After the initial few days set aside for the players' travel time, the Black Wind Martial World's First Martial Arts Tournament officially began today. The preliminary rounds in more than forty Black Wind Stronghold divisions launched almost simultaneously. Of the over three hundred thousand players spread across those divisions, more than two-thirds would be eliminated today.
Jiang Dali had not bothered to inquire into the specific tournament rules in detail.
He felt he already had enough troublesome matters demanding his attention. There was no need to worry about such trivialities.
Although the stronghold lacked any top-tier management talent capable of standing alone, it still had quite a few second-rate administrators. They were fully capable of devising reasonable rules and systems to ensure the competition proceeded fairly, impartially, and smoothly.
All Jiang Dali needed to do during this period was keep harvesting the leeks.
Thus, even after the tournament officially began, he did not personally go take a look. After confidently leaving the prison, he went down the mountain to meet the many applicants who had followed the summons and gathered in the Hall of Martial Discussion.
These people who had come to pledge allegiance were only a portion of the many who had recently arrived at Black Wind Stronghold. Most had gathered at Divine Iron City to await him.
After reviewing the roster submitted below, Jiang Dali became rather interested in several people on it, so he agreed to meet them personally.
Otherwise, so many experts joined the stronghold every day. If he had to meet every batch and every person, would he not have time for nothing else?
At that moment, this group of recruits had gathered within the Hall of Martial Discussion. Some sat with their eyes closed, resting in calm composure. Some leaned close to acquaintances, chatting