Under the ranking rules of this leaderboard, when scores were equal, the lower-level contestant ranked higher; if their levels were also equal, the one who had achieved their results first ranked higher. Thus, although the rankings differed, Zhang Tie still saw quite a few people with identical scores.
There were certainly more than a hundred participants in this competition, but only the top hundred performers qualified for the board. They were also the hundred most eye-catching members of Jin-Yun Kingdom's younger generation in the entire Selnes War Zone.
The scores on the leaderboard would make many people's blood boil, leading them to believe the Devil Race was nothing much. They could indeed boost morale and fill people with hope for the future. But Zhang Tie knew that, throughout the Selnes War Zone, the countries and battle fortresses qualified to put up such a record board could be counted on one's fingers.
Only because the finest young members of the six great families of Jin-Yun Kingdom—one of the foremost powers on the entire Weiyi Subcontinent—had gathered here could they achieve such results. If it were troops from other countries in the Selnes War Zone, or their so-called elites, achieving such results would be harder than ascending to heaven.
And achieving such results without paying a price was simply impossible.
Just as Zhang Tie was studying the battle record board, two soldiers approached. They climbed the steel frame, pulled out the iron plaque ranked sixty-seventh, then worked the chains on the frame, raising every plaque below sixty-seventh by one rank.
"What's going on?" Zhang Tie asked the two soldiers.
The two soldiers cast Zhang Tie a silent look. "This person died. He was brought in last night with severe injuries, but in the end, he still couldn't be saved!"
The two soldiers