Just as Ling Wuyuan was chatting idly with others,
As the host of the [Yuting Martial Arts Tournament], the [current City Lord] of [Tianji City], and one of the most powerful figures in the entire [Silver Mist Sea Domain], Chen Ye stood high above and loudly announced to everyone:
"First, we must congratulate every contestant who successfully passed the preliminaries. Everyone has witnessed the effort they put in during this time. Those were genuine high-intensity battles, and the myriad exquisitely brilliant ultimate arts were truly dazzling beyond measure. And then—"
At the same time.
Before everyone's eyes.
A massive screen of light slowly appeared in the cloud-filled sky.
It clearly marked every contestant who had been eliminated, as well as every contestant who had successfully passed the preliminaries.
Among them.
The most eye-catching name was Ling Wuyuan's, positioned at the very top of the list!!
After all, his score was unquestionably the highest.
It was not that he had deliberately targeted the other contestants.
It was simply that the aftermath of his attacks, directly or indirectly, had eliminated many contestants. It was not score-farming, yet it was better than score-farming.
Even Ling Wuyuan himself felt somewhat speechless about it.
One had to understand.
From beginning to end, he had barely moved at all. He had essentially remained fixed in the same area, like some special BOSS with a designated range of activity.
Yet even so.
He had still taken first place.
By using AOE attacks to catch all sorts of small fry in the blast radius.
This situation.
Directly demonstrated that the gap between his strength and everyone else's was truly too vast to measure—
Even Chen Ye, as the organizer, found the situation deeply speechless.
He had never imagined things could develop in such a bizarre fashion.
Too lazy