Chapter 1097: Chapter 682: Choosing to Pass, Making Decisions, Becoming the Focus of the World!
To his surprise, even the top-ranked in the provincial competition, [Xie Canglan, the Deep Wave Hand] chose to ’pass’.
The first on the United University Tiangang Ranking, and yet he doesn’t want to test his own caliber?
Is he giving that much face?
From Meng Chuan’s Qi Observation Skill level, there are very few contestants below the stage whose aura is stronger than [Deep Wave Hand].
"True Inheritance, slap them hard in the face!"
Xie Canglan turned his head, looking at the first group of people whose ’temporary’ red light lit up, with a trace of pity in his eyes.
This group doesn’t even know how ridiculously high Meng Chuan’s destructive capability is...
Ten thousand... over fifteen thousand!
What kind of concept is this?
A newly promoted Martial Arts Grandmaster, even with the cultivation of Divine Techniques, doesn’t have such exaggerated destructive power!
If you add all the destructive power of the people in the audience together, then average it out.
The average value of destructive power might be around three thousand.
This is a huge gap of more than five times!
Meng Chuan delivering a casual blow would most likely be devastating for most people!
Those who recognize the current trend are wise heroes.
Even if in the mental world, simulating a fight against the Demon Nest celestial phenomena, one’s body remains unharmed.
But losing a fight doesn’t come without consequence; the cost is ’death’!
The soul has to bear the pressure of a death experience, resulting in spiritual damage.
Although the competition committee will provide spiritual healing pills, it’s impossible to fully recover to the original state without the aid of time.
Xie Canglan is cautious; he could have broken the Breaking Four limit two months ago, but he held back, consolidating his foundation, and only attempts when he has more than a 95% success rate.
Therefore, this time, he still opted for a cautious approach...
Maintaining peak condition, not betting on others wearing Meng Chuan down, waiting to take advantage.
Cautious people and those who know the inside story are not just him.
Including Liao Hai and Liao Qing, other non-Northern United University contestants gradually chose to ’pass’, heading to the preparation area to sit and spectate.
Everyone who passed showed respect to the six Overlords, especially Meng Chuan, clasping their fists towards him, indicating their surrender.
Meng Chuan didn’t put on airs, stood up and nodded in appreciation one by one.
Thud, thud, thud!
Intense and uplifting drumming echoed throughout the ’Droplet’.
The contestants’ choices swayed the hearts of audiences numbering over several tens of millions!
Three-quarters of the contestants’ seats remained.
Some had earlier firmly chosen the red light ’temporary’, arms crossed in a meditative state, looking at Meng Chuan with a hint of disdain.
This is a calm, self-perceived wise choice.
Many of them are strong, confident that they can qualify for the Shangjing finals.
So why not go on stage and spar with Meng Chuan first, and see what justifies him occupying the Overlord throne!
Among the remaining indecisive ones, only a very few switched to the ’pass’ green light, heading to the preparation area to sit and wait.
The vast majority of people gripped their contestant identity cards tightly.
Switched to red light!
Win once!
Just one victory, sitting on the Overlord position, is a prime opportunity for fame.
The global audience outside had already surpassed one billion views and keeps climbing.
What a rare chance to show up in front of the whole world!
A Martial Arts golden age, where name and gain in most cases are synonymous.
High endorsements, focused training, special battle rewards, and so forth.
Sitting on that throne above, whether or not it can be kept warm, all these will be theirs!
In the preparation area, those who chose ’pass’ appeared relaxed, sitting with their legs crossed, chatting freely.
No challenge pressure, everyone was very at ease.
Nearby, Liao Hai and Liao Qing looked at Liao Chen in the contestant seats who remained unwilling to leave, and whose identity card had already turned red.
Both couldn’t understand what Liao Chen was thinking...
Liao Hai asked in confusion:
"Wasn’t he joking? What does this big fat monk want to do?"
Liao Qing, always terrifyingly cautious, shook his head slowly, with a tone of reproach mixed with disbelief:
"Does he not understand what the Hundred Feet Foundation is? Some monks only learn after dying once..."
But is that really the case?
Liao Chen is so cunning!
Liao Chen realized something just now and immediately changed his mind!
This competition arena has undergone technical innovation, becoming an artificially created mental world.
All actions within will consume mental power, which is Spiritual Power.
Meng Chuan... isn’t known for strong mental power!
With so many challenger contestants, over time, fatigue will inevitably show!
Liao Chen chuckled awkwardly, clasping his hands towards him, inwardly hoping:
"Amitabha — may the Buddha bless, if blessed with luck, to act last, delivering Donor Meng a final critical blow..."
What if he gets picked first?
Then he would ask Senior Brother Meng to be gentle, conceding would be too embarrassing with billions watching...
...
Through the big screen, viewers could see the state of the people in the contestant seats, becoming involuntarily tense.
Gazes hungry as one predator after another emerged on many faces.
Under the backdrop of the ’temporary’ red light, like a pack of hungry wolves!
This atmosphere engulfed the audience’s minds all evoked the same thought:
"A pack of wolves encircles, wanting to drive out the old king of the tribe from the divine throne!"
A group of Three Limits players focused all their eyes on the sole figure at the Overlord seat.
As if heavy iron weights bore down on his shoulders, they ignored the other five entirely.
The audience, putting themselves in his shoes, found it hard to imagine the immense pressure one would bear if sitting there...
"Meng the Firm, hang in there!!!" Xu Qingfeng had enough of this cursed atmosphere, pumping his fist to cheer for him.
"Chuan! Hubby! You’re the best!"
