Final Hope

In midair, the majestic phantom of the purple-robed elder gradually faded away.

"You should all know the rules of the first round." Shen Qing hurriedly said, "Small world teams ranked within plus or minus fifteen places will be randomly matched. Win one match, and you advance to the second round."

Lu Zhen was slightly stunned.

That simple?

Within plus or minus fifteen rankings meant the opposing world's foundation would not differ too greatly from Nine Provinces'. With good luck, they might even draw one of the bottom-ranked teams.

They only needed to win one match to advance?

Among the crowd, some ordinary-class students participating for the first time could not help muttering, "Instructor Shen, if the rules are this simple, then Nine Provinces is at least ninth from the bottom, not dead last.

How come we haven't even touched the threshold of the second round for eighty straight editions?"

Indeed, the rules did not sound particularly harsh.

Shen Qing merely swept the questioning student with a cold glance before saying, "Prepare yourselves properly."

Lu Zhen vaguely guessed the reason.

The Nine Provinces Small World's overall world merit was indeed ranked ninth from the bottom.

But those merits had likely been earned by the older generation of upper-echelon experts, people like Lord Liu Bowen.

As for the younger generation?

Lu Zhen sighed inwardly.

There was a gap in succession, and their foundation had withered. Among the younger generation at the Spirit Fusion Realm alone, Nine Provinces was probably already dead last.

Rumble—

Over the vast waiting area, more than a hundred enormous dark-red arenas rose up with a simultaneous roar.

The competition had begun.

Within the Void Realm, several hundred thousand lower-level martial artists and market residents from the Nine Provinces Small World alone had entered the Void Realm to