The martial arena was actually a three-dimensional triangular mirror of rippling light, about the size of a football field. It contained its own space, and the competitors would enter the mirror to fight. Thus, after they entered, spectators outside looking in seemed to see them shrink, when in fact it was merely the result of the space being refracted by the light mirror.
The competitors inside could likewise see what was happening outside, and could even see their own elders and masters. Yet the space within was unimaginably vast, so they could thrash about without a problem. This had also taken into consideration the feelings of both the spectators and the combatants.
Zhao Qian floated above the transparent triangular mirror and calmly recited the rules of the competition.
The rules were fairly simple. They were not as brutally straightforward as winning three matches to take the championship, but the points system was fair, and no one would lose the competition outright just because they encountered a bad matchup.
Of course, to prevent the disciples from chasing victory too aggressively and losing the atmosphere of harmony, the competition used the most advanced magical-power monitoring system developed by the Heaven Realm. If one's magical power consumption exceeded thirty percent of its peak, the system would automatically teleport that person out of the arena. Naturally, every team had to fight through the final match. That way, under the points system, every immortal on each team would fight three times. Even if they lost every match, their total expenditure would only amount to ninety percent, which would not be fatal. Thus, everyone could clearly accept it.
As for the scoring, the winner would receive three points, while the loser would receive one. Whoever had the highest score would take first place.
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