My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 211: The Final Match

Chapter 211: Chapter 211: The Final Match

Wang Zijia took a deep breath, rose to his feet, and stepped onto the transparent air stairs. He looked around and nodded at the Taoist Seeds he knew, and eleven of them ascended together.

In the massive square, countless people looked up, watching the twelve talented and handsome heavenly prodigies step by step into the air, coming to the transparent platform, and lined up in a row.

The Martial Uncles from the Formation Institute manipulated the Illusion Formation, constantly zooming in on them, broadcasting their appearances to the thousands of sects.

At this moment, the twelve people had truly made a name for themselves throughout the entire sect and became the twelve senior brothers of this session.

Thousands of lights converged, leading to countless people feeling awe and envy.

They wished they could replace them!

"Let me first introduce two Taoist Seeds who didn’t show up yesterday. They are the only two Taoist Seeds who have passed the audit and entered the final directly."

"This person in the middle, I believe everyone is well acquainted with. Wang Zijia, seventeen years of virtual age, peak child. He was promoted to the Taoist Seed five months ago and has risen like a comet. Now he has become a model of Outer Court, our goal for us low-born disciples!"

With the introduction of the chief Formation Martial Uncle, all the light screens gave Wang Zijia a close-up shot, his handsome face immediately attracted countless girls’ admiration from all sects.

"Wang Zijia! Wang Zijia!"

A wave of cheers erupted from below. At that moment, Wang Zijia was beloved by the crowd, as if he were the one they had all been waiting for.

Wang Zijia slightly bowed his fist and saluted the crowd in response.

After a while, the screen switched to Yue Lai, who was standing next to Wang Zijia and was not carrying a wooden stick today, still dressed in his exquisite and casual shorts.

His hairstyle was also not traditional long hair; instead, it was short with a slight flat aircraft-like encoder. Even though this style was very suitable for his facial shape and physique, it was still quite eye-catching among a group of robed immortals.

"The second one, you all should be very familiar with, Yue Lai, virtual aged nineteen, peak child ..... "

The Martial Uncle presiding over the Formation introduced each of the twelve one by one, livening up the atmosphere before suddenly rising to the sky, with illusionary wings flapping behind him, and he floated in front of the massive light orb similar to a sand table, saying, "Now I declare that the final of this sect battle competition begins!"

At his command, Wang Zijia felt a flicker of spiritual light beneath his feet, and numerous runes emerged, forming a transparent eggshell over his body.

"Boom!"

With a loud explosion, he shot up into the sky, carrying a giant light trail, rushing like a comet into the giant sand table light sphere in the middle. During this process, he didn’t feel any discomfort; it was as smooth as if he hadn’t felt the movement at all.

Twelve comet-like trails, carrying huge flames, quickly flew into the light sphere and plunged in.

Immediately afterwards, the individual light screens outside began to enlarge, and one person after another appeared in the screens.

...

Dragging a huge tail flame, Wang Zijia passed through the light sphere. When he regained his senses, he had already arrived in a small world that resembled a Secret Realm.

The entire space was not too large, no more than thirty square miles at most. The terrain was quite complex, with mountains, rivers, forests, canyons, and basins all present.

Wang Zijia quickly descended to a lake nearby. The moment he landed, his speed suddenly stopped, and he was gently placed on the ground.

"Wave!"

With a soft resonating sound, the energy shield around him disappeared, and Wang Zijia set foot on the ground.

The feel of the soft grass beneath his feet was incredibly real.

Wang Zijia couldn’t tell whether this was a real secret realm or just a sand table field temporarily constructed by a Formation.

At this time, a light screen suddenly appeared in front of Wang Zijia.

"The competition will adopt a battle royale mode to examine various aspects of the disciples. The rules are as follows!"

"Firstly, because it’s a competition, extremely sensitive injury detection has been set up here. Once injuries are deemed severe, the contestant will be eliminated from the game, regardless of who the injury came from. Therefore, it is particularly suggested to the contestants not to use self-sacrificing tricks, to avoid eliminating themselves."

"Special Note: Don’t think that it’s completely safe. Every time, there are disciples who get irreparable injuries, or even lose their lives."

"Secondly, in principle, we do not prevent the Taoist Seeds from joining forces, but we do not encourage it. For fairness and unexpectedness considerations, whenever there is a multi-versus-one battle, we will send corresponding sacrificial puppets to the battlefield."

"Note: For example, if the first contestant joins hands with the second and third to besiege the fourth. As soon as the fight starts, two puppets of similar grade will be sent onto the battlefield. The puppets will, in principle, prioritize contestants one to three until the battlefield is completely mixed up, and then a battle royale will begin."

"The puppets that have been dispatched will not be retrieved. Even, after everyone has escaped the battle, as long as the puppet is not destroyed, it will roam around the battlefield, attacking any contestant within fifty meters, and move towards the center as the battlefield shrinks until it is destroyed."

"Thirdly, apart from the contestants’ own abilities, most external forces, such as talismans, magic tools, and elixirs, must be obtained in the battlefield. Even if you managed to bring it in, it cannot be used; otherwise, it will be considered cheating."

"Except for the magical tools determined in advance which will be deployed next to you by default, the auxiliary tools are randomly scattered in the field, and getting additional auxiliary tools depends on luck."

"Fourthly, to speed up the competition and prevent contestants from not actively fighting and wasting time, the battlefield will periodically shrink and the space will be rearranged from time to time to allow contestants to encounter each other. This rearrangement is purely luck-based."

"Note: If contestants deliberately avoid fighting, they will have a higher chance of being rearranged to encounter each other, and the probability will increase over time."

"Fifthly, the ranking of the competition is in reverse order based on when you leave the battlefield. The last one left on the battlefield is the first, and the first one to be out is the twelfth."

"Sixth....."

Even though Wang Zijia was already very familiar with the rules, he carefully read through them. This big melee was similar to the Xianxia version of the Battle Royale in his previous life.

About a quarter of an hour later, the light screen in front of him disappeared, and Wang Zijia regained his ability to move.

He quickly glanced around and saw a spear that had fallen down with him not far away.

Wang Zijia immediately went over and picked up the spear that was stuck in the ground.

This was a second-grade low-level magic weapon, standard equipment, nothing special. It was the arena’s entry weapon for them, other than this, they had to rely on themselves for everything else.

Moreover, according to the rules of the game, the entire field only had twelve sets of auxiliary items.

Including three second-grade talismans (burst, attack, defense), three second-grade healing elixirs, three replenishing Qi pills, a second-grade low-level defense magical tool, making up a set.