Free Web NovelChapter 183: Monk Has Luck!
The excitement surrounding Tony Clark’s victory barely lasted a single night before the tournament moved forward once again.
Nobody complained... Nobody questioned it.
Because everyone understood that the Golden Flag battle had merely decided who controlled the largest prize.
The remaining positions still needed owners.
Twenty slots attached to the Red Flag.
Ten slots attached to the White Flag.
Two hundred and four individual positions still waiting for their final masters.
The next morning, Nine Lotus Academy opened its gates once more.
However, the atmosphere had changed dramatically.
The participants had changed as well.
The previous rounds were battles for survival.
These battles were battles for value.
Everyone understood the numbers.
Tony’s first place granted thirty World Tree spots. Emma’s battlefield offered twenty.
The White Flag offered ten.
Beyond that... Rankings became nearly meaningless.
Whether a person ranked fourth or two hundred and fourth, the reward remained exactly the same. One spot... Only one spot.
That realization immediately changed the mentality of countless participants.
Many ambitious geniuses had already fallen. Many weaker participants had already secured positions.
As a result, people became practical... Very practical.
Several competitors immediately surrendered when facing opponents they couldn’t defeat.
Others intentionally avoided strong enemies.
Many chose safer paths.
After all, risking severe injuries merely to improve from rank seventy to rank thirty-eight offered absolutely no benefit.
The academy elders watching the competition couldn’t help laughing.
The younger generation had suddenly become much smarter.
Or perhaps much more realistic.
Meanwhile, the Red Flag competition quickly became Emma Rock’s personal stage.
Ever since defeating Mark Smith, her confidence had reached another level.
The emotional burden she carried for years seemed noticeably lighter.
The silver life energy surrounding her became smoother.
Sharper.
More dangerous.
One opponent after another challenged her.
One opponent after another fell.
Some battles lasted several minutes.
Others ended within seconds.
Nobody managed to stop her advance.
Even powerful hidden geniuses eventually found themselves overwhelmed by the terrifying healing and destructive abilities she displayed.
By late afternoon, only two competitors remained beneath the Red Flag... Emma Rock.
And a spear user from a northern military faction.
The result surprised nobody.
The poor man lasted less than ten exchanges.
When he finally admitted defeat, the arena erupted into applause.
Academy disciples celebrated loudly.
Healing Tower supporters screamed themselves hoarse.
Even neutral spectators acknowledged the result.
Emma had earned it.
Completely.
As Da Vinci announced her victory, countless people couldn’t help comparing the rankings.
First Place.
Tony Clark.
Thirty slots.
Second Place.
Emma Rock.
Twenty slots.
Nobody could have predicted such a result when the tournament began.
Meanwhile, the White Flag battlefield produced an even stranger outcome.
The bald monk.
The same monk who suffered a humiliating defeat against Tony.
The same monk who spent half his battles smiling and bowing.
The same monk everyone underestimated.
Somehow...
He won.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Every opponent underestimated him.
Every opponent regretted it.
The monk advanced quietly while stronger and more famous geniuses eliminated each other.
By sunset...
He stood alone beneath the White Flag.
Third Place.
Ten World Tree slots.
The spectators stared at the smiling monk in disbelief.
The monk merely joined his palms together.
"Amitabha. Luck was kind."
Half the arena nearly fainted.
Luck?
The man had defeated multiple geniuses.
Yet he still called it luck. freeweɓnovel.cøm
Even Tony couldn’t help laughing when he heard the statement.
Thus the top three finally emerged.
First Place.
Tony Clark.
Second Place.
Emma Rock.
Third Place.
The Bald Monk.
The rankings immediately spread throughout every martial network.
Arguments exploded.
Some people supported Tony.
Others supported Emma.
Many claimed Mark Smith deserved a higher position.
The debates became endless.
Unfortunately for them, the tournament wasn’t interested in public opinion.
The results remained unchanged.
After the top three positions were settled, the remaining battles lost much of their intensity.
The reason was simple.
Nobody cared about rank anymore.
A participant ranked fourth received one World Tree slot.
A participant ranked two hundredth received one World Tree slot.
The reward was identical.
Consequently, many competitors became extremely practical.
Some surrendered.
Some negotiated.
Some deliberately avoided powerful opponents.
Several geniuses openly refused unnecessary battles.
Why risk severe injuries before entering the World Tree Blessing?
Only idiots would do that.
As a result, the final rankings beyond third place became increasingly chaotic.
One famous genius might rank fifteenth.
Another might rank ninety-third.
Nobody cared.
They had already achieved their goal.
A World Tree slot.
That was enough.
Among the remaining battles, however, one confrontation attracted considerable attention.
Mark Smith.
Versus.
Kevin Clark.
The moment the names appeared, the atmosphere changed.
Everyone could feel Mark’s mood.
The Imperial Family genius had remained unusually quiet ever since his defeat against Emma.
The pressure surrounding him felt dangerous.
Very dangerous.
Kevin Clark realized it immediately.
Unfortunately, there was nowhere to run.
The battle began.
And ended quickly.
Painfully quickly.
Mark unleashed every ounce of frustration he carried from the previous days.
His sword energy exploded across the battlefield like a storm.
Kevin defended desperately.
Unfortunately, the difference in strength proved overwhelming.
Within moments, Kevin found himself blasted across half the arena. ƒreewebɳovel.com
The spectators winced.
Even Tony looked sympathetic.
The battle ended with Kevin embedded inside a stone wall.
Mark lowered his sword.
Then snorted.
"If not for your surname, nobody would remember you."
The statement immediately spread throughout the arena.
Kevin’s face darkened.
Unfortunately...
He couldn’t argue.
Not after losing so thoroughly.
Meanwhile, Mark finally looked slightly better.
Not happy.
Not satisfied.
But better.
At least somebody had suffered more than him today.
As darkness gradually descended upon Nine Lotus Academy, the final participant lists were completed.
Two hundred and sixty-four slots.
Two hundred and sixty-four qualified participants.
The greatest gathering of young talents in the world.
The tournament had finally ended.
And for the first time in days, the academy became quiet.
Very quiet.
Because every genius present understood the same thing.
The tournament prizes no longer mattered.
The rankings no longer mattered.
The arguments no longer mattered.
Only one thing mattered now.
The World Tree Blessing.
Seven days remained.
And seven days before hundreds of ambitious geniuses entered the most dangerous battlefield of their generation.
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