly more stalemated.

Many evenly matched opponents fought fiercely, the clash of Qi Forces and the exclamations of the audience filled the air.

Of course, there were also more wise surrenders.

When a participant realized they were facing a recognized top-tier powerhouse in their group, or if they were in poor condition, they decisively signaled surrender before the referee announced the start to avoid unnecessary consumption and injuries, saving valuable stamina and opportunities for future battles.

Lei Meng and Liu San watched intently, leaning forward, their eyes darting between the three arenas.

Occasionally, they exchanged in whispers about which participants were worth watching.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei sat steadily beside them, occasionally chiming in, keeping most of their attention firmly drawn to the intense arena.

Meanwhile, Old Chu and the others behind them continued executing their tactical retreats.

They took turns getting up and leaving, only to return quietly not long after.

With Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei covering, plus the competition’s excitement well exceeding the previous day’s, Lei Meng and Liu San didn’t notice the frequent movement behind them.

The competition proceeded with fervor.

Chu Kuanglan, still wearing a ferocious bronze ghost mask, faced mostly weak opponents, occasionally dealing with a tough opponent. Under Wei Banmeng’s tactical arrangement, he would symbolically fight for a few rounds, then seize the opportunity to blast the opponent off the stage with a punch.

Qi Hao’s saber technique was as swift as a phantom, usually leaving the opponent with the cold edge of his blade before they could react.

Others’ performances were also commendable.

Lin Yu’s sword light was as flowing, and Su Wanqing’s divine arts were unguardable.

Other Tier Two Peak participants also had their victories.

Of course, not everyone had smooth sailing.

Three members of Dawn in the Tier Two, after encountering opponents with far superior strength or abilities that highly counterpoised their own, despite giving their all, ultimately couldn’t secure enough points and regrettably stopped in the group stage.

When they silently returned to their seats, their eyes showed undeniable disappointment, but they managed to control their emotions well.

Lin Yu and Qi Feng quietly consoled them.

Meanwhile, Lei Meng had already focused all his attention on the battle on the third arena.

There was a young martial artist, looking about twenty-seven or eight years old, with a lean and resolute figure, wielding an archaic styled longsword.

His opponent was a Divine Cultist with an aura clearly in the late stage of Tier Two.

Surrounded by several rapidly spinning, razor-edged Ice Crystal Shields.

Constantly launching Ice Cones with relentless ferocity.

The young martial artist was obviously at a disadvantage due to the stark difference in their levels.

Every thrust of his longsword was either blocked or deflected by the Ice Crystal Shield, and he constantly had to evade a barrage of Ice Cones.

However, his eyes remained exceptionally calm, his stepping technique was steady, and his sword moves, though not flashy, were extremely precise and efficient, always evading fatal attacks by a hair’s breadth and counterattacking at the opportune moment.