What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

"Hey ho! These are chickens pecking at each other!"

In the front row of the stands, a middle-aged man wearing a baseball cap slapped his thigh, grinning from ear to ear, revealing his back teeth.

"Sure, there's a performance involved in this lottery!"

"Hey bro, what do you think? These two schools are worth checking out?"

"Dude, you didn't know this?"

The man in the baseball cap glanced at him sideways, tossed a peanut into his mouth, and chewed it with a crunching sound.

"Cangyun, Xiling, and the host Nanjiang—these three are notorious for being the worst off in our human race's twelve prefectures, known as the three bottom-ranked brothers!"

He pointed to the preparation areas on both sides of the arena below, spitting as he spoke.

"Just imagine, what if these pushovers were to draw lots against powerful families like Qinglan or Wuyue, or even worse, run into the Capital Martial Arts University?"

"Is there even a need to watch that? Either they'll be instantly killed, or they'll be so scared they'll surrender like Songtao Wuda just now!"

The man in the baseball cap shrugged and curled his lip.

"In that case, wouldn't we lose everything on those scalped tickets we bought at such a high price?"

The man in the short shirt slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing what had happened.

"That makes sense!"

"Watching a pro instantly defeat someone is for the awe-inspiring experience; watching noobs fight is just for fun!"

"These two are evenly matched, throwing punches wildly, they'll definitely fight for the whole game, it'll be worth the ticket price!"

Laughter filled the audience seats, and the air was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

At this time.

The atmosphere in the official preparation area of ​​Wuhan University in Nanjiang was strangely somber.

The boy who had previously mocked Cangyun Martial Arts University at the registration desk was now holding his head in his hands and pounding on the metal railing in front of him.

"Bang! Bang!"

He pounded his fist with gritted teeth, his face contorted in pain, looking utterly devastated and as if he had lost his parents.

Anyone who didn't know better, judging from his demeanor, would think that the opponent Nanjiang Martial Arts University had just drawn on the holographic screen was Shangjing Martial Arts University.

"Damn it! Those bastards from Xiling Martial Arts University are incredibly lucky!"

The boy spat and stared hatefully in the direction of Xiling Martial Arts University.

"The only truly easy target in the whole place, and they just picked him up so easily?"

The tall, thin teacher, Mr. Wu, standing next to him, also had his hands in his pockets and let out a long sigh.

He looked at the name of Cangyun Martial Arts University on the screen, a deep sense of regret flashing in his eyes.

Vice Principal Zhou Bin had used his connections with the Chamber of Commerce to pass on a message to the higher-ups in Nanjiang Prefecture.

We sold them so many strategic-level cultivation supplies at half price, with only one condition.

The goal is to severely suppress Cangyun Martial Arts University on the arena, making them lose as badly as possible, ideally humiliating the higher-ups of Cangyun Prefecture.

He who takes a bribe is beholden to it.

Nanjiang Martial Arts University was originally determined to use all their strength to defeat the Cangyun Martial Arts University team and improve their record on the arena.

The results of it?

The lottery machine is not cooperating.

Teacher Wu shrugged and gave a helpless smile.

"That's great, we don't have to do it ourselves."

He turned his head, looked at the group of Nanjiang students who were beating their chests and stamping their feet, and shrugged.

"You can't blame us for that; the people from Xiling Prefecture stole our job."

In stark contrast to the frustration of Nanjiang Wuda.

On the other side of the ring.

The preparation area of ​​Xiling Martial Arts University is filled with the festive atmosphere of Chinese New Year.

Fifty students dressed in khaki outfits high-fived and hugged each other, their smiles as bright as blooming chrysanthemums.

"Great smoke, guys!"

Xu Yuan, the captain of Xiling Martial Arts University, a stocky young man with a thick beard, was beaming with excitement.

He turned around abruptly, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and bowed deeply to President Li Shanshan, who had just pressed the lottery machine on the stage.

"President Li Shanshan, please accept my deepest respect! Your luck is simply divine!"

Xu Yuan's voice was filled with barely suppressed elation.

God knows how much agony he was going through as the lottery machine rolled.

As the team leader, he knew better than anyone else how capable Xiling Martial Arts School was.

In the entire team, only he and three other senior students had barely reached the third level of the Thousand-Pound Realm.

The remaining people were all from the Rock Realm.

They were already mentally prepared that if they were drawn against Qinglan, Wuyue, or even the slightly stronger Haichuan Wuda, they would simply go through the motions and then quickly pack up and go home.

Never expected it!

Happiness came so suddenly!

Cangyun Martial Arts University!

The undisputed number one in the human race for ten thousand years!

"It's like God didn't want Xiling Prefecture to be eliminated in the first round, so He just forced us to get a spot in the next round!"

Xu Yuan rubbed his hands together excitedly, his palms covered in sweat.

As long as they can get past Cangyun Martial Arts University, Xiling Prefecture will be able to advance to the next round. If they can bring back this result, their education funding next year will at least double!

"Captain! Captain! Look!"

A teammate excitedly ran over, grabbed Xu Yuan's sleeve tightly, and pointed to the Cangyun Martial Arts University's preparation area on the other side of the arena.

"Look over there! Those guys from Cangyun Martial Arts University seem to be panicking and starting to fight amongst themselves!"

Xu Yuan looked in the direction he was pointing.

really.

Even from across most of the venue, he could clearly see that the fifty students from Cangyun Martial Arts University were not waiting quietly to go on stage like the other teams.

They huddled together.

Some even drew half of their weapons and shouted something at their companions, their faces red and necks bulging.

Arms were waving wildly in the air, and several people even grabbed each other's collars, as if they were about to fight in their own battle zone at any moment.

Xu Yuan sneered and disdainfully adjusted his wrist guard.

"A bunch of rabble. With a formidable enemy at hand, instead of thinking about troop deployment, they panic. With this kind of quality, do they even deserve to participate in the competition?"

Xu Yuan turned his head, glanced at the team members behind him, and waved his hand with a heroic air.

"Guys! Get ready to warm up!"

"Once we're in the ring, go all out! Get all fifty of them down there within thirty minutes!"

however.

Xu Yuan was completely wrong.

An extremely heated argument did indeed break out in the preparation area of ​​Cangyun Martial Arts University.

But the core of this argument wasn't infighting caused by fear at all.

But -

Who's going to go first!