The quality of the treasure chests I open will always increase by 3.

"Candidate number 412, Yang Xuan, please enter battle room number 7."

The broadcast started.

Lin Yuan's spirits lifted, and he quickly went to watch the broadcast from room 7.

Almost simultaneously, two people entered the battle room. One was a burly young man carrying a long spear, while the other was much taller and slender, with a sword slung across his waist. He had an arrogant and domineering air about him; it was Yang Xuan.

You absolutely cannot lose!

Lin Yuan prayed silently.

"Battle begins."

At the referee's whistle, the two did not immediately start fighting.

Although the burly young man looked like a reckless brute, he was actually quite cautious. He circled the edge of the battle room, his gaze fixed intently on Yang Xuan, his large eyes gleaming.

Yang Xuan stood proudly in place, his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword, making a provocative gesture: "Go ahead, I'll try to finish you off in 10 seconds."

Such scenes and conversations were broadcast live and heard by everyone, prompting many to complain.

"Who is this Yang Xuan? He's so arrogant!"

"Hey, this guy's level 15, A-rank talent, do you think he won't be arrogant?"

"Damn, level 15?"

"Is this the true value of an A-level talent?"

"Is it a sure win?"

"No, no, no, you all look at who his opponent is!"

"Who do you know?"

"Sun Ping! You guys don't know Sun Ping? He's a genius at our school, also an A-level talent, but we don't know which level he is."

"Hey, A-rank versus A-rank, that'll be quite an exciting fight."

"Why haven't they started fighting yet?"

Lin Yuan felt a sudden tension; Yang Xuan's opponent was also an A-level talent?

Damn it, Yang Xuan, you absolutely must live up to my expectations and not lose, otherwise how can I kill you with my own hands?

Seeing how nervous he was even while watching a live battle broadcast, the people around him assumed that Lin Yuan and Yang Xuan were good friends, or even brothers. But since they were complete strangers, they naturally didn't go over to comfort him.

call out!

Inside the battle room, the gun-wielding teenager, Sun Ping, finally made his move.

He advanced steadily and cautiously towards Yang Xuan, each step landing with a force that felt like a heavy object hitting the ground, creating a sense of earth-shaking tremors.

Now, Yang Xuan had no choice but to show a solemn expression.

The boy in front of him gave him a strong sense of pressure.

Keep in mind that everyone is level 10 or above, so the only equipment they can wear is level 10 black iron armor. If the equipment is the same, the difference in level is actually very small – leveling up only increases the main attribute and constitution by a little bit each. Even between level 10 and level 19, the difference is still very small.

The key point is that everyone will transmog their equipment into ordinary clothing, so you can't tell how many pieces of equipment your opponent is wearing just by looking at them!

But Yang Xuan remained incredibly confident.

Because he was fully equipped with level 10 black iron armor, and even his weapon had been enhanced, although it only used silver-level essence cores. But you have to know that the weapon is the most important of all the equipment.

He didn't believe that Sun Ping's equipment could surpass his own!

He has A-level talent; there's absolutely no reason for him to lose.

With that thought, he let out a long roar and launched a surprise attack, thrusting his sword swiftly at Sun Ping.

Ding ding ding, the two immediately engaged in fierce combat.

Lin Yuan immediately deduced that Yang Xuan's attributes were superior, especially the sword in his hand. Every time it slashed, it would create a layer of white mist, causing Sun Ping's movements to falter. A level 10 black iron weapon would not have any special effects, so this weapon must have been enhanced.

In contrast, Sun Ping, who was not yet fully equipped with the Black Iron Armor, was clearly inferior in strength and speed. However, his combat talent was exceptionally high. Even as Yang Xuan's sword was barely raised, he had already anticipated the attack and compensated for his lack of attributes with superior combat skills.

This young man is very strong!

Yang Xuan was unable to defeat his opponent for a long time and seemed to be angry. Suddenly, he twirled his sword and thrust it out, the seven stars shining brightly.

The attack was swift and ruthless; Sun Ping couldn't react in time and was instantly slashed away, covered in blood.

The referee immediately said, "Candidate number 263, do you concede defeat and cease fighting?"

"No!" Sun Ping stood leaning on his spear, his expression calm, but the fighting spirit in his eyes was even stronger.

Yang Xuan strode towards Sun Ping. Now that Sun Ping had been severely injured, he was determined to press his advantage and secure victory.

Outside, many people exclaimed in surprise.

"I know the skill Yang Xuan just used, it was the Seven Star Slash!"

"A D-rank skill, you can buy it on the trading platform for at least 20 star coins."

"Seven Star Slash can deal 2.5 times the strength value in damage, which is much stronger than a normal D-rank skill. The downside is that it has a long cooldown time."

"What's the long cooldown? This skill can kill instantly!"

"I feel that only a C-rank is worthy of the power of this skill!"

"That Yang Xuanzhen is incredibly rich!"

"Indeed, he should be wearing a full set of black iron armor, and his weapon is even enhanced. Coupled with his D-rank skill, he only has a slight advantage. He's actually quite useless."

"But no matter how badly they play, they're still going to win."

"That's so unfair!"

"Yes, it's so unfair!"

Many students shook their heads because the vast majority of them came from ordinary backgrounds and were lucky to get a piece of equipment or a skill in the novice trial. How could they compare to a rich second-generation like Yang Xuan who was armed to the teeth?

In the battle room, Sun Ping suddenly charged forward and launched a counterattack!

He used the gun like a club, sweeping it across with the force of a thousand troops fleeing in terror.

Yang Xuan's expression changed drastically.

Unexpectedly, Sun Ping was not only able to fight back, but his counterattack was also so fierce!

He had thought that Sun Ping was severely injured and would have no power to resist, and that he could simply press his advantage to win. He never expected such a fierce attack to come, which caught him completely off guard.

In the rush, he had no choice but to parry with his sword.

Bang!

He was blasted away.

"Ugh!" Sun Ping coughed up mouthfuls of blood, his body swaying, and then he suddenly lay down on his back.

"Damn it! Damn it!" Yang Xuan got up from the ground and cursed loudly, feeling a strong sense of lingering fear.

If Sun Ping's strength attribute were a little higher... then he would be the one to lose.

If both of them faint, whoever faints first loses.

"Battle Room 7, Player 412, Yang Xuansheng."

call!

Yang Xuan in the battle room and Yang Bing watching from the sidelines both breathed a sigh of relief. What they didn't know was that Lin Yuan in the stadium also breathed a sigh of relief, looking like he had been given a huge weight off his shoulders.

Thank goodness, if Sun Ping had been any more aggressive, he wouldn't have run into Yang Xuan.

After waiting a while, he saw Han Ming come on stage.

With a full set of level 20 black iron armor, plus full-body enhancements, at least five or six high-level skills, and an SSS-level talent, how could she possibly lose?

As soon as the battle began, she disappeared into the shadows, and when she reappeared, the dagger in her hand was already at her opponent's neck.

It wasn't cut.

"In Battle Room 9, candidate number 222, Han Ming, has won."

Two hours later, the first round of elimination matches finally came to an end.

Continue with the draw.

This time, no one will be left out.

Lin Yuan stared intently at the electronic screen.

The draw is complete.

He found his name immediately.

Battle Room 3

Candidate No. 612, Lin Yuan, will face off against candidate No. 412, Yang Xuan!