In any case, a month later, under everyone's anticipation, the final battle finally arrived.
On this day, whether it was the survivors or other trainees, they all waited at the entrance of the live broadcast room and the studio. The viewing rate reached an astonishing 99%.
After a few months of competition, everyone was mentally and physically exhausted. It was just the right time to watch the last round and decide who the trainee would be at the top.
As the time approached, the excitement and anticipation on everyone's faces became more and more obvious.
Before the time was up, the main system's voice began to deploy the preparation work.
[The panoramic camera is being activated … activation successful.]
[The main system will activate a special camera for the final battle. The camera will only be activated during voting. When the S-level trainees enter the duel instance, it will not be broadcasted.]
This time, the bullet screen in the live broadcast room was in an uproar.
[What, the duel instance won't be broadcasted?]
[Ahhhhhh, I really want to see the duel instance! This instance is a 1v1 duel. With so many S-level trainees, I can finally watch the gods fight. Main system, you can't be a human!!!]
[Although, but, upstairs, the main system is not a human. (doge)]
[I don't care, I don't care. I really want to see the duel instance!! One person's blood letter!]
As everyone was making a ruckus, a long bullet screen sent by a trainee slowly slid past the most conspicuous part of the live broadcast room.
[Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't watch it. The main system will definitely control the speed of the instance. The 1v1 instance won't take long. Moreover, this isn't a game. Only one of the two can survive …]
[Haven't you thought about it? The iron law of the infinite loop has always been that the survivors are not allowed to kill each other. Now that this iron law has been opened, if the process is broadcasted, the loser will not only have to bear the pain of failure and loss of life, but you will also have to watch the process of death. This is too inhumane.]
[Makes sense. I think this big trainee is right.]
As soon as this bullet screen appeared, many survivors and trainees expressed their agreement and support.
Just as everyone started to discuss this idea, the lights in the studio suddenly went out.
Ten lights lit up one by one, projecting from the top of the hall onto the top of the ten highest thrones.
A total of ten S-level trainees, including No.1, who had been missing all year round, sat upright.
He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a budding rose in front of his chest. There was a hint of laziness in his dark golden eyes.
[Instructors will supervise the Final Match throughout the entire process to ensure the progress of the competition.]
[By the way, the instructor doesn't like noisy environments.]
All of a sudden, the rowdy trainees fell silent. None of them dared to breathe loudly.
[It became quiet all of a sudden. They didn't even dare to send any bullet comments for a long time.]
[It's too realistic. As expected of that lord.]
[I'm really nervous. To be honest, I like all the S-class now, and I don't want any of them to die …]
[Me too. Grade S is a very good person. Everyone has their own principles and standpoints. Although there are different standpoints, I still hope that everyone can be safe in the end.]
[I hope everyone is safe, pray.jpg]
.....
[Time's up]
As soon as the hour arrived, the main system immediately activated the local space transfer.
At the same time, the throne at the very top disappeared.
[The Final Battle officially begins.]
[The nine contestants and their mentors will be transferred to a specially prepared venue for the Final Battle Instance Dungeon. All viewers, please move to the livestream to watch.]
.....
After a familiar space transfer, Zong Jiu opened his eyes.
This was a pure white space. It was white and boundless, like rolling clouds and mist. There were only pure white door frames floating in the void.
Ten thrones were arranged in a circle, facing a black conference table.
There was a small symbol in front of each person on the table.
Zong Jiu's symbol was a hollow poker card. Tokumon's symbol was a blue Yin Yang Master's symbol. Further away, Zhuge An's symbol was a grayish-black Eight Trigrams. Fan Zhuo's symbol was the holy emblem of the Blood Breeds. Messiah's symbol was a light golden magic circle. The Dark Wizard's and the Exorcist's symbols were black mist and a drop of bright silver holy water respectively.
Of course, there was also the No.1 Red Rose.
"Good day."
The first to speak was the Devil sitting on the main seat. "As the mentor of this Final Battle, I will explain the rules of this Final Battle Instance Dungeon to everyone."
He lazily put his hands on the table. His gaze slowly swept across each of the Grade-S present. Among them, his gaze lingered on Zong Jiu for an exceptionally long time.
Now was the time for the livestream. As the undisputed focal point, every action of the Devil in the main seat was infinitely magnified.
Immediately, there were bullet comments popping up in confusion.
[Why does the Lord keep staring at the Magician?]
[I want to ask this too. He looked at everyone one by one. He didn't even look at Tokumon. He just fixed his gaze on him.]
[Hasn't the Lord always thought highly of the Magician? It should be an encouraging and admiring gaze.]
[What the person above said makes sense. After all, the Magician has been the only exception for so many years. But why do I feel that this gaze is a bit strange … Followers, don't criticize me. My family is all fine and healthy. You don't have to worry about it.]
.....
Under such a heated gaze, Zong Jiu didn't even raise his head. He didn't even bother to look at the Magician.
The Devil in the main seat wasn't annoyed. Instead, he narrowed his eyes. Like a competent mentor, he began his explanation.
"The main system will randomly assign the Team Instance Dungeon. If one side forfeits, the other side will advance. If both sides don't forfeit, the 1v1 Final Battle Instance Dungeon will begin. "
Just as the Magician lowered his head to play with the poker cards in his hand, he suddenly felt something tugging at his ankle.
Zong Jiu frowned slightly and looked down instinctively.
Of course, he didn't see anything.
Zong Jiu retracted his gaze and decided to ignore it. However, the thing hidden in the void became more and more presumptuous because of his indulgence. Not only did they wrap around his ankles, there were even one or two shadows that sank into his trousers and began to wander around suggestively.
Some people were born to not know what restraint was. They were always insatiable, and it was intolerable.
The white-haired youth looked up warningly and glared at the Devil.
[Oh my god, am I seeing things? Why do I feel like the Magician's gaze is murderous?]
[I saw it too … Is he that courageous? The Lord is clearly encouraging the Magician. This isn't good.]
[As everyone knows, the Lord isn't a kind person. This should be considered offensive.]
[It's over, it's over. Will Magician be hated?]
The bullet screen was shocked and broke out in cold sweat for the Magician.
However, in the next second, to everyone's surprise, not only was the person at the top not angry, he even revealed a mysterious smile. Then, he raised his white-gloved right hand and lowered his head to kiss his fingertips, as if he was sending some kind of signal.
Regardless of whether it was the Rank-S or the spectators, no one understood this action.
The white-haired youth's expression turned colder.
He recalled how he had been so smug the day before yesterday, but yesterday, he had been caught by the Devil and dragged into the bathtub. The Devil had grabbed his hand and licked it carefully. During that time, he had been forced to do some indescribable things.
Hence, the Zong Jiu felt uncomfortable when he saw this action.
The others looked at their interaction and were confused. "???"
Even though everyone knew that there was something unusual going on, they still didn't know what the two were up to.
After teasing the Magician, the Devil who was in a good mood turned around to announce the important matters.
"The competition begins."
[Roger,] the main system said coldly. [The first round of dungeon randomization begins.]
[Trainees, please take your positions according to the symbols that appear on the portal. If you wish to forfeit the competition, please submit to the main system after entering the portal.]
[The first round of randomization, one of the nine Rank-S will be eliminated. For the fairness of the competition, the eliminated trainee will have to pass the instructor's assessment before receiving the right to continue the competition.]
In the next second, the symbols and symbols of the Rank-S trainees began to appear on the white portal floating behind the throne and the conference table.
A few seconds later, a tsunami of discussion swept through the live stream.
[Oh my god … This grouping, what kind of death group is this?!]
[Zhuge vs Tokumon, Poseidon vs the Son of God, The Dark Wizard vs Azan in black, the Exorcist vs the Vampire, the Magician vs …?? Ah … The Magician's luck is not bad, he got the first round.]
[How is this good luck, the person above, wake up … He has such great potential, but he had such an attitude just now. If the Lord was in a bad mood, wouldn't he not even pass the first round?]
[Ahhhhh no!! My heart almost jumped out of my chest when I heard that.]
[There's no need for this, at least the instructor's assessment won't be like a 1v1 dungeon where only one person can survive. If the Magician doesn't pass the assessment, he will only be eliminated. It seems like it's better for him to get the first round.]
Without a doubt, this grouping made everyone hold their breaths.
In these five groupings, all of the groupings were from the same camp.
[Although that's the case, what should we do now? One person in the same group must forfeit, or else we'll still have to fight?]
[I'm also thinking about this problem, at the end of the day, it's still the Universal Wishing Ticket, even if they're from the same camp … If it really comes to this point, wouldn't it be a loss to give up?]
[Also, they can't forfeit at the same time, if they forfeit at the same time, what if they're assigned to the opposite camp? Wouldn't that be a waste?]
[F * ck, this is too difficult, what kind of garbage groupings are these, stupid main system, I give up.]
Zong Jiu looked away.
He didn't look at Zhuge An, but instead exchanged a glance with Fan Zhuo.
The latter's eyes carried a final questioning look, as if asking if he had made the final decision.
Zong Jiu hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Thus, Fan Zhuo stood up first and pushed open the Dimension Door with his symbol.
Seeing this, Tokumon and the exorcist followed closely behind. Zhuge An looked up silently at Zong Jiu, then followed the Yin Yang Master into the Instance Dungeon.
[Live broadcast has been cut off.]
The huge pure white space once again fell into silence.
This was also part of the plan, up until now, everything was running smoothly.
According to the Devil's arrogant personality, he wouldn't have tampered with the competition rules.
In order to prevent suspicions, such as the trainees being worried that if one side forfeited and the other advanced, they would be left in the field to fight in turns, he simply asked the main system to group all the trainees from the same camp together.
This way, as long as both sides forfeited, there wouldn't be any future worries.
Once the other eight Grade S students forfeited, there would only be two people left in the final battle.
This would be the final battle between the Magician and the Devil.
"Baby, what are you thinking about?"
Across the table, the Devil smiled and asked, "Five hours, it's such a long time, it's such a waste to just wait."
"Why don't … we do something meaningful."