Watching the group of martial artists on the screen fight to a deadlock, Jiang Changkong felt rather bored.
He truly had no interest in watching battles like this. If they were genius-level fighters, he might have had some interest.
Nan Tianpang, on the other hand, was completely absorbed, furious one moment and excited the next, as though he were the one fighting.
He somewhat understood why they had begun competing for the slots so far in advance.
If these people kept fighting for another day, they probably still would not have selected the top ten after a month.
With nothing better to do, Jiang Changkong began paying attention to other matters. "How many slots do your major powers have?"
"Twenty," Yao Meng said.
That was directly twice as many as theirs. Quite a lot.
Before he could even feel envious, Yao Meng continued, "The Federation also has twenty."
"Your slots can each bring ten people, and you have twenty slots, making two hundred and twenty people. The Federation has another two hundred and twenty.
"Add in the people from the Martial Arts Association, including the president, and that makes ninety more."
Jiang Changkong did the math. "Are there enough criminals in Sin Domain to go around?"
Yao Meng said softly, "There are more sinners in Sin Domain than you imagine, and they are stronger too."
Jiang Changkong could not help pulling out his phone and opening the calculator. "Five hundred and thirty people, a thousand low-grade sixth-rank Star Stones each—that's five hundred and thirty thousand."
Fifty-three million Essence, Qi, and Spirit!
By that calculation, if he just robbed them all, he would have enough to step into the high ranks!
Thinking of Essence, Qi, and Spirit, Jiang Changkong grew excited.
Yao Meng stared at him blankly. Why were you trembling?