Survival in the Apocalypse: Max Level Drop Rate with Abundant Resources

The entrance for the contestants was deserted, a stark contrast to the huge crowds at the entrance for the spectators next door.

The moment Shen Xi stepped through the gate, she stopped in her tracks.

He had seen grand scenes before. In the apocalypse of his previous life, he had witnessed the spectacular sight of hordes of corpses, the horrific destruction of cities, and the awe-inspiring clashes between powerful figures. But at this moment, he was still stunned by the scene before him.

The interior of the Kyoto Convention Center was ten times larger than he had imagined.

It was a gigantic circular arena, its dome tens of meters high, constructed from countless pieces of tempered glass. Sunlight streamed through the glass, casting huge patches of light in the center of the arena. Hanging beneath the dome were four enormous electronic screens, each the size of a basketball court, displaying various data. However, all of this data was obscured by a mysterious force, making it impossible to read. It seemed that there was no need to gather information about others before the competition began.

The stadium is surrounded by tiered, circular stands, with rows of seats stretching from the ground to the edge of the dome, capable of holding at least 100,000 people. And at this moment, those stands are already full.

A sea of ​​black heads, a dense crowd.

Shen Xi stood at the entrance, her gaze sweeping over the stands. In the audience, some held banners, some waved glow sticks, and some shouted loudly. The cacophony of voices echoed through the huge stadium, creating a deafening roar.

"As expected of Kyoto," Shen Xi murmured.

As far as he knew, the Starshine City tournament had just over a thousand participants and tens of thousands of spectators. But here, the stands alone held at least one hundred thousand people. One hundred thousand! To organize such a grand event just over a month after the apocalypse—Kyoto truly deserves its title as the capital of China.

He turned his gaze back to the center of the stadium.

That was the contestants' area. It was a wide open space, covered with a brand-new gray carpet, and separated from the spectator seating by barriers. Many people stood in twos and threes in the open space; at a rough glance, there were at least two thousand.

Two thousand participants.

Shen Xi's expression turned slightly serious. In Starshine City, only a handful of players dared to register, but here, there were already two thousand who dared to sign up for the tournament. The number of those who didn't register, weren't high enough level, or dared not participate would only be much greater.

This is the essence of Kyoto. The number of players, their overall quality, and their equipment levels are all a level above Starshine City.

His gaze swept over the contestants and he quickly noticed an interesting phenomenon.

He and Mingying were two lonely people.

The other participants almost all appeared in groups. Some had only three or five members, while others had dozens or even hundreds. Teams of all sizes were scattered throughout the venue, clearly divided into distinct groups.

The largest team was the one in the very center of the field.

People from the military.

Leading the group was a middle-aged man in his early forties, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, exuding an imposing presence. He wore a black combat uniform, a massive battle sword slung over his shoulder, and stood there ramrod straight, like an unshakeable mountain. Behind him stood hundreds of soldiers, all in identical black combat uniforms, their gold insignia gleaming on their chests. They stood ramrod straight, their ranks impeccable, their discipline impeccable, a stark contrast to the more disorganized and lax ranks of the other groups.

Lord Wu'an.

A level 16 Military Soul class, a trump card nurtured by the military, second only to Shen Xi on the China region's ranking list.

Shen Xi's gaze lingered on him for a few more seconds before shifting away.

About fifty meters to the left of Lord Wu'an was another large army.

Family-oriented.

The leader was a young man in his early thirties, tall and handsome, with a sharp glint in his eyes. He wore light silver armor, and a slender sword hung at his waist, its scabbard inlaid with several pale blue gems. He stood there, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, exuding a condescending sense of superiority.

Gu Yunting.

The hidden class [Kenshin] at level 13, the most promising successor among the younger generation of the Gu family, ranked ninth on the Kyoto level list.

Behind him stood at least seventy or eighty people. They were all wearing uniform black uniforms with a golden "Gu" character embroidered on their chests. Although they were not as disciplined as the military, they were all spirited and well-equipped, clearly elite soldiers who had been carefully selected.

About fifty meters to the right of Wu'an Jun are the Jin family members.

The leader was a burly middle-aged man, around forty years old, with a face full of fat and broad shoulders. He wore heavy plate armor and carried a huge tower shield, on which was engraved a roaring golden lion.

It's priceless.

A level 14 Iron Wall class member from the Jin family, one of the four great families of Kyoto, possessing astonishing defensive capabilities.

Behind him stood fifty or sixty people. They were equipped with various weapons, including warriors, archers, and mages, but each of them exuded a fierce aura, like veterans who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Next to the Jin family's group were the people from that family.

The leader was a woman in her thirties, tall and with a cold and beautiful face. She had short, ear-length hair and sharp, piercing eyes. She wore a black, tight-fitting leather armor, with a pair of short daggers hanging at her waist. Standing there, she resembled a shadow that could disappear at any moment.

Naro.

The level 13 Shadow Dancer class is the most outstanding assassin of this generation.

Behind her stood thirty or forty people, mostly agile classes: assassins, archers, and rangers.

Their eyes were alert, like a pack of cheetahs ready to pounce at any moment.

The He family members are on the far right.

The leader was a burly man in his early thirties, at least 1.9 meters tall, with bulging muscles all over his body, like a moving iron tower. He was shirtless, wearing only an animal skin vest, and held a huge double-edged battle axe in his hand, the blade still stained with dried black blood.

Helian Iron Tree.

A level 14 Berserker, the most formidable warrior of the younger generation in the He family.

Behind him stood forty or fifty people, mostly strength-type warriors. They were all burly and imposing, exuding a menacing aura. Just their presence alone was enough to create a sense of oppression.

These five teams occupied the most prominent position in the center of the field. Other groups, large and small, consciously kept their distance from them and dared not get too close.

Besides these groups, there is another team that is particularly noteworthy.

That was a team composed of casual players.

They had no uniforms, no tight organization, and their equipment was inconsistent; they stood loosely and casually. But they were the most numerous. At least three or four hundred people, gathered in twos and threes, some talking in hushed tones, some looking around, and some rubbing their hands together in anticipation.

These solo players, despite lacking the resources of large clans and the training of the military, managed to survive the chaos after the apocalypse and even reach level 10 or higher; none of them were pushovers.

Shen Xi's gaze swept across the entire venue, finally landing on herself and Ming Ying.

The two of them stood alone at the edge of the field, keeping their distance from all the other teams.

Gain insight into all things, instantly unlocked.

Golden light shimmered in his eyes, and countless information panels flooded in like a tide. He ignored the ordinary players, his gaze fixed directly on the five strongest teams in the center of the arena.

Jin Buhuan and his group have normal stats. Their level 14 Iron Wall class has amazing defense, but their other stats are average and nothing special.

Naro's group is normal. A level 13 Shadow Dancer has high agility and should have good assassination skills, but given their level, their threat is limited.

Helian Tieshu and his group are the same. Level 14 berserkers have high strength and physique, typical head-on confrontation type of fighters, but lack flexibility.

Gu Yunting and his gang...

Shen Xi's gaze lingered on him for a second longer. A level 13 Sword Heart class, with average stats and decent equipment, but nothing particularly noteworthy.

Then, his gaze fell on Lord Wu'an.

With a vision that sees through all things, Lord Wu'an's information panel slowly appeared...

[Player: Wu Anjun]

[Level: 16]

【Class: Military Soul (First Job Advancement/Legendary Hidden Class)】

Strength: 98, Spirit: 52, Agility: 71, Constitution: 89

[Talent: Unyielding Military Spirit (Legendary - Passive)...]

[Skills: Battle Charge (Gold Level), Iron-Blooded Military Spirit (Gold Level), Unyielding Battle Banner (Silver Level), ...]

[Weakness: Abnormal fluctuations in mental energy, suspected to be due to external interference. Fluctuation range of all attributes: -5% to +3%.]

Shen Xi understood.

Wu Anjun's interface is different from the others. The others' weakness sections are either empty or contain some unimportant information. But Wu Anjun's weakness section clearly states "abnormal fluctuation of mental energy."

Mental strength?

Shen Xi's eyes turned deep.

In his previous life, he remembered that Lord Wu'an only came in third place in the championship. At the time, everyone thought it was an accident, a poor performance. But now it seems that it was not an accident at all.

Someone tampered with him.

Moreover, only the four great families in the entire capital have the capability to tamper with a powerful figure like Lord Wu'an. They dare not openly attack Lord Wu'an, so they resort to such underhanded methods.

Shen Xi withdrew her gaze and couldn't help but smile calmly.

Interesting. This Kyoto championship is far more complex than he imagined.

Just then, the system announcement sounded again...

[System Announcement: Registration for the City Championship has closed!]

Current number of participants: 2137!

[Number of spectators: 108,631!]

The championship match will officially begin in 30 minutes!

The competition rules will be announced before the start of the competition!

[All participants, please prepare accordingly!]

The atmosphere inside the venue instantly became tense. More than two thousand participants began to prepare themselves; some checked their equipment, some took medication to recover their condition, and some whispered about their tactics.

Shen Xi stood still, without moving. He simply raised his head and glanced at the huge electronic screen on the dome.

[Time until the start of the championship: 00:29:58]

【00:29:57】

【00:29:56】

The noise inside the stadium gradually subsided, replaced by a suffocating tension. More than 100,000 spectators held their breath, and two thousand athletes stood ready.

Shen Xi and Ming Ying simply stood there quietly, waiting.