Knights descend upon Douluo Continent; death awaits if they do not fight.

Time flies.

It's already the third day since the game started.

The people of Douluo Continent gradually recovered from their initial shock.

Those who were supposed to be cultivating continued their cultivation, and those who were supposed to be living their lives continued their lives. Some people were even boasting in taverns, "If I were chosen, I would definitely show that Huang Fei what real combat is like."

Then, the rules came into play.

At noon, when the sun is at its strongest.

Seven black beams of light descended from the sky, piercing through rooftops, tree canopies, and all obstacles, landing in front of the seven people.

At the same moment, that cold voice resounded in the minds of all living beings.

"The first batch of selected individuals has been determined."

"Seven people."

"Survive for seven days, then you can return."

"You may choose to challenge the Throne Lord at any time."

"Succeed in the challenge, take its place, and gain everything."

"Failure to meet the challenge means utter death, and everything vanishes into thin air."

"Live broadcast throughout, witnessed by all."

"Game - Begin."

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The live stream footage appeared.

First place: Spirit Hall - Deacon

Matthew, 43 years old, is a steward of the Spirit Hall's Tian Dou City branch.

Level 62 Soul Emperor, Martial Soul: Iron-backed Azure Wolf.

He worked at the Spirit Hall for twenty-three years, climbing from a low-level Spirit Master to the position of Deacon. He did not rely on talent, but on being obedient, cautious, and never meddling in other people's business.

He was reviewing documents when the black light fell in front of him.

The light dissipated.

A black box the size of a palm floated in the air, with a ferocious white tiger head printed on the lid.

Matthew was stunned.

Then, that voice rang in his mind—

"You have been chosen."

"Enter the Knights' Arena within 24 hours."

"Failure to enter by the deadline will result in immediate death."

Matthew's hands began to tremble.

"No...no..."

He rushed out the door and ran towards the direction of the Papal Palace.

But he stopped after running only three steps.

Because he saw the scene in the sky.

he himself.

His face, his name, his martial spirit, his level—all were displayed on the huge live broadcast screen in the sky.

Throughout the entire Douluo Continent, everyone saw him running around like a headless fly.

The entire Douluo Continent is watching him.

Matthew's face drained of all color in an instant.

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Second place: Border Army General of the Heavenly Dou Empire

Huyan Zhan, 37 years old, is the deputy commander of the Northern Frontier Defense Army of the Tiandou Empire.

Level 68 Soul Emperor, Martial Soul: Crimson Flame Warhorse.

He fought on the border for fifteen years, killing no fewer than two hundred bandits, outlaws, and spies.

In northern Xinjiang, everyone knows the name "Crazy Huyan".

He was inspecting the city walls when the black light fell upon him.

He looked at the Knight Card Box floating in the air, then at his own face in the sky, and grinned.

"interesting."

He reached out and grasped the card case.

"I've been fighting for fifteen years, and I'm just looking for a place to stretch my muscles. That Huang Fei killed more than three thousand people? Fine, I'll go in and have a go at him."

The lieutenant cried out urgently, "General, you can't—"

"Shut up." Hu Yanzhan stuffed the card case into his pocket. "If I come back alive, I'll treat the brothers to drinks. If I die—"

He patted his deputy on the shoulder.

"Remember to burn paper money for me."

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Third place: Noble son of the Star Luo Empire

Ximen Yan, 22 years old, is the only son of the Marquis of Anbei in the Xingluo Empire.

Level 44 Soul Master, Martial Soul: Silver Moon Flying Eagle.

He was a typical aristocratic son—he grew up in luxury, his cultivation relied entirely on resources, and he had almost no real combat experience.

His favorite thing to do was to lead a group of cronies to bully commoner Soul Masters in the Soul Arena in the capital.

When the black light fell in front of him, he was in the Soul Arena, having just won a match that was by no means in doubt.

He stared at the card box in front of him, his smile freezing on his face.

"No...no..."

He looked up at the sky and saw his face appear on the live stream screen, seeing everyone in the entire Star Luo Empire watching him—

Including those people he usually bullies.

Including those who were his father's political enemies.

Including the girl he liked.

Ximen Yan's legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground.

"Father...Father, save me..."

In the sky, on his live stream screen, four large characters were written:

Level 44 - Soul Master

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Fourth place: Outer Sect Steward of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School

Ning Ruyu, 51 years old, is an outer sect steward of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Level 56 Support-type Soul Master, Martial Soul: Four Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

She did not inherit the complete Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul; she only inherited the fourth level.

This means something in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

They will never be able to enter the core, will always be relegated to peripheral work, and will always be inferior to others.

Moreover, the peak of Soul King is the limit; breaking through to Soul Emperor is almost impossible.

But she never complained.

She worked diligently and conscientiously in the outer sect for thirty years, treating all the young disciples as her own children.

She was distributing supplies to outer disciples when the black light fell in front of her.

She looked at the card box in front of her, then at her own face in the sky, a bitter smile appearing on her wrinkled face.

"Support class..."

She is a support class.

In a world where only one person can survive, support characters are doomed to die.

She turned around, looked at the terrified outer disciples, and smiled gently.

"It's okay, don't be afraid."

She gripped the card case.

"Go in and take a look. Maybe she'll come back alive and bring you some good things."

"To complete the incomplete martial spirit."

Nobody could laugh.

Because they all know it.

The probability of a support-type Soul Master entering the battlefield and returning alive is almost zero.

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Fifth place: Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan - Collateral Branch Disciple

Yu Cheng, 29 years old, is a collateral descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Level 51 Soul King, Martial Soul: Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex (incomplete).

His martial soul did not inherit the complete Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus bloodline, but only had partial dragon transformation ability.

In the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan, this means...

They will never be able to get into the core, will always be stuck doing low-level work, and will always be looked down upon.

But he never accepted his fate.

He worked harder than anyone else.

He gets up to practice before dawn every day and continues to practice even after everyone else has gone to sleep.

At the age of twenty-nine, relying on his incomplete martial spirit, he managed to reach level fifty-one.

He was cultivating alone on the back mountain when the black light fell in front of him.

He looked at the card box in front of him, then at his own face in the sky, and remained silent for a long time.

Then he smiled.

"Alright."

He gripped the card case.

"I've been looked down upon my whole life. If I go in and fight, even if I die, it will be worth it."

He looked up at the faintly visible knightly world in the sky.

"Huang Fei, is it? Just you wait. If I live for seven more days, I'll come and meet you."

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Those chosen were particularly interested in challenging Huang Fei, the guy sitting on the Knight's Throne.

However, what they didn't know was that they were about to be greeted by a very brutal world of killing.

It's not what they imagined at all.

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