Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Standing on the stage, the contestants were unaware of what was going to happen. They knew it was a knock-out tournament, but who would fight who?
Although they were curious, no one spoke. Instead, they stood politely on stage and looked at the judges with veneration. They waited with bated breath to hear what was going to happen.
The minutes passed as everyone sat down one after another and this made the wait feel a lot longer than it truly was.
The sun shone down from a cloud-free sky on this day with perfect weather, and the tournament was almost ready to be started.
Seeing the last person sitting down, Yanluo stood up and waved his hand. In the air, in front of him, a small silver cauldron appeared, and it flew towards the stage.
"Everyone, within this cauldron are eight pieces of paper. Each piece has a number from one to four. There is two of each number."
"Those with the same numbers will fight each other. Now pick."
Having spoken, Yanluo quickly sat down again not sparing words for anyone.
Hui Yue looked at the others and started to feel the urge to fight erupt from within. This was what he had waited for; this was the battle he had to win if he wanted to resurrect Wang Ju Long and get his family together again.
Hui Yue was not the only person who was starting to feel the urge to fight; everyone was feeling restless. Their eyes were glued to the cauldron as it appeared in front of them, and slowly they all picked a slip of paper.
Hui Yue looked at his number and smiled. The number in front of him said one, meaning he would be the first to fight. He would need to win three fights in total, and if he went first, then he would have more time to relax afterwards.
Everyone had chosen their numbers, and soon six of the experts left the stage leaving behind Hui Yue and another of the experts. This expert was not someone Hui Yue had ever spoken with before, but he had noticed him a few times.
He was a peak Primordial Immortal and his eyes were filled with arrogance, but also pride.
"You were a new God when this tri
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