"This."
A group of people sat in their own viewing pods, looking at one another in bewilderment. For a moment, none of them knew what to say.
As one of the heroes who had once protected the world, Old Luweis naturally commanded immense authority. But what he had said was precisely something that seemed rather unlikely. People were inherently biased. Even those old fogeys as impartial as machines would often, inadvertently, favor one side in their hearts.
The divide between rich and poor, and the conflict between those above and below, were problems no civilization could solve!
The key was that the other side had not revealed anything about the assault team's identity. If the team was not to be made up of instructors from various academies, then were they supposed to use gods or other high-ranking political officials?
That would be even more absurd. The interests involved would probably be even greater, and there might even be a hidden agenda. No one wanted to see that.
"What about the Third Round?" a reporter in front of the stage asked curiously.
"The Third Round will be announced after the Second Round draws to a close!" Old Luweis said with a beaming smile. "I won't keep everyone from the long-awaited competition any longer. All academy team members, please take your equipment and enter the teleportation waiting hall. In half an hour, you'll be directly projected into the first competition stage. After the projection, all viewers will also be able to see the projection status of the team in the hall region you selected. Each of the five major regions has two areas. Ordinary halls can only choose which area's live proceedings to watch at the beginning, and professional directors will present you with exciting footage of the competition. VIP halls can