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Doomsday Summoning Frenzy

Chapter 1268: The Old Routine 🌀

Published: March 2, 2025

When Wen Yu finished his pre-battle encouragement, not long after, a grand voice suddenly echoed throughout the venue, accompanied by a flash of golden light in mid-air.

"The new sequence ranking battle is about to begin, and the rewards for this ranking battle are as follows..."

Wen Yu immediately recognized it was the voice of Golden Armor—still serving as the host, but Wen Yu believed the sovereign must be silently observing everything that was about to happen from an unseen place.

As Golden Armor recited the rewards for this sequence ranking battle one by one, Wen Yu listened for a while before losing interest.

Even the rewards for sequence one were of no great use to Wen Yu.

Once Golden Armor finished listing those things, the sequence ranking battle unfolded at lightning speed.

Of course, the first round was the elimination round...

When the five big characters "Elimination Round Begins" were announced by Golden Armor, Wen Yu was still contemplating other matters when, unexpectedly, a beam of teleportation light enveloped him, and the next second, Wen Yu suddenly found himself in a pure white space.

"The rules of the elimination round: kill 1 level eight peak demonic clan..."

As the rules were announced, a demonic creature suddenly appeared before Wen Yu.

He was first taken aback, then it dawned on him.

The current Wen Yu was no longer bound by rank...

When Wen Yu was teleported out of the elimination space, he was met with Fran's friendly mockery.

"You've never experienced something like this before, have you?"

Wen Yu also smiled wryly and shook his head.

"You should have seen the expression on your face just now, completely bewildered. It's the first time I've seen you look like this."

Fran teased Wen Yu with a grin, while others around also held back laughter. Wen Yu helplessly picked up a wine glass, poured himself some red wine, and then sat back down in his seat.

"By the way, where's Lin Que?"

"Oh, he's in the adjacent box with Mocha and the others. I think this time, that kid is going to be knocked down a few pegs..."

Upon mentioning this topic, Fran wore a somewhat mischievous smile. As for Wen Yu, he simply shook his head in silence.

Sequence one, Lin Que...

This time, he would have to drop a few ranks.

The oath keepers, as an armed group affiliated with Beijing yet relatively independent in some aspects, also held considerable influence in the Layered Battlefield—mainly relying on Lin Que, ranked one, and Mocha, ranked fifteen, they naturally received the treatment of a super-large private box.

In addition, there was the lone wanderers' mutual aid union, which had a similar nature.

This time, Bai had yet to appear at the competition venue, and at the helm of the lone wanderers' mutual aid union was Wen Yu's gaze—Arcade.

However, Arcade's old rival—Vincent was still serving in the military and doing quite well, so to avoid affecting the moods of his subordinates, Wen Yu didn't meet with Arcade.

But the lone wanderers' mutual aid union only had a handful of members, so there wasn't anything urgent to address.

After simply inquiring about the situation of the oath keepers and the lone wanderers' mutual aid union from Fran, the second elimination round began once again—everything was not much different from the previous sequence ranking battles.

Wen Yu managed to handle the tedious procedures until several hours later when only a few thousand people remained in the main venue, and the real sequence ranking battle finally kicked off.

"The rules of the ranking battle are as follows..."

Golden Armor read the rules for the Nth time, while Wen Yu listened and took a list from Fran.

"These are your ranking routes; you can directly challenge sequence two and then fight Lin Que to take over sequence one."

Indeed, in Beijing now, such arrangements could be made in advance.

And Wen Yu had no intention of being pretentious; he simply glanced at the list and immediately challenged the person ranked ninety-two.

The teleportation light flashed past, and Wen Yu once again stood in the massive arena of the sequence ranking battle...