I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 158 Declaration of Rules

"The rules are very simple. A win is worth one point. The more points you accumulate, the higher your ranking. I will tell you the ranking of points below." Gloria bowed to everyone in the duel field and continued.

: "First place, Eusebio from the Blackthorn Arena!"

There was another burst of cheers on the stage, and the volume overwhelmed the cheers of all the previous players. It can only be described as overwhelmingly popular.

As the defending champion of this Black Thorn Competition, Eusebio's strength was obvious to all in his previous battle with the giant lizard.

"Second Place"

Lancelot was still looking at Gloria intently. The blue-robed mage in front of him made him unable to concentrate at all, and he didn't care what the other party said. Besides, the boy was not interested in this so-called ranking.

"No. 25, Night Elf Rilla from the Dark Mountains!"

Warm applause rang in Lancelot's ears, and suddenly Eusebio next to him nudged him with his elbow, wondering: "Lancelot, why are you not on the list?"

"Ah?" Lancelot looked confused, obviously not aware of the problem, and asked in surprise: "Eusebio, is it true?"

"Twenty-sixth, Felix, the Wind Sword Saint from the West Coast!"

"What's going on? Why are there still twenty-six?" Lancelot and the other twenty-four contestants present all looked surprised.

Gloria glanced at everyone coldly and said lightly: "Fellow warriors, don't you know that the number of participants in the final is thirty-two?"

"Thirty-two?" Eusebio spread his hands, looked left and right and continued: "But we only have twenty-five contestants here, where did the remaining seven go?"

The blue-robed mage had a cold expression, glanced at Eusebio, and then raised his tone: "Due to some special reasons, the remaining seven contestants cannot meet you at the opening ceremony, but I guarantee that you will see them when the competition starts.

Their heroic appearance!”

"Eusebio, why do I feel something is wrong?" Lancelot lowered his voice and said to Eusebio beside him: "Why can't those guys come to the opening ceremony?"

Eusebio shook his head and expressed his ignorance: "This is Lord Harvey's arrangement. Such a decision must have been made after careful consideration."

"Okay." Lancelot sighed softly. Now he was fully alert and listened carefully to Gloria's next list of seven people.

"Number 27, the Giant Orc from Howling Wind Grassland!"

Giant orc? What the hell? Lancelot felt his mind was in chaos and found that he could hardly understand what Gloria was saying.

"Thirtyth place,*&%￥#."

Not only Lancelot, but also the more than 50,000 spectators on the stage were silent now. They had no idea what Gloria said.

However, Gloria had no intention of stopping her explanation and continued to read the name of the next contestant.

"Thirty-one,&*%￥#."

"." The entire Blackthorn Arena fell into an awkward silence. The audience suspected that there was something wrong with their ears. They looked at each other, feeling that their IQs had been insulted.

"Thirty-two, Lancelot from the Blackthorn Arena!"

"Pah, pah." Only a small portion of the audience applauded on the stage, and most people were still thinking about what the blue-robed mage had just said.

Lancelot heard the sparse applause and couldn't help but smile awkwardly. Although his points were at the bottom, there was no need to be like this.

However, the boy was more concerned about the "them" that Gloria just mentioned, which obviously did not refer to humans, but probably monsters like monitor lizards.

Although these guys don't have high IQs, their superior fighting talents make fighting them very difficult.

"Regarding the ranking of points, due to special reasons, some contestants directly advanced to the finals, so their points are all zero!" Gloria glanced at the twenty-five contestants in front of her and continued: "This time

There are thirty-two people participating in the finals, and sixteen players will advance to the next round. According to the new rules of the competition, the top six players currently ranked in points will directly advance to the next round!"

Damn it, there is still such an operation.

Lancelot glanced at Eusebio beside him. There was no expression change on the other man's face. It seemed that it was not important to him to advance directly.

"The remaining twenty-six players will be assigned their opponents according to the points ranking and compete in the first round of finals in sequence. The winner will successfully advance to the next round!"

"However, there are only 14 places in the second round of the finals. Except for the six players who directly advanced in the first round, if the original rules are followed, the remaining eight places will be based on the accumulated points of the winner, and the one with the highest points will advance first.

"

"But, if the points are zero, doesn't it mean that you are not qualified to advance?" Upon hearing this, Lancelot immediately raised his doubts to the blue-robed mage.

"In order to prevent the rules from damaging the fairness of the competition, we have made more humane modifications to the original unreasonable rules. The thirteen contestants who won the first round of the finals will be judged by the Black Thorns judging panel according to the contestants' arena.

Based on their performance, the seven players with the highest combat effectiveness scores will be selected, and they will successfully advance to the second round of finals."

Gloria raised the corner of her mouth slightly when she said this, and her tone became a little excited: "As for the last place to advance to the second round of the finals, we will hold an extra brawl, and the surviving warrior will naturally advance.

Quota!”

Lancelot's heart froze when he heard this. The boy joined the game halfway, and he didn't get any points in the last game because it was a multi-player battle.

Even if he was lucky enough to defeat his opponent in the first round of the finals, based on his assessment of his own strength, his overall combat effectiveness would probably be at the bottom.

In other words, if he wants to advance to the second round of the finals, Lancelot can only win the first gladiatorial battle and kill the remaining five players in the additional brawl.

After Lancelot learned this rule, the expression on his face was as ugly as eating shit.

Originally, his strength was at the bottom, so it was a blessing to be able to defeat his opponent 1V1, and he also had to participate in a 6-man brawl.

According to the rules of the Brawl, theoretically, only one player can survive.

So even if Lancelot defeated his previous opponent one-on-one without any danger, he would most likely be the first to receive the lunch in the big brawl.

Eusebio advanced directly to the next round as the defending champion, but he had no one to rely on, and there was no doubt that the odds were against him.

"Lancelot, what's wrong with you?" Eusebio asked when he saw the boy crying.

"Nothing, nothing."

(End of chapter)