1560 I Want to Fight Seventeen at Once! (2)
However, w.a.n.g Teng’s inspection showed that there was nothing wrong with any partic.i.p.ant.
The only person he couldn’t see through was the Crown Prince. There seemed to be a layer of mist covering him up, just like the one used by the invigilators from the Seven Stellar Academies.
Could the Crown Prince be of mixed blood?
He shook his head and smiled. The thought was a little absurd.
Just then, a voice resounded, coming from the light sphere above the arena.
!!
The young hero had already become familiar with the invigilators. So, he realized that the sphere’s voice didn’t belong to any of them.
“For the top ten battles, each candidate will have to fight with the other seventeen candidates. You’ll be ranked based on the number of your victories.
“Please choose your order of appearance now.”
Everyone was stunned.
The final round seemed a little… random.
There was nothing wrong with using the number of wins as a parameter. After all, the ranking of every person was closely related to his or her opponent in this advanced part of the compet.i.tion.
It wouldn’t be fair if they didn’t use this method to battle it out.
However, what did the voice mean by ‘choose your order of appearance”?
Why does it sound like a casual gang fight?
The Second Prince, Ji Haochen, and the others were stunned; they exchanged confused glances.
“The top ten battles are like this? Why are there no arrangements?”
“This feels like child’s play.”
“The rules are a little strange.”
“Every warrior has to fight with the other seventeen candidates? This round seems difficult.”
“It’s easy to tell who is stronger when the battle gets tougher.”
“The final winner must be a scary fighter.”
“I wonder how many matches one has to win to become number one?”
“Let’s do it. Everyone, place your bets!”
“I bet on w.a.n.g Teng with sixteen matches.”
“I bet on w.a.n.g Teng too, but I think thirteen matches are enough. After all, this is a round robin match; the candidates will tire out as the matches progress.”
“Makes sense. I’m voting for the Crown Prince. I feel that he hasn’t released all his strength, so he might get first place in the end. I bet he’ll do it in fifteen matches.”
…
Many discussions appeared on the live chat platform. The crowd chatted happily, discussing who would be the victor, as well as the number of matches needed to achieve it.
It had to be noted, everyone had high expectations for the first place holder. As for the ones who claimed second place and third, there wasn’t much discussion about them.
Even so, the fight for first place was mostly between w.a.n.g Teng and the Crown Prince. More and more people supported the young earthling now, but there was still a portion who staunchly believed that the lofty n.o.ble still had a shot at it. There was a belief that the latter had yet to unleash his full strength.
Such uncertainty made the match more entertaining.
None of the candidates stepped forth, so w.a.n.g Teng chose to speak up.
“Who wants to be first?”
There was no reply; none of them wanted to be the first to go. Based on the rules set, the first one would be at a disadvantage.
“Since no one wants to be first, I’ll be the one,” the young hero said calmly, ending with a smile.
Everyone was surprised, not expecting him to step up and decide to be the first. Is he really that confident?
The calmer and more confident he looked, the others became more serious.
Not even the Crown Prince wanted to be first. This went to show he wasn’t confident of winning with such a mechanism.
However, w.a.n.g Teng did it without any hesitation…
However, the latter had spoken, so they readily acquiesced. The rest of the candidates retreated.
Strachey, Gaunt, and the others sneered, feeling that their nemesis was overestimating himself, probably digging an early grave.
Such a development made them happy. They would laugh in their dreams if w.a.n.g Teng ended up with a bad ranking.
The young hero didn’t know, nor did he care what they were thinking. He turned to the light sphere and posed, “Can I ask a question?”
Everyone was stunned, wondering what his plans were, to require making a question.
“Ask!” replied the anonymous voice in the light sphere.
“Erm…” w.a.n.g Teng felt a little embarra.s.sed. He glanced around before continuing, “Can I fight with seventeen people at once?”
The light sphere: …
The candidates: ???
There was silence for a moment. Everyone stared at him in astonishment, wondering if they had misheard.
Gasp!
The silence was then followed by an uproar.
“What did w.a.n.g Teng just say?”
“He wants to fight seventeen people at once?”
“Did I hear it right? Someone, slap me; I think there’s something wrong with my ears.”
“You’re right, he did say that. Oh my G.o.d, is w.a.n.g Teng crazy?”
“All the warriors who made it this far are powerful and talented. Isn’t he a little overconfident?”
“That’s unimaginable. Seventeen candidates at once? How is he supposed to fight?”
“No! You’re digging your own grave!”
“There’s a high chance you’ll win it all. Don’t crush it on your own.”