Wanjie Athletics, I choose Zhang Sanfeng to start

Even if it was just a short competition, it still demonstrated their powerful deterrent power to the heavens and all races.

After watching all the competitions, many creatures are still reminiscing about the aftertaste, unable to calm down for a long time.

The heavens and all races... There are too many, too many things that have never been seen, heard, or perceived.

It was as if there was a huge polymer of information, stuffed fiercely into the heads of the creatures, forcing them to digest it quickly.

"It's a pity that we can't predict who the opponent will be in the next game. Otherwise, we can arrange and combine players specifically for this purpose to achieve targeted suppression." An analyst in charge of battlefield analysis sighed.

At this time, the human race competitors are grouping in a more reasonable way.

Except for Cao Zhe, Gong Ruolin, Zhang Bairen, Luo Feng and a small group of cutting-edge beings, who belonged to the versatile wanderers in the field, they could be combined freely, and Cao Zhe decided whether to play or not.

Most of the elites are still handed over to specific analysts to carry out suggested permutations and combinations.

After all, in a game, the combination is also very important.

Competitors who have conflicts with each other should avoid as much as possible and not be arranged in a group.

Avoid delaying the progress of the entire competition due to some people's own reasons.

Whoa!

A huge noise came suddenly from a distance like a wave.

In the human competition area, people looked sideways, some jumped up high, and looked into the distance, trying to see what happened.

"Some races have been wiped out!"

"Their seats are all empty!"

"It really all disappeared, as if they never existed."

"Have you noticed? The arena seems to have shrunk a little... Could this be my illusion?" People were discussing. Although the current ranking of the human race is safe, the feeling of anxiety is still spreading.

Huge fear is gathering above the arena.

Cao Zhe raised his head and frowned.

Such a situation... seems to be in conflict with the so-called 'truth' he recognized.

Chapter 729 Them

"Ethnic cleansing is done because of the fear of spreading fear, leading to unpredictable risks."

"But put all the heavens and all races together in an arena, let us fight to the death, and eliminate them face to face on a large scale."

"It's like deliberately indulging fear, letting fear be released in a very short period of time."

"Why?" Cao Zhe was circling this question in his mind, but no one could give him an answer.

The spirit of civilization of those human races will not come to solve his doubts at this time.

In the three preliminaries, the rules were not strict, and the supervision was not in place, so it was reasonable to use some tricks quietly.

Now that the competition is officially underway, if you continue to go up and down like this, you will easily cause public anger and become the target of public criticism.

Especially those arena hosts who have already lost all their races early on, can go into a kind of sick madness.

They won't win anymore, and they won't tolerate other aspects to win easily.

Such a psychological situation is easy to speculate and simulate.

At this time, ordinary competitors just feel that the arena is shrinking.

And Cao Zhe is very sure that the arena is really shrinking.

Along with five hundred races, they were wiped out in an instant, and after they disappeared, the vacant positions were also intercepted.

The Ten Thousand Realms Arena shrank a small circle inward as a whole.

Of course, this arena is still too big to measure.

All living beings are still like ants in the midst of it.

After eliminating the last five hundred races, the next one thousand races were weakened to varying degrees.

Whether it is population reduction or civilization regression, it may be random...or it may be determined according to the potential of the race.

Near the area where the human contestants were located, people saw a race that was originally civilized and 'modernized' regressed into a state that seemed to be drinking blood.

The original advanced and high-level have returned to barbarism and ignorance, just like a group of 'savages' who have not yet got rid of their primitive existence.

"If civilization is useless, it's better to return to barbarism." Cao Zhe looked at this race with degraded civilization, but he didn't despise them.

If there is anything more barbaric and cruel than this superficial barbarity, it must be the rules of the arena.

Letting a seemingly well-developed race that was originally civilized return to a primitive and ignorant state, to return to its wildness... It may not be an absolute punishment.

Maybe there is another kind of vitality.

Of course, for Cao Zhe to choose, he would prefer to stick to the present.

Elimination and degeneration happen right before and around the eyes of many races.

The cruelty that seemed to be blurred and unclear, was so direct and bright, like a steel knife, that it was smashed in front of all living beings.

Tore apart their last unrealistic expectations of reality.

Cruel... showing their ferocious fangs, and all the creatures who survived under these fangs did not feel sincerely happy for the short life after the catastrophe.

Because no one can guarantee whether they will end up in the same way the next moment.

"We... must win!"

"We...will definitely win!" Hongyu sat behind Cao Zhe and muttered softly.

With a wave of his hand, Cao Zhe moved her from the position behind him, put her on his lap and hugged her.

"Yes! We will keep winning!" Cao Zhe said firmly.

"If you win...do you really win?" Hongyu seemed to be trembling, but she firmly stopped the trembling of her body.

She didn't want to show weakness at this time.

Today, the human race does not need to be weak.

And weak people are not worthy of sitting in the front row.

Cao Zhe knew what Hongyu meant.

This idea, is it only Hongyu who has it?

Many people...even many living beings, what they are worried about is that this is a conspiracy to kill.

Let the heavens and myriad races fight each other, let them target each other, and then gnaw a little bit, and finally kill them all.

In this competition, there will be no winners, no living race.

This is the cruelest and most unacceptable.

"Don't worry... I won't wait until then." Cao Zhe said the first two words in a low voice, and put the latter words in his heart.

Cao Zhe cheated in order to win, of course!

In addition, it is also for learning, growing and improving.

The spirit of civilization said that the former Cao Zhe missed them by taking three vertical steps.

At this time, Cao Zhe had already taken the first step, and was still two steps away.

However, taking two more steps to reach the height of the spirit of civilization is obviously not enough to solve the problem.

Therefore, Cao Zhe had to continue walking.

Go out of the fourth step, the fifth step, the sixth step... until the problem can be solved.

Whether there will be no way to go, whether you will be stuck at a certain pass, and you will never move forward, these should not be thought about, let alone worried.

And just go forward!

Wanjie Arena gradually began to appear to lack 'voice'.

The races that survived by chance did not cheer or rejoice, but began to mourn in silence.

At this moment, race seems to no longer have a distinction between righteousness and evil.

Such a concept is meaningless in the current arena.

In this almost absolute silence, the Featherborn God appeared again.

His appearance broke the brief silence.

"The first match is over!"

"Unfortunately, some races have bid farewell to us forever."

"Let us be here and grieve for them."

"However, we can't stand still...!"

"A side note... I am not satisfied with the contestants of the Feather Illusion Clan. No. 8... This is not a particularly good ranking. I hope you will work harder." The Feather God was not polite carry private goods.

Perhaps this is his prerogative as the 'host'?

The contestants at this time no longer have the energy to get closer to the Feather God.

So the Featherborn God continued to speak.

"For some reason, some of us feel that this kind of competition still lacks a little bit of fun and challenge."

"That's why we decided to temporarily hold a special competition... even if it is a special field for the second competition. Those who are willing to participate can sign up actively, and we will select from the registration races."

"About this special competition, first of all... we will simulate a dying universe, and put part of the actual scene in the real universe into this universe."

"Afterwards, we will arrange one hundred races to participate in the battle, each bringing a world and ten competitors into it."

"This special competition will be ranked according to performance, and the evaluation points obtained will be much higher than ordinary competitions."

"Of course... As a punishment, in this competition, the evaluation of the poorly performing races will also drop significantly, and it is very likely that they will fall directly from the upper zone to the lower zone."

"So, I suggest... those races who are in a disadvantaged position can fight hard and take the initiative to sign up. The races that are currently in the upper zone should be more conservative." The Feather God spoke continuously.

His attitude is still gentle.

Even deliberately and well-intentioned!

But there are always smart people, combined with his previous "private goods" speech, have some guesses.

Chapter 7 Thirty Promises

"There is a problem here!" Zhang Bairen leaned behind Cao Zhe and said calmly.

Cao Zhe didn't reply, just picked up Hongyu, and gently put it aside with her shy expression.

The scorching gazes from behind almost melted Cao Zhe's back.

And Cao Zhe was always calm and relaxed, without any guilt.

The monster turned into a Daguan knife, and reluctantly moved to a more remote place... The position next to Cao Zhe before belonged to him.

"The Featherborn God's suggestion... combined with his previous intention to encourage the Feather Illusion Clan, it seems a bit hypocritical."

"It's a bit deliberate to mislead and lower the grade of the competitors of the Yuhuan clan."

"But if you think about it a little more, you can't help but feel that this is still a deliberate attempt to deceive a group of self-righteous powerful people." Zhang Bairen continued to analyze.

Many competitors sitting in the second row, third row, and fourth row are thinking about this question.

Most of Zhang Bairen's analysis can be summed up by them.

It is not difficult.

The difficult thing is, at this moment, how should the human race choose.

It seems that choosing to participate in this special battle is wrong, and not choosing... is also wrong.

A sudden war of hundreds of clans directly brought the upper circle races that had been a little relaxed back to the state of panic.

A large number of human race competitors at the back seemed to be shouting such words as 'don't participate', 'normal competition' and 'play safe'.

On the premise of already possessing 'stability', even knowing that there are thorns everywhere, it is still inevitable to indulge in the 'illusion' of stability in front of you.

"What is the essence of the Ten Thousand Worlds Competition?" Cao Zhe asked.