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Chapter 203 A windfall of 1.2 billion! The Great Xia is of one mind!

One hundred million...

100,000, 1 million, 10 million, 100 million...

Lin Yi felt his eyes were blurry.

Tap your finger on the screen, and after counting to a hundred million, there's still one digit before that!

This means his current assets.

It has already surpassed the one billion mark!
That's incredibly profitable!
"The good news is that I have already received the more than 12 billion Daxia coins into my account."

"The bad news is that the market maker is definitely having people closely monitoring the flow of these funds."

"If I dared to transfer it to you, I reckon the next second, that 1.2 billion would be gone, and you would also be punished by the event organizing committee."

"Furthermore, we can't continue betting on this 1.2 billion."

"The bookmakers are already on their guard."

Lin Yi was already satisfied.

1.2 billion!
This is an astronomical figure that he never dared to imagine before.

Even without considering buying other high-value items.

Just using it for in-game purchases means acquiring at least an astronomical number of skill points!

One wave has already taken off!

"That's enough, it's far exceeded my expectations..."

"To be honest, I just wanted to make some money, but I never expected to make over a billion..."

Nangong Ling: "The odds are highest in the first round, then the odds drop sharply in the second round, while your opponent's odds are gradually increasing."

"Sigh, what a pity. If you hadn't already been targeted by the bookmakers behind the scenes, I could have made a fortune by betting on you again in the knockout stage."

"I need to figure out how to give you the 12 billion in your account in batches after the game ends."

"It makes it seem like I'm laundering money..."

"Alright, that's enough for now. Let's do our best tomorrow!"

Nangong Ling gave Lin Yi a fist bump as encouragement.

Lin Yi nodded.

……

the next day.

Penglai Island Central Arena.

After entering the fourth day of competition.

The number of spectators attending the game actually increased rather than decreased.

The number of online viewers has also exceeded ten million.

After all, the first three rounds don't involve elimination, they're just group assignments, so many people aren't interested.

Starting today, some people will actually be eliminated.

"Before the competition officially begins, please allow me to explain the rules of the knockout stage!"

"Today's matches are the first day of the knockout stage!"

"Middle-ranked players will face off against lower-ranked players!"

"Later, we will ask the 25 players in the middle group to choose their opponents according to the draw order!"

"They will be facing 50 people who, in the first three days of the competition, either had bad luck or were not strong enough, and fell into the lower group!"

"If a player from the lower group is unfortunately defeated again in a match against a player from the middle group."

"So their journey in the individual competition of this year's Summit Tournament has come to an end."

"disuse!"

"If a dark horse player emerges and defeats a mid-tier player from the lower tier, then he/she will get the chance to advance to the next round!"

"Yes, you heard right. Even if you win, you'll still be in the lower group, and you'll only be able to be ordered around by players from the middle and upper groups!"

"The middle-ranked players who lose will also be relegated to the lower-ranked group."

"Today's competition will eliminate 20 players from the lower group. Good luck!"

"Alright, that concludes the introduction to the competition format. Whether you understood it or not, just watch!"

"Now, please welcome our chief referee to the stage to draw lots and determine the order of appearance for the middle group contestants!"

Lin Yi stood at the back of the stage.

Among the "lower-ranking group" of people.

He could sense the resentment emanating from the entire status group.

This experience of being at someone else's mercy, having no rights whatsoever, and being ordered around by others is clearly terrible.

Everyone has self-respect.

This competition format has utterly trampled their self-esteem into the ground.

As the referee took the stage, and after a series of procedures witnessed by numerous notaries, the order finally began to scroll on the big screen.

Soon, a burly, dark-faced man with a full beard appeared in the first position.

Wow——!
The Curry Country team is waiting in line below.

A cheer erupted. Lin Yi looked closely and saw that the person who had been chosen to be the first to compete also had a joyful expression on his face.

Under this competition format, being the first to appear in a match means being able to pick the easiest opponent out of 50 weaker teams.

The advantages are naturally significant.

Soon, the schedule for today's 25 matches was finalized.

The 25 people in the middle group took the stage in the order drawn by lot.

"The first match is about to begin!"

"The first contestant in the middle group is Dijon from the Curry Country, and his profession is Warrior!"

"Dirjan, please choose your opponent!"

The host, A-Liang, handed the microphone to the burly man with dark skin.

Perhaps it's just that we're too close.

Soon, Ah Liang frowned slightly.

She pushed back awkwardly.

Because the body odor of this curry-loving Chinese is downright hellish.

However, the excited Dijon clearly did not notice the host's slightly impolite gesture, and instead looked through each person.

I spotted Lin Yi in the crowd.

Dijon held up one finger.

A sinister smile crept across his lips.

"I choose him!"

All eyes were on Lin Yi.

Instantly, the expressions of countless contestants and judges in the arena became quite interesting.

That was a gloating expression.

The captain of the prestigious Daxia team.

In the very first round of the knockout stage, he was surprisingly defeated by another nobody whose ranking wasn't even high within the Curry Nation team.

This is undoubtedly a disgrace.

The audience members of Daxia sitting in the stands.

Their expressions varied at this moment.

This must be the first time in recent decades.

They remained silent, but the audience in Curry Country went wild.

"It's so cold!"

"I'm playing in the mud in Northeast China!"

"Beep beep beep, tap tap tap!"

Some people have even started dancing and singing.

The taunt level is off the charts!

"Lin Yi! Go for it!"

"Lin Yi! Go for it!!"

In the audience, someone shouted out first.

Based on Lin Yi's previous performance, such cheers and encouragement should have been drowned out by boos.

But at this moment, he was being mocked face-to-face by viewers from the Curry Country.

The audience in Daxia spontaneously joined in the cheering.

Ten seconds later, the entire venue was filled with incredibly loud cheers!

The cheers and shouts were like a giant wave, completely drowning out the fancy singing and dancing.

It turned those curry-loving Chinese into clowns on a stage!

"Even though Lin Yi didn't perform well in the first three rounds, the audience in Daxia still gave him the warmest encouragement!"

"The people of Great Xia have always been of one mind!"

"Go for it, Lin Yi!"

The host, A-Liang, is also from Daxia, so his commentary should not be biased.

But the sight of more than 50,000 spectators cheering him on at that moment still moved him.

Lin Yi also heard the overwhelming sound.

He heard his name.

I also saw in the audience, in the Shenxiao group, a group of students were also red-faced and roaring.

Even Nangong Ling abandoned her reserve, straddling one leg on the audience platform and shouting loudly!

Lin Yi looked at Dijang, whose face had turned gloomy, and took a deep breath.

It might sell out in seconds.

Lin Yi felt he had let everyone down for cheering him on!

(End of this chapter)