As soon as God King Juyuan finished speaking, the gazes of the experts present fell upon a slightly plump, red-skinned old man in white robes and a blood-eyed youth with a curved horn on his head, clad in strange armor formed from black feathers.
Wang Yi's eyes flickered, while the blood-robed youth's expression changed slightly as he looked at his opponent.
Discussion broke out in the great hall.
"Two people actually tied?"
"Still, according to the rules, even if they received the same number of votes, only one can enter."
"Let's see how they handle it. Will it be the same as in previous years?"
God King Juyuan seemed to have anticipated this situation long ago. He said calmly, "Crimson Gourd Daoist, Marquis Nandou, you have received the same number of votes. But only one of you may enter. If neither of you withdraws, then according to the rules of my Great Yue Kingdom, you must determine the winner through a contest."
"A contest?" Wang Yi's expression remained unchanged. He had studied the information on the Great Yue Kingdom's Sumeru World beforehand, and he knew that during the Great Yue Kingdom's annual selection of slots, there could be cases where two potential candidates received the same number of votes.
If it was not for the final position, it was fine. One of them could simply be moved back in the order, since there were still slots available.
But for the final slot, where only one person could enter, then according to the Great Yue Kingdom's tradition of valuing martial prowess, they could only settle victory and defeat through battle. Defeat the competitor, and the slot would naturally be yours.
What choice did Wang Yi have? Refusing to fight meant giving up.
Naturally, Marquis Nandou was unwilling to give up as