Throne of Seals: White Tiger's Power Lock, I am the God of War

Chapter 17, the main competition begins, featuring a match against Chen Ying'er.

[Just a quick note: the original game had monsters with levels one through ten. I forgot about that before, but I've corrected it here.]

In terms of combat power, both professional players and demons are ranked one level lower in the game.

"It seems we're not together." Wang Yuanyuan's pretty face showed a hint of disappointment when she saw Feng Yao's number.

She still wanted to stay with Feng Yao.

"I'll be done soon." Feng Yao stroked her hair and then walked towards the warrior's training ground.

Clearly, his appearance had some butterfly effects, namely, he became the third person in the group.

The others looked grim when they heard the names Warrior One, Soul One, and Knight Ninety-Seven.

Those present were all elites of the younger generation from their respective halls, and naturally, each had a mentor behind them.

Leaving aside Knight 97, Warrior 1 and Soul 1 are two freaks who are extremely troublesome.

One easily defeated a fellow fifth-tier warrior, while the other summoned an eighth-tier magical beast.

Soon, the third group arrived at the warrior training ground with trepidation.

Feng Yao stood calmly in the front row, unlike the others, appearing completely at ease.

The order of the matches was determined by drawing lots again.

The group stage will last for nine days, with five matches each day. The ten participants will fight against each other.

The final rankings are calculated based on the number of wins.

The top two teams advance, and the third-placed team also has a chance to advance if it has a high enough number of wins.

Since it's a round-robin tournament, the draw isn't very important.

After a simple draw, the first match of the final stage began.

The final round of the Demon Hunter Challenge was even more deserted than the preliminary rounds, with only the staff from the six major temples remaining on the podium to ensure the fairness and impartiality of the competition.

Most of them were deputy hall masters of their respective halls.

Upon seeing the order of the matches, Feng Yao shook his head slightly.

It seems that if I really replace the original ranking, I probably won't be able to get through it anytime soon.

"Match 1, Long Haochen vs. Xing Xuan. He's going to play."

All the referees in the final stage were seventh-tier powerhouses, and the one standing in the center of the arena was naturally the seventh-tier War King of the Warrior Temple.

The referee read out the names of the players in the first match.

The slender assassins, Xingxuan and Long Haochen, slowly drew their weapons and entered the arena.

"Because the competition venue is not suitable for assassins to perform well, four pillars will be raised in the venue to cover their figures and ensure the fairness of the competition."

The mechanism was activated, and thick stone pillars slowly rose from the ground with a creaking sound, continuing to rise until they reached a height of five zhang (approximately 10 meters) before stopping.

"It's a bit redundant, but it's effective against fourth-tier assassins," Feng Yao commented casually.

To be honest, not every assassin can be like Saint Cher, able to break through knights and warriors head-on.

However, there have only been two Reincarnation Bodies in the past thousand years, so they cannot be regarded as ordinary assassins.

"Game start."

Accompanied by a loud shout from the referee.

Feng Yao slowly turned his gaze to the two people on the competition field.

The assassin Xingxuan instantly retreated, transforming into a black shadow and disappearing behind a pillar.

Clearly, the other party is aware of their own strengths and weaknesses.

Long Haochen stood still and activated his knight skill—Charge.

The hidden assassin, Xingxuan, also possessed extremely sharp senses. He reacted instantly, leaping into the air and activating his special equipment—the Wind Wings—to gracefully fly over.

Long Haochen was clearly no easy opponent; even while maintaining a poised stance, he still managed to block Xingxuan's throat-slitting attack.

Then came a shield block followed by a thrust.

With just two moves, Xingxuan was forced to hide behind a pillar.

"The outcome is decided," Feng Yao murmured to himself.

At this moment, the assassin Xingxuan had no chance at all. With his accumulated power and fifth-level cultivation, Long Haochen was already in an invincible position.

As expected, two minutes later, Long Haochen used his lock-on and Holy Sword to leave Xingxuan with no way to avoid it.

However, this was still a competition, and Long Haochen's attack went astray, carving out a massive three-zhang-long trench. "Long Haochen wins." The referee announced the result while looking at Long Haochen with surprise.

Even this seventh-tier expert was surprised that the opponent actually possessed the sixth-tier skill, Lock-on.

In the second match, Wang Yuanyuan, who was supposed to face Chen Ying'er, was replaced by Feng Yao.

This is the butterfly effect of Wang Yuanyuan's advance five levels. Feng Yao, on the other hand, hopes that the other party will summon a big guy.

Let's stop being little lambs.

"Feng Yao, Chen Ying'er, is here to compete."

Upon hearing the name, Long Haochen, who was about to leave, immediately stopped and looked at the two people heading towards the competition venue.

A cold and aloof silver-haired boy battles a petite and delicate pink-haired loli.

It seems like there's no suspense at all, but these two are the number one contestants in their respective temples, and their strength should not be underestimated.

"Snapped!"

The wind blew with tremendous force as it landed on the competition field, causing the ground to tremble.

Seeing this, Chen Ying'er on the other side also had a hint of worry in her eyes.

"Soul Number One, right? I'll give you a chance to summon it later. I hope you'll seize it," Feng Yao said calmly.

Although Chen Ying'er wanted to refute, she hesitated because she felt the pressure from Feng Yao.

"The match begins." The referee announced, then stepped back.

Feng Yao stood with his arms crossed, clearly waiting for the other party to summon him.

He neither deigned to nor needed to strike first.

Faced with Feng Yao's reaction, Chen Ying'er made a heart-holding gesture with both hands, and a huge crystal ball appeared in her hands.

A soft, pale blue light emanated from the crystal ball.

Suddenly, a pale blue six-pointed star appeared on the ground in front of her.

The spiritual energy fluctuations were gentle from beginning to end, but Chen Ying'er's face turned pale the moment the magic array appeared.

Immediately afterwards, a large door slowly rose from the six-pointed star.

It was an extremely magnificent gate, two zhang wide and more than four zhang high. When it rose from the ground, it seemed as if countless lights and shadows were leaping about.

Various strange sounds also rang out, as if the sounds of countless magical beasts were echoing in the trial grounds.

Around the magnificent gate were countless carvings, which seemed to depict magical beasts.

"The Gate of Life?"

The referee, standing not far away, almost blurted it out, his eyes filled with shock.

"As expected, this Soul Number One is the one that summoned the level eight magical beast, the three-headed hellhound!"

"So, does that mean Warrior One is going to lose?"

"If we don't stop it, that's probably going to happen."

"..."

The athletes in the audience were buzzing with discussion.

As the saying goes, the pinker the hair, the fiercer the fight. And here comes a truly formidable opponent—a level eight Warcraft player!

"Summoning all things to one's own use—isn't that a skill only an eighth-tier Spirit Emperor can use?"

The high-ranking officials in charge of oversight looked at the representatives of the Soul Temple, even though they were in the Alliance Executive Government.

However, there are also scenes playing simultaneously here.

“Uh…” The representative of the Soul Temple stammered and remained silent.

"Tch," Ren Wokuang said irritably.

The others also found it boring.

Feng Yao still showed no intention of making a move, calmly watching Chen Ying'er summon her magical beast companions.

There is pressure from the Gate of Life, but not much.

"Open the gates of life. All spirits, heed my call, return, my companions."

Chen Ying'er's clear voice rang out in the center of the trial field.

(End of this chapter)