Clang!
A bell tolling from nowhere suddenly spread across the entire Top 100 Island. Its powerful soundwaves shattered the clouds overhead in an instant. The blazing sun hung like fire, and as its light fell upon the island, it seemed like clusters of flames.
Top 100 Island, already bustling to begin with, instantly erupted into a frenzy. Everyone knew that with the ringing of this bell, the contest for the Top 100 Ranking had begun.
Any young expert wishing to participate could register, receive their own numbered token, and then have their opponent determined according to that token.
Apart from the previous top hundred, who could receive byes as seeded contestants, everyone else had to fight match after match until they battled their way into the top hundred.
Although Ye Xiwen had once achieved the astonishing feat of slaying the Crocodile Crown Prince, he was not on the ranking, so he too had to fight his way up one match at a time like everyone else.
At the very center of Top 100 Island stood an enormous plaza. Looking out from afar, its boundaries could not be seen, while a vast tide of people poured in from all directions.
On the plaza, arena after arena stood tall, numbering in the hundreds—too many to count.
Around the plaza were rows upon rows of spectator stands extending deep into the clouds. Those layered spaces were countless in number, perhaps accommodating millions or even more spectators watching the battles. Ordinary space simply could not contain so many people at once.
The stands extending deep into the clouds were all pocket dimensions attached to the space of Top 100 Island, opened up by the predecessors of past generations. Back then, not so many people had paid attention to the contest for the Top 100