Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 810 Provocation

Chapter 810: Chapter 810 Provocation

The group assignment for the 256 participants was quickly completed.

The host, Zhou Meiyu, picked up the microphone again at this moment.

"The tournament group assignment has been completed, and everyone’s number is now on the big screen. I believe there are no questions."

"Next, I will announce some good news that I mentioned earlier."

"According to the temporary decision by the organizing committee, we will provide an opportunity for those eliminated in the preliminary round to advance to the finals."

As soon as Zhou Meiyu finished speaking, everyone present was taken aback.

"Wow, what a great deal, the committee is really thoughtful!"

All those who were eliminated became excited instantly.

"What is the organizing committee doing? We are already eliminated, and now they are stirring things up. Besides, it’s not even an advance to the tournament but directly to the finals."

Naturally, some of those who had just been grouped were displeased. A group of eliminated people could suddenly advance to the finals, which seemed unfair to them.

"Hmm, I don’t think it’s that simple."

"The final selection from the elimination group will be four people. All those eliminated can register for the elimination group with tokens in hand, and each token will be used as half a point."

"The elimination rules are the same as the points elimination rules of the tournament."

Zhou Meiyu didn’t give anyone a chance to speak and quickly explained the elimination group’s advancement rules.

"In other words, the five types of tokens—Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth—can each be exchanged for half a point. A minimum of two tokens is required for registration to have a chance to enter the competition, meaning combining them into one point grants one qualification to perform."

"The points for the same token do not accumulate, and the competition is still a random duel. Because there are many participants in the elimination group, the protection time is shortened to one hour without a limit to the number of daily matches."

"The fighting time is from 9 AM to 9 PM daily, and within the specified time, no fight invitation can be refused. The four participants with the highest point totals will advance to the finals."

After Zhou Meiyu finished explaining the elimination group rules, there was another wave of astonishment around the room.

"Wow, I knew the committee wasn’t so kindly, this is not a revival match, it’s practically a death hell group."

"Yeah, battling for twelve hours straight, even with one hour protection time, but a single tournament match lasts at most ten minutes, meaning in one day, you can have ten matches."

"Plus, it’s infinite. The previous tournament group faced at most three challenges a day with no more fighting. Here in the elimination group, as long as the points are sufficient, you can fight endlessly."

"This is insane, calling the elimination group the hell group isn’t an exaggeration."

"Damn, I threw away the tokens."

A young man pounded his chest, regretting it. When eliminated, he thought the tokens were useless and threw several into the sea in anger.

Although the elimination group rules are harsh, there’s still a chance to prove oneself. But now, without the tokens, he lost that last shot.

The people beside him looked at him with sympathy, relieved that they hadn’t discarded theirs.

The competitors in the tournament group listened to the elimination group’s rules, and shut their mouths, recognizing that competing there requires true skill.

After all, more than 3,000 people participated in the prelims, and only about 200 advanced, meaning tokens are held by only a thousand.

Even if many people have no tokens left or perhaps only one, the number of participants who can conjure up two tokens is certainly not small.

Of course, those in the elimination group can have at most four tokens, roughly estimated to be around six hundred to one thousand participants.

With registration for the elimination group ongoing, the big screen began updating data, and after considerable effort from multiple stations, it took less than half an hour to tally all the participants in the elimination group.

Four tokens account for two points, while two or three tokens count as one point, finally tallying to more than 780 participants.

However, those with two points numbered fewer than a hundred, most only having one time to perform.

"Well, tonight’s schedule ends here. All participants are urged to rest well tonight. Tomorrow morning at nine, we’ll meet at the arenas."

"Don’t rush off."

As Li Feng turned to leave, one person from the Yue Family Martial Arts Hall blocked his path. Yue Family Martial Arts Hall had reached a notable number of advancements this time, seven in total, excluding those who joined later and the fifty from the Xu Family.

Two of these individuals were assigned to group A.

The ones blocking Li Feng were these two, a pointy-featured Zhang Kuang and a burly Zhao Bihu.

Li Feng looked at the two blocking his way: "What’s up?"

"Hey, you don’t know whether there’s something up or not? Stop playing dumb. Why don’t you just go back to being a pretty boy instead of barging in here pretending to be tough."

As soon as Zhang Kuang spoke, it was as if spitting dirt, making him quite annoying.

"Daring to slap Yue Family Martial Arts Hall’s face, you better be prepared."

At this point, Yue Lei, from group C, also approached with several others from the Yue Family Martial Arts Hall.

"Li Feng, you stole Yue Family Martial Arts Hall’s ship, making me feel like Poseidon. We need to settle this account."

"How about this? I won’t bully you. These two are experts from Yue Family Martial Arts Hall, in the same group A with you. Tomorrow, compete against them."

"No matter if you win or lose, all previous accounts will be wiped clean. What do you say?"

Li Feng looked at Yue Lei.

Yue Lei’s sidekick, however, looked at Li Feng with a mocking expression: "Why not dare? You single-handedly fought several from our hall before. If you’re truly scared, you better hurry home; this place is for real men."

"Watch out pretty face, don’t let it get smashed. Otherwise, no woman would fancy you."

"Yue Family Martial Arts Hall’s people are too harsh."

"Don’t mind others’ business."

The members of Xingyi Sect saw Li Feng surrounded by Yue Family Martial Arts Hall and shifted to walk aside.

"Senior brother, will you challenge Li Feng tomorrow too?"

"We’ll see."

"If he can’t even beat Yue Family Martial Arts Hall’s people, he’s not worth my attention," Hua Wushuang said arrogantly.

"What’s this, chickening out? If you kneel and apologize now, we may consider letting you off."

Li Fengtu suddenly sneered.

"Alright."

"Tomorrow morning, see you at the group A arena. Whoever chickens out will crawl under the other’s crotch."

Hearing Li Feng’s provocation, the people from Yue Family Martial Arts Hall were taken aback for two seconds, then burst into laughter.

Zhang Kuang sneered at Li Feng’s acceptance, replying disdainfully: "Your offer lacks some spice. How about this: the loser will crawl under the other’s crotch."

"What do you say, dare to accept?"