The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 170 Elimination Tournament System
If Feng Ling remembers correctly, both the road on the left and the road on the right that Ling Weiyun's clone just took lead to the audience seats.

However, one is a disciple-level ordinary seat, and the other is an elder-level VIP seat. The two treatments are vastly different and completely incomparable.

"This passage is so wide, it could easily accommodate thirty people going down together!"

"Hmm, it seems a bit deep! Boss, should we just jump down?"

Zhu Bupang and Gou Bushou tentatively peeked at the huge passage on the ground in front of them, and each of them spoke in turn.

"Three hundred meters isn't too deep!"

"Hiss! If we just jump down, won't we be smashed into a meat pie?"

As they were talking, the man in blue glanced indifferently at the two people beside him who seemed a little flustered, and then leaped down without offering any further explanation.

"Fine, let's jump too!" Seeing this, Zhu Bupang and his companion, whose scalps tingled, gritted their teeth and decided to jump in. So what if it's a pit? What's the big deal?

Immediately afterwards, a strong wind howled wildly in their ears, and the dim stone walls surrounding the vertical passage swayed rapidly. Because a force different from the outside world permeated this passage, causing gravity to become abnormal, they fell a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.

"Boss, we're starting to lose control!"

Zhu Bupang and his companion, utterly terrified, swayed unsteadily, their robes billowing in the wind. The increasing gravity here, causing a feeling of descent, left them weak and extremely uncomfortable.

However, the man in blue below, facing the strong wind, landed at the very front. He not only felt refreshed, but the strong wind around him also failed to ruffle his long hair and robes, as if the terrifying gravity that terrified the two of them did not exist at all.

"Withdraw your demonic power, relax your body and let gravity pull you along!"

After falling another hundred meters or so, Feng Ling estimated that the gravity here was almost at the limit that an intermediate-level ghost spirit master could withstand. In addition, he couldn't stand the terrified screams coming from the two of them, so he immediately gave them a warning.

Immediately afterward, Zhu Bupang and his companion, as if they had found the core instruction, immediately followed it. After withdrawing their ghostly power, they were surprised to find that the repulsive force between themselves and gravity had disappeared.

However, although she managed to steady herself, the terrifying, empty feeling of falling persisted. Just as the feeling of falling seemed to be intensifying, a sliver of light appeared below.

300 meters, almost there!
"Ah—!" Two terrified screams rang out. Looking at the hard rock slab at the bottom, Zhu Bupang and his companion trembled violently. They both thought that the man in blue would be smashed into a pulp first, and then it would be their turn...

"Gentle Cloud Technique!"

After the man in blue landed steadily, he turned around, raised his hand, and gave a soft shout. Immediately, a pure white cloud suddenly appeared where the fat and thin disciples had fallen and caught them safely.

"Boss, you scared us to death!" Zhu Bupang and his companion stood up and wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads. They couldn't help but sigh, and they hated the person who had built the passage.

"Keep your voice down! Just five meters ahead is the kilometer-long dueling arena!"

Feng Ling frowned slightly and gave a serious reminder. Fortunately, he had acted quickly enough to activate the array at the bottom of the passage and then waved his hand to stop the two people's shouts from coming out.

Otherwise, the three of them would definitely be noticed by the inner disciples, and then they would have no choice but to become "famous"! However, Feng Ling was also a little angry. The force-dissipating formation at the bottom of the dueling arena was usually activated, even when there was no disciple competition.

But this time, they were facing this situation. He would never believe there was nothing fishy going on!
"Hmm." Zhu Bupang and his companion realized their mistake and immediately shut their mouths, carefully following the man in blue as they slowly stepped towards the exit.

It looked utterly ridiculous, like someone who had just done something wrong...

"All inner disciples, please be quiet. I, the elder, will now announce the new rules for this disciple competition!" As soon as they entered the dueling arena, the three heard a familiar voice echoing in their ears from above.

As Elder Liu Yidao spoke, the scene quickly quieted down. Looking around, one could see nearly three thousand outer disciples sitting on the huge circular grandstand, their faces beaming with excitement.

At this moment, nearly five hundred people were scattered around the kilometer-long circular platform below the dueling arena. Perhaps it was good luck, but just a few meters from the exit, there were exactly twenty or thirty people standing there.

Judging from the spacing between them, they were probably grouped together according to acquaintances. This allowed Feng Ling and his two companions to slip through and successfully blend into the crowd.

"Excuse me, which of you three is Junior Brother Feng Ling?" Just as the man in blue casually stopped with Zhu Bupang and the other two, a seventh-rank disciple dressed as a steward carefully approached and whispered to the three of them.

“That’s me!” Feng Ling raised an eyebrow, suppressing the unfriendly expressions of Zhu Bupang and the other man, and continued, “Thank you for your trouble, Steward Fang. Does Elder Ling have something for me?”

"Yes, of course. Here are your ranking tokens!" Deacon Fang said politely, handing the man in blue three round, silver-colored objects about the length of a finger before secretly slipping away into the passage.

Afterwards, Feng Ling distributed the ranking tokens to Zhu Bupang and the other person, and explained their purpose.

The ranking token is somewhat similar to an electronic device used for recording data in Feng Ling's previous life. If it weren't for the fact that a small amount of supernatural power was needed to activate it, Feng Ling would probably have mistaken it for a high-tech electronic product!
"Finally, competition first, friendship second, absolutely no killing is allowed! Now we're going to start the first stage of the free-for-all, which can be done solo or in teams of five or fewer!" After half a day of explaining, Elder Liu Yidao finally finished explaining all the details.

The gist of it is that the competition has always been conducted in a one-on-one, gradual manner, but this has its drawbacks. In addition, in order to save time, the initial stage of this competition will adopt a very brutal elimination system.

Only the winning team can face off against the winner again until only the last twenty teams remain, at which point a round-robin tournament will be held to determine the top ten.

"It seems that Feng Tianjue really can't wait any longer!" The man in blue thought to himself. Compared to the previous one-on-one battles and winner-versus-winner matches, the current free-for-all might be fairer.

For example, in the past, when slow one-on-one elimination tournaments were held, if two outstanding disciples with similar strength faced off, due to the flaws in the competition rules and their own luck, one of them had to be eliminated.

Even if the person eliminated had the potential to make it to the finals, and their skill level was no less than that of the final top ten...

Clearly, this makes it easy to miss out on promising talents. The higher-ups of the Jade Purity Sect couldn't have been unaware of this before, but for some reason, they haven't been able to resolve it for so long.

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Ugh, my computer's acting up... I'm so tired.

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