The Overpowered Effects of Traits

At the scene, inside the Crystal Palace.

As Ye Li's words fell, the entire hall sank into brief silence.

Everyone stared in astonishment at Ye Li, who had just declared battle.

Angela lowered her head and looked at the number on her right wrist:

Number 35!

In other words, she had not ranked thirty-fifth among the women in terms of beauty.

Rather, based on overall combat strength, she had fallen to thirty-fifth place!

On the track of combat power, there were still thirty-four people ahead of her who could defeat her.

The corner of her mouth twitched as she looked at the equally bewildered contestants around her.

Was this a beauty pageant... or a martial arts competition?

Yet this was actually the correct way to rank them!

After all, tastes differed from person to person. For this competition, different sections had been set up so that a hundred flowers could bloom together.

A petite loli and a busty girl stood before you—which would you choose?

The electric-net section would definitely choose the former, while the justice section would definitely choose the latter.

As for the repressed section, naturally, they wanted them all!

Different choices did not mean there was a gap in their beauty; it merely meant their personal tastes differed.

Under such circumstances, unless someone possessed beauty that utterly crushed the entire field, no ranking would satisfy everyone.

As the saying went, beauty had no first place, while martial prowess had no second!

They would rank them by cultivation and combat strength, then have everyone fight it out. Only the victor could win Ye Li's favor!

This was called... a Holy Grail War!

Angela looked around, her eyes filled with confusion.

In her previous beauty pageants, she had always won through dignity, grace, confidence, and propriety.

Yet this competition