Chapter 463 I like this selection method
Yang Haobai and his group were the last to arrive, but they were standing at the very front of the crowd.
Regarding such a scene, it doesn't matter whether you really don't care or you are just feeling unhappy inside.
Anyway, no one made any noise of ridicule or anything.
Those who can participate in the re-election are considered the elites of each city. These elites may have different strengths, but they all have one thing in common.
That is, they are all smart people.
Smart people will not get into trouble over trivial matters.
Shortly after Yang Haobai and his group arrived, Wang Tianyu turned his gaze to the city wall.
In fact, not only him, but almost all the candidates in the audience looked over there.
The candidates have all arrived, and if nothing goes wrong, the re-selection will begin soon.
How will the re-election be conducted this time and what will be the selection method? The result is on the city wall.
At this moment, on the city wall of Zhenxi City, there were also densely packed figures standing.
These figures are the spectators of this re-election.
If it weren't for the Divine Dynasty's regulations, non-nobles would not be allowed to watch the Qianwang Conference.
Well, a “small” city wall certainly cannot accommodate all the spectators.
Of course, ordinary spectators certainly cannot decide the rules for the rematch.
The only person who can truly decide the rules of the semi-finals is the man standing in the center of the city wall.
He was a very thin man, and judging from his facial features, he looked quite similar to Yang Haobai.
That’s right, he is Yang Haobai’s father, the supreme ruler of the western ruling area, King Zhenxi.
The new King of Zhenxi was called Yang Zhao. Wang Tianyu knew very little about him. Apart from his name, he knew basically nothing about him.
In fact, not only him, but Wen Gang also knew very little about him.
This Yang Zhao was parachuted in from the Central Administrative Area, and he has not been in Zhenxi City for long .
Therefore, the specific information about this King of Zhenxi has not yet been widely circulated.
"Everyone, I'm sure you all know who I am, but I still want to introduce myself."
"My name is Yang Zhao, the King of Zhenxi in the Western Region."
When he said these words, a fierce momentum began to burst out from Yang Zhao's body.
The power of this aura is extremely great, and it is an aura unique to warriors at the Martial King level.
Under the pressure of this momentum, everyone felt as if they were being pressed down by a mountain.
Under the pressure of this momentum, it became very difficult to control the body, let alone speak.
Yang Zhao is very powerful and he controls his aura very finely.
There are tens of thousands of people on the field, and their strengths vary. Because of their different strengths, everyone feels different levels of pressure.
This oppressive force seemed to be only intended to stop everyone from speaking, and had no intention of crushing them to death.
Because of this oppressive force, the field immediately became a quiet place where you could hear a pin drop.
"Now that we have introduced ourselves, let's get down to business."
The pressure Wang Tianyu felt was enormous. If it was an ordinary Four-in-One and a Half-Step Martial King, he would not have the energy to think about anything else.
But his strength is very strong, far exceeding that of warriors at the same level.
Therefore, he could handle it easily this time, and even had the energy to guess what the multiple-choice pattern was.
"Is it a tournament? A free-for-all? Or is it the same luck-based selection method as last time?"
The Qianwang Conference is held every few decades or so. The last Qianwang Conference was held thirty-five years ago.
At that Qianwang meeting, the rules adopted for the re-election were very strange.
Because he adopted a selection method that relied on luck.
I don’t know if the King of Zhenxi back then was afraid of trouble or if there was some special meaning behind it.
Anyway, he prepared a number plate for each contestant.
Then he put the number plates together and randomly picked out a few hundred.
Those who were selected by him will be considered to have passed the re-election.
Those who were not drawn were naturally eliminated.
This kind of selection method is not uncommon.
This has only happened once in the entire selection history of the Qianwang Club.
In the words of the King of Zhenxi, luck is sometimes more important than talent.
No luck, no resources.
Without luck, there would be no breakthrough.
Wang Tianyu doesn't like this kind of luck-based selection method at all. He is even afraid that the same thing will happen this year.
Luck is such a mysterious thing, it is completely uncontrollable.
If the selection is based on strength, Wang Tianyu is not worried.
As long as he doesn't face that Yang Haobai, he can be said to have a sure win in the re-election.
Even if he faced those six-in-one half-step Martial Kings, he was not worried.
He is confident that he can pass the test based on his own strength, but if it depends on luck, he has no confidence at all.
"For this re-election, I have prepared a token for each of you."
When he heard this, Wang Tianyu's heart suddenly tightened.
"Is it true that what you fear will come true?"
Different from Wang Tianyu's nervousness, those weaker contestants were all filled with joy at this moment.
If strength is considered, then those candidates who have not even reached the half-step Martial King realm will basically be destined to be runners-up.
But if it comes down to luck, then everyone is back to the same starting line.
In other words, the chances of promotion of a seventh-grade martial master and Yang Haobai, a seven-in-one and half-step martial king, are exactly the same.
"There are a total of 10,023 people participating in this round of re-election. I have prepared 10,023 tokens."
"The materials and patterns of these tokens are exactly the same. The next selection will revolve around these color tokens."
Hearing this, Wang Tianyu became even more worried.
No matter how you listen to these words from the King of Zhenxi, it sounds like he wants to test his luck again.
"See that big mountain? Wait a minute. All of you will be put into that mountain."
"The rules for this round of re-selection are very simple. You have to snatch tokens from others. As long as you get 10 tokens, you will pass."
"Remember, you only have half a day. If you don't get enough tokens within half a day, you will be eliminated."
"Oh, I forgot to tell you that in order to make this rematch more interesting, I released some monsters into the mountain."
"Thirty Half-step Martial Kings and eighty Martial Sect-level monsters."
When he heard this, Wang Tianyu felt relieved.
"A free-for-all? This is much better than relying on luck. I like this method."
When he heard the specific selection rules, his eyes lit up.
"This time, no means are prohibited in the selection process, including group attacks, assassinations, sneak attacks, traps..."
"As long as you can use it, it's all fine."
The King of Zhenxi continued to speak, and as he spoke more, the rules of the re-election became clearer and clearer.
