Forty days passed in the blink of an eye.
Although the official 1v1 matches had begun a week after the preliminary rounds ended,
as the person with the highest score,
Ling Wuyuan possessed a basic privilege: he could take the field last.
Thus,
only today did Ling Wuyuan finally make his appearance.
By the way,
this situation immediately gave the second-place contestant the feeling that the sky was falling...
"Starting right off against Ling Wuyuan."
"How is that any different from getting sent to my death for a one-round exit?"
"No, bro, are you sure you want to do this to me?"
"I'm second place!!"
To be honest,
when faced with that match order,
though the second-place contestant said nothing,
his gaze laid bare every bit of his true thoughts, making the organizers instantly understand the bitterness and pain in his heart, along with that feeling of doubting his entire life...
Then, the organizers immediately felt terribly sorry for him and revised the rules on the spot, making the privilege of postponing one's match according to rank something that could be voluntarily waived.
Then, the third-place contestant, who had just been grinning happily, immediately felt the sky collapse as well and could only follow suit by giving up his ranking privilege...
In the end,
as the higher-ranked contestants chose, one after another, to voluntarily waive their ranking privileges, some hardheaded fellow ranked in the twenties still resolutely chose to clash head-on with Ling Wuyuan...
When the man slowly emerged from the pitch-dark passageway and entered the arena,
what came first was a wave of countless cheers.
Like surging tides.
In fact,
even before he had taken the stage,
countless spectators were already cheering and celebrating for him.
To put it bluntly,
setting aside everything else, in terms of courage