Published: March 2, 2025
"Layered Battlefield, Layered Battlefield!"
Arcade shook his head as he looked at the ecstatic crowd in the private room.
"I really wish you could get it..."
Beside him, Carmel seemed a bit envious.
"The Fateful Gourd..."
She was tempted by the reward for sequence two.
"Don't think about it too much; those are beyond our reach," Arcade reminded her nonchalantly, but Carmel just smiled at him.
"What's wrong? Aren't you tempted?"
"Of course I'm tempted, but being tempted is useless. To be honest, I've fought with Vincent a few times in the past two years. His strength is comparable to mine, er, his physical attributes are above eighty thousand. Can you imagine that concept?"
After saying this, Arcade looked at Carmel's shocked expression and couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
This girl has good potential, but she has been stuck somewhere for years. Now, she is nothing special anymore. If it weren't for her title in sequence eight, she might have been eliminated in the challenge.
Nearby, Dick, Vasily, and Kato Akira were all yelling and hollering as if they had already received the rewards for the top five sequences. Dick even envisioned a beautiful prospect of achieving a second-place victory.
What a bunch of hicks, Arcade silently criticized in his heart... You’ll be crying soon enough.
...
In the outdoor spectator area, Walter occupied a shaded spot alone, replaying the recent sequence rewards in his mind. After a while, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
If he could get the Dark Pardon Order, he should be able to ask for some good stuff from Beijing. Yes, indeed, that old man wouldn’t split hairs over such matters... However, with that old man personally stepping into the arena, sequence three would likely be difficult. But the reward for sequence four also seemed decent.
Walter kept calculating the threats posed by the strong individuals in Beijing, when suddenly, flashes of white light began flickering around him.
These challengers couldn't wait any longer...
...
Just as the gentlemen's agreement had been concluded, Wen Yu caught a glimpse out of the window at the arena, where large patches of white light were flickering. At the same time, thin, transparent screens, about the size of A4 paper, suddenly appeared in the hands of Wen Yu and Tang Haofei, with the names and avatars from sequence one to sequence one hundred clearly visible and changing constantly.
The challengers outside could select an avatar from sequence XX to initiate a challenge against that sequence—however, there was no specific power description, meaning whether they encountered a strong or weak sequence depended entirely on luck. Gathering intelligence could also be considered part of one’s strength.
However, the top ten sequences did not need to worry about being challenged, which was a rule-based consideration.
So, all of this had nothing to do with Wen Yu and Tang Haofei, who were content to sit in the private room and watch the smoke rise, as numerous heroes vied for supremacy. However, both closed their eyes in silence, constantly adjusting their own states.
The small skirmishes happening outside were completely trivial; the most critical battle would still occur between the two of them.
...
In the challenge space for sequence sixteen, Lin Haifeng looked at the challenger in military uniform from Beijing, giving him a glance.
The challenger in sequence sixteen first saluted Lin Haifeng, then neatly and promptly chose to surrender.
The outcome was clear; Lin Haifeng didn't even have to lift a finger to take the sequence sixteen position. Before the final match began, that position was sufficient.
Just after being teleported out of the challenge space, Lin Haifeng picked up the information board on the table, watching the continuously changing sequences. Within three seconds, a prompt sound suddenly rang in his ears.
"Challenger Kato Akira has initiated a challenge against you. Countdown: 3, 2, 1..."
"Ah..."
Lin Haifeng sighed softly, having forgotten the magnitude of challenges one would face after obtaining a sequence title—those challengers outside were like rabid dogs, relentlessly attacking any sequence they could find. With ten thousand people and three challenge opportunities each, that amounted to thirty thousand battles, or more than three hundred battles distributed among each sequence.