Brother Who Determines the Fate of the Nation: My Great Emperor's Cultivation Level Exposed by

On the sky, a golden scroll suddenly unfurled.

[The Mortal Limit Ranking is about to be released!]

This list includes the elder brothers of two hundred chosen ones, ranked from lowest to highest based on their maximum combat power in the mortal stage.

The first line of text appeared.

[Rank 200: Carlos Mendes, Peru. Occupation: Highland Hunter. Ultimate Combat Strength Assessment: Hand-to-hand combat with an adult snow wolf.]

The second line follows immediately.

[Rank 195: Nigeria, Oluwa. Occupation: Tribal Warrior. Ultimate Combat Strength Assessment: Killed an African buffalo with bare hands.]

[Rank 185: Poland, Marek. Occupation: Underground boxing champion. Ultimate fighting ability assessment: Killed Bull with a single punch.]

The rankings are updated extremely quickly.

One name after another lit up the sky, flickered, froze, and then were replaced by the next.

Those ranked lower were mostly mercenaries, boxers, hunters, and underground fighting champions from small countries.

Their ultimate combat capabilities range from fighting wild wolves to killing ferocious beasts; each of them would be a deadly weapon in the real world.

But on this list, they only deserve to be ranked outside the top 150.

The chat rooms around the world started to get active with comments.

In the live stream of the American country, the main tone of the comments was contempt.

"These players from small countries are only at this level; it's ridiculous to compare them to our Arthur."

"Just wait and see what happens in the top ten; that's the real stage."

The Japanese viewers' comments section has already started celebrating in advance.

"Lord Hanzo inherited the bloodline of the seventh generation of sword saints. He is definitely the strongest among mortals in history, and the top spot is secure."

"That water-carrying servant from the Dragon Kingdom probably wouldn't even make the top two hundred, hahaha."

Five minutes passed.

The ranking jumped from 200th to 50th.

One hundred and fifty names were quickly skipped over, including some formidable characters that caught the attention of audiences from various countries, but the Chinese audience had no interest in them at all.

They only care about a name.

Su Xuan.

This name did not appear from the 200th to the 51st place.

In the Dragon Kingdom's live stream room, the chat completely fell silent.

The US's online army seized the opportunity to flood in.

"Hahaha, we're in the top fifty! There's not even a trace of Su Xuan from the Dragon Kingdom!"

"They can't even make it into the top 200, can they? The menial laborers of the cultivation world are truly pathetic!"

"I told you, how high can a migrant worker who's been sweeping floors in the cultivation world reach as a mortal? He's not even worthy of carrying Arthur's shoes!"

The comments from Japan were even more sarcastic.

"Are you still dreaming, Dragon Kingdom people? Your Su Xuan has probably been judged 'incapable of combat' by the system and eliminated directly."

"This is the difference between a peasant and a samurai, something written in their blood that can't be made up for by carrying water for a few days."

The UK on which the sun never sets.

"A poor boy who can't even get enough to eat, whose body is probably not fully developed, what face does he have to compare himself to our royal knights in terms of the limits of mortals?"

In the Dragon Kingdom's live stream room, someone finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"It's over, I really won't be able to make it into the top 50."

"I told you long ago, in the mortal stage of competition, they've been cheating since childhood, what do we have to compare with?"

"Stop cursing, stop cursing, it's embarrassing."

Inside the forbidden area, Su Ruoruo knelt on the ground, looking up at the sky.

She couldn't see the sarcastic comments, but she could see one unfamiliar name after another flashing and freezing on the leaderboard, rolling down from two hundredth to fiftyth.

Su Xuan is not here.

She doesn't have a brother.

She dug her fingers into the dirt, her fingernails filled with black grime, but she didn't notice.

Thirty meters away, Xue Nai knelt on the ground, her injured arm still bleeding, but the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned.

The rankings continue to scroll.

The moment they entered the top 50, the update speed suddenly slowed down, and the time each name spent on the list increased, as if the system was deliberately lengthening the pace.

[48th Place: South Africa, Mbeki. Occupation: Special Forces Instructor. Ultimate Combat Ability Assessment: Hunting down an adult male lion with bare hands.]

[Rank 42: Israel, Joshua. Occupation: Mossad agent. Ultimate combat capability assessment: Killed three fully armed mercenaries with his bare hands.]

[Rank 37: Brazil, Silva. Occupation: Champion of an underground gang's fighting arena. Ultimate combat ability assessment: He fought two adult jaguars bare-handed.]

Each time a name was revealed, the corresponding country's live stream would erupt in cheers, which would then be quickly drowned out by taunts and provocations from other countries.

30th place.

25th place.

20th place.

Su Xuan was still nowhere to be found.

The bullet comment section in the Dragon Kingdom has almost turned gray, and fewer and fewer people are speaking.

"Don't wait any longer, they might really not make it into the top 50."

"Consultant Zhou's estimate of the top 50 was an optimistic one. Now that there are already 20 people and no one has appeared yet, it's highly unlikely that they will make it."

"It's over."

The mockery from the United States has turned into a celebration.

"Twentieth place! The Dragon Kingdom's handymen have completely disappeared! They got first place last round by luck, but this round they've been brought back to reality!"

"To be honest, I really laughed. Those Chinese were so smug before, and look at them now!"

On the forbidden island, Su Ruoruo's fingernails dug a deep groove in the soil.

It broke into the top fifteen of the list.

This range is where truly major national projects begin to emerge.

[15th Place: Jean Dupont, Gaul. Occupation: Legendary Mercenary of the Foreign Legion. Ultimate Combat Strength Assessment: Single-handedly annihilated an entire armed squad.]

[12th Place: Friedrich, Germanic State. Affiliation: Ace of the GSG-9 Special Counter-Terrorism Unit. Ultimate Combat Ability Assessment: Hand-to-hand combat with an adult brown bear.]

Top ten.

The audiences from the United States and Japan held their breath, all waiting for their country's name to appear at the very top of the pyramid.

[10th Place: Arjun, India. Identity: Guardian Monk of the Shiva Temple. Ultimate Combat Power Assessment: Concentrating his inner energy in his palms, he shattered a three-foot-thick granite slab.]

The global live stream chat erupted in an uproar. One viewer commented, "The top ten are starting to show signs of inner strength. Is this still within the realm of mortals?"

No one answered.

The list continues.

Ninth place.

Eighth place.

Seventh place.

Each name represents a war machine nurtured by a major power with the full resources of its nation, and their ultimate combat capabilities are increasingly terrifying.

No one is talking in the Dragon Kingdom's live stream anymore.

Fourteen billion people stared silently at the screen, watching the ranking climb all the way to sixth place.

Su Xuan's name never appeared.

Consultant Zhou stood in front of the large screen in the conference room, his hands behind his back, motionless.

The optimistic estimate of being in the top 50 has completely failed.

There's no one in the top twenty, no one in the top ten, and now we've even seen the top six, but Su Xuan is still not on the list.

Or perhaps he didn't even get in.

Or not?

He is in a higher position.

Consultant Zhou dared not think about it, nor dared he say it.

On the sky, the light from the golden panel suddenly intensified threefold.

The fifth position is starting to emerge.

The large, blood-red characters emerged stroke by stroke, so slowly that everyone could clearly see each stroke.

Seven billion people around the world collectively stopped breathing at that moment.

On the sky, the name of the fifth-place finisher lit up.