Yes, the finals format of the elite competition is the most torturous wheel battle!
Because she didn't know much about the Elite Club before, she only found out about this rule by asking around yesterday.
As Elder Mu Lingzhi said, this is a tradition that has been going on for many years.
Because of this, everyone says that the more people who enter the finals, the more advantage their college will have.
There are four people from Qianfeng Academy, but there are only two on their side, which is almost equivalent to one versus two.
In such a situation, it is really difficult to win.
You don't need to think about it to know how fierce the battle will be.
Elder Mu Lingzhi’s voice continued:
"In a moment, I will randomly select one person to be the first defender. This defender can choose his opponent at will from the remaining eight people. The loser will be eliminated and the winner will be eliminated.
Continue to defend the ring, and you can continue to choose your opponent. The final winner will be the last person standing! "
In fact, this rule is not fair. Obviously, the later one takes office, the more advantageous it is.
But there is no absolute fairness in this kind of thing.
The Elite Club is not only a competition between individuals, but also a competition between the three major colleges.
The person who can win this final must either be strong enough to fight against many, or the academy is powerful enough to support them until the end.
As Mu Lingzhi spoke, he raised his wrist and pulled out a bamboo stick from the wooden box that had been prepared nearby.
Seeing this, everyone held their breath unconsciously and stared at the bamboo stick in his hand without blinking.
This first defender has the least advantage, so no one wants to be drawn.
Mu Lingzhi glanced down, and then slowly revealed the bamboo stick.
"The first ring guard - Qianfeng Academy, He Zitong!"
A low and powerful voice spread far away in the huge Qingming Square!
After a brief pause, countless pairs of eyes looked in the direction of Qianfeng Academy.
A young man who looked about twenty years old had his face stiffened for a moment.
He is tall, thin and unremarkable looking.
Ye Xiyue also glanced over there, and quickly looked away.
She had some impression of He Zitong. He was at the peak level of a spiritual master and had good strength, but he was only good.
A large part of the reason why he was able to enter the finals was that he was lucky enough to win a weaker opponent than him in the preliminary round.
But now...with his little skill, I'm afraid it will be difficult to hold on to this round.
He himself was obviously aware of this and looked quite nervous.
Lu Huaining looked at him and said quietly:
"Don't worry about winning or losing. Once you get on the court, just try your best."
Song Yihan next to him also echoed:
"Your Highness is absolutely right. The four of us here can't lose, right? You just need to choose an opponent and try to consume the opponent's strength as much as possible."
These words made people feel a little uncomfortable, but He Zitong also knew that with his own strength, he could only do this.
With Song Yihan's current status, he was indeed qualified to tell him this.
So, he took a deep breath and nodded.
"I know."
After saying that, he straightened his collar and walked towards the arena.
Mu Lingzhi asked:
"He Zitong, you can now choose one of the remaining eight people to be your opponent. Who do you choose?"
He Zitong subconsciously raised his eyes and looked at Nanshan College.