Chapter 1510: 1510 **Chapter 1510: Round-Robin Tournament in a Mild Simulated Battlefield** Dongfang Ze focused all his attention on Lin Moyu, "I want to see what number you will get, Lin." No matter how impressive Lin Moyu’s previous performance was, his cultivation realm was still at the fourth rank of the God King. When he first arrived on Fire Seed Island, he was at the third rank of the God King. He used the Time Room to advance one rank, reaching only the fourth rank of the God King. Among all the participants present, Lin Moyu’s realm could be ranked in the bottom ten. Lin Moyu flew up casually, without releasing any soul pressure. He grabbed a jade bead as casually as plucking a leaf from a tree. The jade bead shattered, and the light converged above Lin Moyu’s head. Under everyone’s watchful gaze, the number was revealed. Number 1! Lin Moyu had a matter-of-fact expression as he landed back on the ground. Throughout the entire process, he remained calm and composed, giving others a profound and unfathomable feeling. "How is this possible!" "His soul is so strong!" "He’s a monster, right? He’s only at the fourth rank of the God King, so why is his soul so strong?" "His soul surpasses all the small God Sovereigns, at least at the middle stage of the fourth grade." "His soul far exceeds his realm. How did he cultivate like this?" The pitch-black Dongfang Ze stared at Lin Moyu, unable to show any expression. If he could, the scene would be unimaginable. He wanted to say something but closed his mouth instead. Now he dared not say anything, for fear of being punished. That thunderbolt had sobered him up, making him realize what he had done wrong. Qing Fei’s battle intent surged, "I want to fight you." Lin Moyu smiled slightly, "If we both make it to the end of the competition, perhaps there will be an opportunity." His meaning was clear: defeat the others first, and then you might encounter me. This sentence carried an inherent dominance. Qing Fei did not question it but nodded, "Okay, let’s meet at the end." The conversation between Lin Moyu and Qing Fei made it seem as if they had already divided the championship and runner-up positions, not giving anyone else any face. Dongfang Ze clenched his fists in anger but dared not say anything. Some people’s battle intent also rose, unwilling to accept this. But most would not speak. Empty words were useless; it was better to fight with real swords in the competition. Ten minutes later, everyone had obtained their respective numbers. The jade beads disappeared like bubbles. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶 The voice of the Human Emperor Network sounded again! [Next, the competition rules will be announced.] [One, everyone’s realm will be suppressed to the first rank of the God King.] [Two, only divine artifacts and puppets below the God King realm are allowed.] [Three, soul attacks and causing death are prohibited.] [Four, soul pressure is not allowed.] [Five, the loser is eliminated, and the winner advances.] [Six, during the competition, no one is allowed to leave the City of the Competition. Violators will have their competition qualification revoked.] The rules were simple, with only six items. They were almost the same as what they had learned before, with no significant differences. The voice of the Human Emperor Network sounded again. [The competition will begin tomorrow. All participants will be automatically teleported to the arena ten minutes before the start.] [The opponents will be determined by the numbers drawn.] [In the first round, the odd-numbered contestants will fight.] [Contestant number 1 will have a bye in the first round and automatically advance to the second round.] [After the top 16 are decided, the competition will proceed to a round-robin tournament, followed by the finals after the round-robin tournament ends.] Originally, there were no byes in the first round, but Lin Mohan’s sudden withdrawal from the competition caused a bye in the first round. As the number 1 seed, Lin Moyu naturally had the qualification to advance, which was undoubtedly the case. No one would think that Lin Moyu would be eliminated in the first round. Lin Moyu guessed that if there were no accidents, he would likely have another bye later on. From 499 people to the top 16, there would be a total of five rounds. After five rounds, the top 16 would emerge, but even those eliminated would not be completely out. There were 100 spots in the Divine City, and after deducting the 99 people who already had spots, they still needed to find the top 100 from the Four Star Regions contestants and grant them entry into the Divine City. However, they were not suitable for an elimination tournament, so a round-robin tournament was the most reasonable choice. Lin Moyu thought about the hundred arenas in the competition venue and the timeline of previous competitions. He muttered to himself, "The round-robin tournament will likely be very intense." In his prediction, to complete the round-robin tournament in a short time, the battles would have to be high-intensity, with almost no rest time. The round-robin tournament seemed like a competition, but with one battle after another, even if injured, there might not be time for recovery or treatment. It leaned more towards a battlefield. "No!" Lin Moyu instantly negated his own thoughts, "On a battlefield, the intensity of the battles would only be more severe. The enemy would not give you any rest." "It can only be considered a watered-down version of a battlefield, mildly simulating the situation of two armies clashing." "Opponents one after another, endlessly fighting." "In battle, no matter if injured, exhausted, or even having to switch opponents at any time." "The Human Emperor Network used precise wording and did not announce the specific rules of the round-robin tournament, indicating that the rules would have many variations." Lin Moyu fell into his instinctive analysis again. In the first round of battles, he would have a bye, so he did not need to pay attention to his opponent. Unlike others who had already quickly locked onto their opponents and started analyzing them. At this moment, the voice of the Human Emperor Network sounded again. [The information of all contestants has been distributed. You can review it yourselves.] The formation rumbled into activation, and everyone’s vision blurred as they found themselves back in the City of the Competition. Lin Moyu was still sitting in the pavilion by the lake, his posture unchanged. The previous scene felt like a dream, making it hard to distinguish reality from illusion. Even Lin Moyu, at the fifth-grade Purple Jade Soul realm, was momentarily dazed. After a few seconds of contemplation, he could only say that the Human Emperor Network was too miraculous. Initially, he thought the Human Emperor Network should be at the Beyond the Shore level. But now he no longer believed that. An ordinary Beyond the Shore expert should not have this ability. As for whether a Saint Sovereign had this ability, he could not yet determine. Among the Beyond the Shore experts, why was there a special title of Saint Sovereign? It was worth pondering. The cultivation system was rigorous, and any title did not come out of nowhere. A Saint Sovereign must have surpassed other Beyond the Shore experts in some way; otherwise, there would be no such title. "Is it simply because of their strength? That’s unlikely!" "It seems that everything can only be understood after I reach that realm myself." "For now, it’s too far away, and overthinking is meaningless." His ears twitched, and Lin Moyu looked towards the lake. A person was walking on the water, graceful like a fairy. He opened his hands, conjuring an illusory bow. He shot an arrow towards the lake, the arrow silently piercing the water and then retracting, with two large fish skewered on it. Lin Moyu couldn’t help but laugh, "Brother Xu, are you planning to eat fish?" There were fish in the lake, and Lin Moyu saw them every day. But during these days, he had never thought of eating them. Xu Jianxing held the two large fish, "Tomorrow the competition begins, so I need to replenish my body today." "That’s a good excuse." Lin Moyu couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Xu Jianxing had found a good excuse for himself. Xu Jianxing skillfully scaled and gutted the fish, his movements so practiced that it was heartbreaking. He clearly often roasted fish, like a professional. Flames ignited in his palms, and he used the laws to create fire, roasting the fish in mid-air. The fish rotated on their own in the air, without him needing to manage them. Soon, the aroma wafted over. Xu Jianxing took out two jars of fine wine from the Divine City, "Tomorrow is the competition, so I can’t drink too much today. Just one jar each."