A challenge tournament meant open challenges.
However, for the sake of fairness, it also needed proper rules.
Whoosh!
Xing Han waved his hand, and streaks of light shot into the air, rising a thousand zhang high.
They were spiritual crystals, exactly two hundred and eight of them—the same number as the participants.
"Within these spiritual crystals, I have left a trace of my spiritual will. The mark indicates the challenge order, from one to two hundred and eight. As long as you inject a trace of mystic power, the mark will appear and cannot be altered. Choose for yourselves!" Xing Han said loudly, sweeping his gaze across the crowd.
These rules depended on each person's luck.
Those who drew earlier numbers could challenge first, giving them an obvious advantage.
The marks he had left could not be changed. Once altered, the spiritual crystal would shatter.
This was no profound divine ability, merely a small trick.
As soon as Xing Han finished speaking, many people made their move, reaching into the sky to seize a spiritual crystal.
Su Mo also reached out and grabbed one. He did not choose carefully, since it all came down to luck.
With the spiritual crystal in hand, Su Mo injected a trace of Chaos Power into it. Sure enough, a number appeared on its surface—168.
Seeing that number, Su Mo could not help frowning. His luck was poor; one hundred sixty-eight was quite far back.
"Su Mo, your luck is truly awful!"
A mocking laugh sounded beside Su Mo. It was Dragon Dao Tian speaking.
Su Mo turned his head and saw the spiritual crystal in Dragon Dao Tian's hand. The number on it was—51.
Fifty-one was extremely early among two hundred and eight people.
"My luck is indeed poor, but it doesn't matter," Su