Those who reincarnate must die.

"Well..." After reviewing the rules, Elder Wei, who was in charge, sighed, "What are your thoughts?"

"The main problem is grouping us!" At this point, Wang Defa stepped forward: "How should we divide us?"

"Well... it's usually divided equally, right..." The muscular woman shrugged. "What else?"

"Then we're doomed!" Wang Defa pushed up his glasses.

"Think about it carefully. The core of the strategy is actually for one side to win the championship as quickly as possible and then go to support the other side! So here's the problem..."

As he spoke, the guy pulled out a calculator and started clicking away on it:

"Because of the rules, one team will definitely be eliminated in each match. Ultimately, eleven teams will be eliminated to determine the champion. Without considering avoiding matches, there are a total of eleven matches. If we want to win the championship, according to probability, we'll participate in 206 battles, which is approximately four matches, and we must win them all!"

"So, if the teams are evenly divided, can a team of five or six people guarantee winning four matches? What if our opponents, at Altar 914, didn't distribute the loot evenly? What are our chances of winning against seven opponents with only five people?"

"But nobody knows what's going on with the other teams, right?" A young, silver-haired girl pouted. "Then what do you suggest we do?"

"Faced with this situation, we have no choice but to divide into the most extreme groups!" Wang Defa chuckled. "One person in one group, and the rest of the people in the other group!"

"What?!" The others were shocked. "How is this possible? Everyone here would die before even finishing a single match!"

"So the main tactic is for the main force to finish the battle at full speed and rush to support that one person!"

Wang Defa's gaze swept over the crowd:

"As for that one person, one thing is luck. In the first match, it's two out of twelve, so the probability is only one in six. They shouldn't be chosen yet, but as the number of teams decreases, the probability of being chosen will increase, and sooner or later they won't escape it... The second thing is that this person needs to have strong survivability. Once chosen, they should try to stall for time as much as possible. It would be best if they had some kind of invisibility, flight, or teleportation ability... If they can hold out, they might be able to survive until another group comes to support them!"

As he spoke, the guy pointed to the note at the bottom of the mission description: "Look at this, if you win the championship, you can immediately join the same team in another arena, and even interrupt their ongoing competition! Why have this rule? Isn't it just serving the tactic I mentioned?"

Hearing him say this, everyone looked at each other and actually thought there was some truth to it...

"That's certainly true..." A middle-aged man who looked refined nodded. "And I suspect the other side will use similar tactics!"

"Not just an estimate, it's a certainty!" the muscular woman scoffed. "Those inhuman wanted criminals, five centuries have passed, they've probably got new thousand-point guards by now. They ganged up on the newbies and put them in a solo team without a shred of remorse!"

"And what about us?" the tall, burly man frowned. "Who should we send?"

At this moment, a woman in her thirties with long, flowing hair and a somewhat gloomy demeanor trembled: "Being able to become invisible, being able to teleport...you must be talking about me...I'm no good, I'm just a support/guerrilla fighter, fighting alone, I'm sure I'll die..."

"Hey, I didn't say you had to go! How many enhancements do you even have?"

Everyone was chiming in with their opinions, and then someone raised their hand: "I'll go!"

Upon closer inspection, everyone recognized the mysterious hunter who had suddenly appeared.

"You?" Old Wei asked with some doubt.

"You never trusted me anyway," Zhang Lang shrugged. "Isn't it perfect that I'm in my own group?"

"Although we don't trust you, we won't force you to your death!" Old Wei frowned and said, "We'll discuss this matter further!"

"There's no time!" Zhang Lang pointed to the countdown timer. "We've only given you ten minutes to divide into groups for consideration, and then we have to do pre-battle preparations. How long do you plan to keep discussing?"

"This wasn't something you forced me to do; it was my own choice. Do you understand?"

As he spoke, Zhang Lang stood directly on the light block in the North Zone.

Seeing his determination, the others at Altar 641 naturally had no objections, especially the timid woman: "He's willing, so let it be!"

In the end, the others stood on another sign, and the group was successfully formed...

Only Zhang Lang went to the North Arena; everyone else went to the South Arena!

However, Elder Wei stated that they would definitely defeat their opponent as soon as possible, win the championship, and then go to support him. Zhang Lang simply nodded in response, offering no reply…

Next came the pre-battle preparation phase. Zhang Lang was wearing that black leather jacket and Ghost Bear suit.

It must be said that these clothes, which have been evolved by the altar, are indeed convenient. You can wear them during the day, take them off at night, hang them up, and they'll be as good as new the next day. No need to wash them, and they're especially durable, so you almost don't have to worry about them getting damaged.

The only weapons available were Tiger Roar and ammunition pouches.

As for the remaining 600-plus points, I looked at the list of standard level 4 weapons.

As expected of level 4 weapons, even the most basic ones are gauss rifles, with muzzle velocities starting at five times the speed of sound, significantly more powerful than level 3 gunpowder rifles. Alternatively, they might be heavier versions of level 3 weapons, such as individual rocket launchers.

As for others, there are many more, such as plasma grenades, laser guns, plasma beam swords, powered exoskeletons, and shield belts... You can even find sci-fi versions of demon-slaying artifacts, such as liquid metal swords that can simulate peach wood...

Honestly, a level 4 weapon, even without any special effects or skills, is likely stronger than many sword enhancements obtained through thousand-point exchanges, as long as it can be used in lower-level worlds. The problem is that this kind of equipment has too many limitations and too few opportunities to be used…

Of course, if you can draw a sword enhancement based on a level 4 or even level 5 weapon, and then lower the requirement by one or two levels and add some special effects, that would be a real killer weapon!

Zhang Lang flipped through the list but didn't see anything useful to exchange; it all seemed less comfortable than his original abilities. As for supplies, he only needed military rations, and he still had some left.

After looking around, I only redeemed a magnetic gun. This thing fires projectiles similar to harpoons, but with strong penetrating power. Once inside the body, barbs pop out, and then the strong magnet attracts the target towards the gun... Of course, if the person wielding the gun isn't heavy enough, they might be pulled in instead!

These items cost Zhang Lang a little over a hundred, leaving him with less than six hundred. Just then, someone approached him:

"Hey bro, got some extra points you don't know what to do with?"

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