Late at night, countless natives had long since fallen asleep.
The Ninth-rank players across Divine Domain's regions waited excitedly for midnight.
The Divine Domain 3.0 update had already stated that the top ten in this Martial Way Tournament would receive generous rewards.
Most players knew their own limits and had no hopes of making the top ten.
But they figured that in a Martial Way Tournament like this, even if they couldn't reach the top ten, what about the top hundred? The top thousand?
There were bound to be some benefits, and those benefits might even exceed their expectations!
After all, this was the first Martial Way Tournament across all regions.
In their experience, other games handed out rewards by the truckload for events like this.
[Countdown: 59, 58...]
The countdown appeared.
At that moment, countless players took deep breaths, calming their excitement and nerves.
Yang Ling, however, was perfectly calm. First place was his for the taking.
The only thing worth wondering about was just how generous the rewards would be.
Would they be adjusted based on his strength?
With just a few seconds left on the countdown, Yang Ling lit a stick of incense as usual.
The countdown reached zero, and every player who had signed up for the Martial Way Tournament, Yang Ling included, vanished from where they stood.
When Yang Ling came to his senses, he was already standing in an arena.
A pale golden barrier surrounded the arena, hiding whatever lay outside.
"You're my opponent this round?"
A male player stood over a hundred meters ahead. His expression was wary, and he immediately guarded against a surprise attack from Yang Ling.
Yang Ling glanced at the man's attribute panel. He was a Ninth-rank Martial Artist, and his affiliation was... the Iron Clothes Department?