The third round of screening had ended. Based on their scores, nearly nine hundred official team members and two hundred reserves had been selected. Ling Tian and the others had no objections to the Heavenly Lords' arrangements, and they discussed how to choose people suited to their team.
There were still more than a thousand years before the battle between realms. Plenty could change in that time, so the Heavenly Lord-level beings weren't in a hurry to settle on all one thousand candidates. Leaving more than a hundred spots open was also a kind of enticement—it would spur the cultivators to train harder, and a thousand years later, the strongest could be selected to join.
As they were discussing this, Kong Yuan looked toward the arena and spoke loudly. "For the next thousand years, the nearly nine hundred official team members will receive our special attention and training, as will the two hundred reserves. The others will have a chance, too. As long as you can defeat a hundred official team members, you'll be eligible to take part in the future battle between realms."
"Defeat a hundred official team members?" Silver Fox froze for a moment, then gave a bitter smile. "Doesn't that mean we could be challenged, too? What a nuisance."
"Haha, it's also meant to put some pressure on us, so we don't slack off over the next thousand years." Ling Tian laughed heartily and looked at everyone. "Everyone, train hard. A thousand years from now, we'll fight side by side."
"Exactly. The more people who come to challenge us, the better." Mo Yan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at Kuang Ao. "Kuang Ao, how about we spar every day for the next thousand years?"
"I'd be delighted!" Kuang Ao's reply was brief, but he was