Top Eight to Top Four, Qiu Nar vs Hua Qiang

Beyond the Sea of Death, a giant screen suspended in the air continuously displays exciting battle scenes from the arena combat.

In the stands, team leaders from various countries and specially invited dignitaries clenched their fists, their tension and excitement palpable.

When the last battle in the arena ended, the giant screen displayed information about the contestants who had advanced to the top eight.

Number 1: Hua Qiang, China.

Number 2: John Truss, Eagle Country.

Number 3: Tiffany, Sili Country.

Number 4: Purr, Germany.

Number 5: Yokoyama Eiko, the Sakura Country.

Number 6: Mauritius, Grizzly Country

Number 7: Dune of Tang Jishaqiu, Portugal.

Number 8: Qiu Nar, Ao Country.

Amidst much anticipation, the list of the top eight has finally been released.

This result, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirred up a storm among the crowd.

Some people were overjoyed to see their own people on the list, as if they could already see glory and wealth beckoning to them.

Others, however, had furrowed brows and looked worried, their expressions of disappointment as if shrouded in dark clouds.

These eight outstanding individuals have achieved much more than just a simple ranking.

Besides the difference in their rankings, more importantly, they had already obtained the preliminary qualification to enter a mysterious place.

It is a place full of unknowns and opportunities, and a place that many people dream of visiting.

There lies unparalleled fortune, capable of transforming one into a god in a single step.

Of course, it could also be a step into the Abyss of hell, because the greater the hope, the greater the pain after failure.

But the significance of their competition for rankings goes far beyond that, because the corresponding resource rewards are no ordinary things; they are incredibly precious strategic resource mines!

These mineral resources are like keys to power for their respective countries, and their importance is self-evident.

However, another significant arrangement awaits these eight individuals. They are about to leave their familiar Blue Star and embark on a journey fraught with uncertainty.

During this period, they will seek their own destiny and improve their strength.

Whether they can return to their homeland, to this blue planet, is entirely up to fate and remains to be seen.

Just as everyone was immersed in speculation and contemplation about the future, a figure appeared before them like a ghost.

It turned out to be the host. Holding a microphone, she cleared her throat, and her melodious voice resonated throughout the venue.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I will now announce the schedule for the final match."

The entire venue fell silent instantly; everyone held their breath and stared intently at the host.

First, the eight people will draw lots.

The host continued, "After the draw, the competition rules are: number one will play against number eight, number two against number seven, number three against number six, and number four against number five. This will be the quarterfinals."

At this moment, the eight people present had different expressions.

Apart from Hua Qiang, everyone else had some kind of injury.

Some injuries were minor, just abrasions and bruises, but others were seriously injured, their faces as pale as paper, with large beads of sweat rolling down their foreheads, clearly indicating that they had experienced a brutal battle in the previous match.

Everyone's eyes involuntarily turned to Hua Qiang, their gazes filled with doubt and surprise.

This guy is like an oddball, completely out of sync with them.

They simply couldn't believe how Hua Qiang could maintain such a state of mind during such an intense and brutal competition.

His clothes were clean and tidy, without a single wrinkle, as if he had just put them on.

Looking at his face again, it was calm as still water, without a trace of fighting, not even a hint of fatigue.

Could it be...? A startling thought involuntarily surfaced in everyone's minds, and then their expressions changed drastically.

If things are really as they think, then winning first place in this competition is simply out of reach for them.

If you were to run into Hua Qiang in the competition, you would undoubtedly be crushed and ruthlessly eliminated from the final round.

The lottery process ended quickly.

Hua Qiang glanced at the slip of paper in his hand and couldn't help but chuckle.

It's number one! What a coincidence!

It seems he really has a special connection with the number "one". He's in ring number one, and he drew number one again in the draw. He even feels that the next number one will definitely be in his grasp.

Hua Qiang's lips curled up slightly, and he felt very pleased.

He wants to carry on with this "number one" to the end, making it a symbol of his brilliant achievements in this competition.

Qiu Nar stretched out his slightly trembling hand, unfolded the slip, and looked at the bright "Number Eight" on it. His heart clenched suddenly, as if it were being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand.

His gaze darted frantically back and forth between the people around him, trying to discern the whereabouts of the number one lottery ticket from their expressions.

His eyes were filled with tension and anticipation, like a lost person in the darkness longing to find a glimmer of light.

However, everyone just stood there quietly, their expressions varied, but none of them showed him the lot they held.

Qiu Nar gritted his teeth, feeling utterly helpless, and had no choice but to break the suffocating silence.

"I'm number eight. Which brother or sister drew number one?"

His voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly, which seemed particularly jarring in the quiet atmosphere.

Upon hearing his words, everyone was taken aback at first, then shook their heads. To Qiu Nar, the shaking of their heads seemed to move in slow motion, each shake feeling like a heavy blow to his heart.

He felt a chill shoot up from the soles of his feet, instantly enveloping his entire body, as if he had fallen into an icy Ice Grotto.

Then a thick layer of ice quickly formed on his body, rendering him unable to move.

He could even feel his blood stop flowing, his heart felt like it was being gripped by an icy hand, each beat became incredibly difficult, and his breathing became more and more rapid, as if it would stop completely at any moment.

"Why? Why me?" Qiu Nar cried out silently in his heart.

He felt incredibly unlucky; he was going to play in the very first match, and his opponent was likely to be Hua Qiang, who was as powerful as a nightmare.

He clearly remembered the scene when he saw Hua Qiang take action; it was nothing short of a one-sided massacre.

Countless Mutant Beasts surged forward, but Hua Qiang simply slapped them away with a wave of his hand, sending Mutant Beasts flying like ants. The image was deeply imprinted in his mind and could not be forgotten.

He couldn't understand why Hua Qiang was so powerful. His strength was beyond what a human could possess. He even suspected that Hua Qiang might have been Soul Seizure by Ancient Fierce Beast, which was why he had such terrifying strength.

Now, he was about to face such a terrifying opponent before the semifinals, and he felt that he had no chance of winning at all. His dream of reaching the semifinals began to shatter like a bubble at this moment.