Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Apocalypse Gacha
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 940: Potential Unmentionable
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 70: Rumor Has It
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 797- War between races
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 920 - Zero Wing's Blade
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 796- Another win
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 06.06 - Whale Song
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 172: Spectator Forces
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 69: The Roman Highlight
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 433: Even Death Can't Atone for His Crimes
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3732: A Grand Exalt Intervenes
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 795- Yellow Ball's pride
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 919 - Primordial Dragon's Blessing
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 794- level five Gilded Cannibal Flower
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 06.05 - Whale Song
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 939: Fu Sheng's Heir
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 432: Borrow Your Head
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 68: It’s Still Raining
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 793- Close combat
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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