Sister Lin Is Leaving

A new day of competition began, and Chu Fei, along with everyone else, turned their attention to the matches.

To everyone's surprise, no one had recovered—not the contestants, at least. The staff had, and Chu Fei was not surprised!

It turned out that although all the contestants had eaten their fill the previous night, there had only been three Psionic Potions, and that was it. According to the organizers, this was to simulate actual combat. Anyone with complaints was free to leave; no one was being forced to stay.

Naturally, no one left. Everyone continued contributing inspiration to Chu Fei's cultivation.

Even if they lost and coasted through the entire match, each group could still split one million yuan. If they left, they would get nothing. Only an idiot would leave.

Thus, the audience collectively watched idiots today—one contestant after another made fools of themselves, and some truly began slacking off.

However, Chu Fei merely gave Bai Jie a few instructions. Bai Jie immediately announced loudly, "The competition is suspended. Two temporary reward rules are being added:

Rule one: fifty percent of Hundred Herbs Hall's share of the gambling proceeds will be distributed among all teams according to their number of victories. The more victories a team has, the larger its share.

Rule two: the on-site audience will vote 'for individuals,' and the remaining fifty percent of the proceeds will be distributed according to the proportion of votes received. To help everyone remember each person, contestants will be assigned numbers on the spot to wear on their backs, chests, or elsewhere. You do not have to wear one; no one will force you. But then don't expect any dividends."

Twenty minutes later, the competition resumed. Once the temporary rules were announced, the atmosphere changed abruptly.

The surrounding audience erupted in