After playing two rounds of Jing Fu with Wu Wu Kai and the others, the match was about to begin, so Jiang Siming temporarily left.
The fans all breathed a sigh of relief. He was finally returning to his proper work. If he kept playing, they were genuinely afraid he would lose track of time and be late for the match. That would be hilarious.
Just like in the first round, the list of 3,000 contestants was announced at the start.
Unlike before, the rankings had already been established this time.
They were ranked by points.
Jiang Siming was impressively in first place worldwide.
NO.1: Ming Nationality: CN Kills: 26 Points: 75 NO.2: Blackhawk Nationality: US Kills: 9 Points: 31
No. 3: Debutante
Nationality: JPN
Kills: 8
Points: 24 ```
The list clearly displayed every contestant's points and information.
When the Chinese audience saw this, they felt immensely proud. See that? Their Ming Shen was in first place—the Kill King of the previous round!
With 26 kills, he had nearly three times as many as the second-place player.
That number represented absolute strength.
As long as Ming Shen was there, the championship was secure.
After the list was displayed for a while, the rooms began to be assigned randomly!
There were thirty rooms in total. The assignments from the previous round no longer counted, and this time everyone would be matched with entirely new opponents.
Of course, with enough luck, they could still be assigned to opponents from the previous round.
Jiang Siming's name was assigned to Room Nine.
Without a second thought, they immediately switched the camera to Room Nine. Even though Room Nine had only three Chinese contestants, while neighboring Room Twenty-Four had more than a dozen.
They did not even consider it and