Those who reincarnate must die.

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"To the audience here, and to those around the world watching the broadcast on television, on their phones, or using brain-computer interfaces, the 12th World's Number One Fighting Tournament, which you've been anticipating for five years, is about to begin! I'm your host, Coco, and it's a pleasure to host this grand event for you!"

As a scantily clad, curvaceous purple-haired girl appeared, the venue erupted in thunderous cheers.

This is the main arena on the top floor of the Central Arena in Competition City, the most luxurious and largest arena in the entire city. After a night of repairs, the contestants of the Supernova Tournament are about to engage in their final battle here!

All eyes were on the beautiful and sexy Coco in the center of the venue. As the host of such a grand event, Coco was no ordinary person. She was very popular in the city of competition and even the world, with countless fans. Many of the audience members were not there for the competition, but to see their idol.

Despite her young age, Coco is already a seasoned host. Facing the gaze of the crowd, she became increasingly excited as she introduced the rules of the competition, seemingly unintentionally showcasing her charm with every gesture, pushing the atmosphere of the scene to a climax.

"Alright, now that the rules have been explained, let's welcome the main characters of this tournament: the sixty-four contestants selected from around the world!"

As Coco introduced the event, sixty-four small doors opened around the venue, and a contestant walked out from each door.

They walked into the venue together and stood next to Coco.

"Wow, even before they've faced off, Coco can already feel the killing intent emanating from the contestants!" The host's gaze swept over all the contestants: "This is truly an amazing experience. I'm sure they'll deliver an unprecedented audio-visual feast!"

"But before that, we still need to determine the order of appearance!" With that, Coco snapped her fingers, and a floating control panel fell from the air.

"Now, please take turns drawing lots to determine the order of the matches!"

The contestants stepped forward one by one to draw lots, but some watched from the back.

"In the second stage of the competition, as long as you make it to the top four, you've passed. To some extent, having a good draw is more important than having strong skills," Old Wu said, rubbing his chin.

"What, you want to take advantage of the altar?" Zep sneered.

"If only I could get through..." Old Wu shook his head. "If only I could bring Lan Qi's lucky necklace with me. With that, I'm sure I could draw a very auspicious fortune."

"Fate has already been decided." Soros continued fiddling with the cards. "Even a lucky necklace is just a link in the chain of destiny."

"Stop thinking about useless things!" It was Shen Liangyue who spoke. She had already finished drawing her number and returned; it was number forty-five.

"No matter when, strength is the only true measure of success."

"But the strongest one among us hasn't made a move yet." As he spoke, Old Wu glanced at Zhang Lang in the distance.

Although they all belonged to the Shen clan, Zhang Lang's overwhelming strength and unsociable demeanor made everyone keep their distance from him, especially Old Wu, who witnessed him brutally killing Luo Wei and basically dared not appear in front of Zhang Lang.

At this moment, Zhang Lang was standing on the outermost edge of the crowd, arms crossed, watching the contestants draw lots one by one.

"What is he waiting for?" Alicia asked, somewhat puzzled. "The other five-stars are all full of confidence and went straight to drawing lots. Why is he so hesitant?"

"The hunter isn't afraid at all!" Ning Chengyu, who had just returned from drawing lots, retorted. "He must have some deeper meaning behind what he did!"

In fact, Ning Chengyu was wrong. Zhang Lang didn't mean anything by it; he was simply too lazy to move.

For him, it didn't matter whether he drew a ticket early or late. Even if he didn't draw, he would still have one left for himself, so there was no need to compete for who drew first.

He looked at the different races who were drawing lots one by one, feeling as if he were looking at pieces of meat on a chopping board.

Who would compete with the ingredients for space?

Soon, everyone had finished drawing lots, and coincidentally, the last one left was number one.

This is Zhang Lang's number.

All the contestants' images and numbers were displayed in 3D above the arena, so that every spectator could see them clearly.

"Alright, contestants number one and two, please remain on the field. The rest of you may go to the waiting area to watch!"

After saying that, Coco stood on the control panel and floated up to the commentary booth at the edge of the venue. There were three other people there besides him.

"While the contestants are preparing, I'd like to introduce our guest commentators!" Coco pointed to a thin, bespectacled man: "First, we have Dr. Matsumoto Mamoru, the chief researcher at the City of Creation's Gene Research Institute and an expert in genetic modification!"

The bespectacled man stood up and waved to the audience. Many viewers recognized him; through genetic modification technology, he had greatly enhanced various human functions, and it could be said that the modified humans in the City of Creation were the product of his research.

Then, Coco pointed to a short-haired woman in her thirties: "This is Dr. Lisa, the head of the weapons development team at Infinite City and one of the world's leading weapons experts!"

Finally, Coco pointed to a man in his fifties, somewhat balding: "This last one is Professor Yang Libo, a leading figure in the world of electroneurology and an authority in the field of prosthetic modification!"

Professor Yang seemed to be more famous than the previous two, and when he was introduced, the audience erupted in particularly enthusiastic applause.

"Behind our three guests is our judging panel!" After the applause subsided, Coco continued, "Here are thirty top-tier martial arts fighters from around the world serving as judges for this competition. Please give them a warm round of applause!"

Seated on the judging panel were fifteen altar masters from various major races and their followers, including Wang Defa.

After all the guests and judges were introduced, the contestants had left the competition venue and gone to the spectator seats. Only Zhang Lang and contestant number two remained in the center of the venue.

This is a member of the Hai tribe, tall and stout, with two fangs protruding from his lips and two nostrils pointing forward. He grunts and makes a lot of noise, looking very fierce.

Having seen so many different races, Zhang Lang had roughly figured out what was going on. Although they all evolved from different species, since they had all evolved intelligence, they had many similarities in their physical structure.

For example, most animals have a large brain capacity and relatively flexible hands. In order to free up their hands, they generally maintain an upright walking posture. In addition, in order to adapt to complex language, they have evolved flexible lips and tongues. As food has become more refined, their snouts have also been shortened. Simply put, their faces have become flatter.

For example, this Hai tribesman in front of him, in Zhang Lang's view, was more like a human with pig-like elements than a pig-headed person. But precisely because of this, under the influence of the uncanny valley effect, this Hai tribesman looked particularly repulsive.

"My name is Hulaum," the Hai tribesman introduced himself. "I know you. You're the five-star from the Shen tribe, right? It's really infuriating that someone like you can barely pass the mark and still be rated five stars, while I can only manage four... Today, I'm going to use this competition to prove to everyone that the altar's star rating isn't absolute!"

---Aside---

Many thanks to Mr. Zhiwu for the 1500 Qidian coins!