Heavenly Tyrant Earth Conqueror

  At noon, under the scorching sun, the crowd in the college stadium did not disperse, but instead grew denser. The stadium was packed with people craning their necks in anticipation. In the center of the stadium stood 128 people, the top 128 contestants of this month's competition. Today, the matches to narrow down the field from 128 to 64 would be held. Anyone who made it into the top 64 would receive a reward, with those ranked higher receiving more generous prizes.

  "Please have each contestant come on stage to draw their participant numbers." The host on stage shouted loudly.

  The contestants drew their competition numbers one after another, and upon opening them, they found the numbers ranged from 1 to 128. The host on stage continued, "One hundred twenty-eight advances to sixty-four through a knockout match based on your drawn numbers, with number one competing against number two, number three against number four, number five against number six, and so on. Take a ten-minute break; the competition will begin in ten minutes."

  The entire arena was boiling over in an instant. The 128 strong players were all searching for their opponents.

  "I am sixty-three, who is sixty-four?"

  "I am No. 8, where is No. 7?"

  ……

  In an instant, the arena was in chaos again, with chaotic shouts everywhere. Wang Yu and others who returned to the rest room also took out their own drawn serial numbers and compared them with each other.

  "It's number fifty-six." This was Qian Ruming's voice.

  "I am No. 24." This is Hu Ran.

  "I am Number Five." Zhou Hao said in a low voice.

  "Guess how old I am." Wang Yu's slightly bitter words caught everyone's attention.

  "Are you number one?"

  "No, it's definitely one hundred and twenty-eight."

  ……

  "Wang Shao, you're not going to fight one of us, are you?!" Zhou Hao exclaimed, slapping his thigh in shock.

  "Still, Zhou Hao's brain works fast." Wang Yu smiled and said.

  "Hehe, who are you going to fight with among us? But it's definitely not me."

  "Oh? Why are you so sure?" Wang Yu asked with some curiosity.

  "Because... I see your serial number is a two-digit one."

  Everyone fainted at the same time, this guy is too despicable.

  "Hmm...alright, this time my opponent is...Huran. My serial number is twenty-three."

  "Ah! I'm not that unlucky, am I? Just entering the top 128 and running into Wang Yu, it's unfair! Let alone me, even if it were Zhou Hao's dual-system mage or Qian Runming's turtle shell, they'd still be dead if they encountered Wang Yu!" Hu Ran said with great frustration. He had thought that after entering the top 128, he could finally show off his skills, but instead, he ran into Wang Yu right from the start, which showed just how bad his luck was.

  "The competition has begun! Please have contestant number one and contestant number two proceed to arena number one. Any contestant who fails to appear within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea will be considered to have forfeited."

  The instructor in the field shouted loudly again.

  Two figures quickly climbed onto the competition stage. "Lu Yiwei, please advise!"

  "Jia Tianfeng, please advise."

  The two on the stage reported their names to each other and started fighting. The two went back and forth for hundreds of rounds, with Lu Yiwei finally winning a narrow victory over Jia Tianfeng. Next, No. 3 and No. 4 fought, with No. 3 easily defeating No. 4.

  The next match was Zhou Hao's turn, and everyone was paying close attention. Zhou Hao stepped onto the arena, and his opponent also came up - a young man. When he saw him, Zhou Hao felt extremely surprised, it was Zhao Ling'er. Originally full of energy and confidence, Zhou Hao suddenly became dispirited, and said with a flattering tone: "Ling'er, how did you end up here? You didn't even tell me, if I had known my opponent was you, I wouldn't have come up, I'll just go down now." As he spoke, he pretended to jump off the arena.

  "Halt! Humph, I, Zhao Ling'er, don't have a husband as cowardly as you. If you're a man, let's fight it out!" said Zhao Ling'er standing beside him.

  "This doesn't seem right." Zhou Hao said with difficulty.

  "Retreat!" A water arrow shot towards Zhou Hao, who barely dodged the attack without any defense. He hastily cast a water shield on himself. However, instead of counterattacking, he shouted at the referee: "Referee, I surrender! I surrender!"

  "Zhou Hao admits defeat! Zhao Ling'er wins!"

  Zhou Hao walked down from the competitive stage with a wry smile and said, "I didn't expect it to end so soon."

  "Don't be discouraged, although you lost, we will definitely get your share together." Qian Ruming said with a smile.

  ……

  Time flies, and soon it was Wang Yu and Hu Ran's turn. The two had not even taken the stage yet when Hu Ran waved his hand and said: "Forget it, forget it. Can I beat this freak? Going up there would just be a loss of face. It's better to just admit defeat."

  After waiting for half a day without seeing the two on stage, the judge impatiently said: "The two of you, hurry up and get on stage!"

  "How could you abandon your power!"

  "What a joke! We've been waiting for so long, and in the end, you forfeit...!" As Hu Ran shouted "forfeit", the audience booed.

  Not long after, the money-like-life match began. Money-like-life took to the field and immediately adopted a defensive posture, picking up a large shield and wrapping himself tightly in it. However, after waiting for half a day, he didn't see the opponent attack. When he moved his shield aside, he saw that the opponent was actually a heavily armed defensive warrior. Both were defensive warriors, so they couldn't help but see who could withstand the beating.

  So the two of them were hacking at each other, you chop me one knife, I chop you one knife, and they were fighting fiercely. Anyway, Qian Ruoming also had the realm of a sword master, and with great difficulty, he managed to defeat his opponent by relying on the advantage of his realm.

  The first round is over, and the 64 strong have emerged. The second round of 32 to 16 has begun soon after. Whether it's fate or someone's doing, the first match of the 32 to 16 is Wang Yu and Li Yuan Gong's match.

  "Brother Li!"

  "Brother Wang! Didn't expect to run into you here."

  "Alright! Brother Li, spare your subordinate's life!" Wang Yufei smiled wryly and exchanged pleasantries with Li Yuangong.

  "Each other!"

  "Let's see what's really going on under his hands."

  "Exactly what I intended!" Before the referee could even start, Li Yuangong took the initiative to make a move, condensing the source energy in his staff into metal spears (Li Yuangong was an eighth-level cultivator of the Metal attribute). Although this attack came suddenly, Wang Yu remained extremely calm and composed. Wang Yu applied a Stone Skin technique to himself, then charged towards Li Yuangong with his fists clenched.

  Li Yuangong watched as Wang Yu rushed towards him, his heart secretly anxious. The metal spear in his hand was thrown out desperately, but these could not cause any harm to Wang Yu.

  When Wang Yu came to Li Yuan Gong's side, he raised his fist and heavily pounded Li Yuan Gong. Even if Li Yuan Gong wanted to surrender, he couldn't open his mouth. However, Wang Yu didn't want things to get out of hand either, so after beating Li Yuan Gong severely, he kicked him off the stage with one foot.

  "Wang Yu wins! Please prepare for the quarterfinals." The judge's voice rang out as Li Yuan Gong stepped down from the competition stage. As Wang Yu walked off the stage, he found that most people's battles had not ended and were still in fierce contention. In a nearby rest room, there was also a winning player who advanced to the next round. When Wang Yu looked at him, he seemed to feel something, turned his head towards Wang Yu, smiled and nodded in acknowledgement.