The next day, Xu Zhen, who had to come to the arena early as a contestant, looked at the ring in front of him as if it had been dressed up overnight, and couldn't help but look up to the sky and yawn.

Flicking away the unknown yellow object with suspected eye feces overflowing from the corner of his eye, Xu Zhen took a step forward and bumped Li Luo's shoulder.

"Hey! Cold Face Superman! What kind of game is this game playing? He asked with a sneer, whispering.

Hearing this, Li Luo immediately stopped, he looked up at Xu Zhen, and then looked down at the left shoulder that Xu Zhen had just hit, but suddenly stretched out his hand.

"Humph!"

As if he slapped his left shoulder with some disgust, Li Luo dropped a cool cold snort, and he left with his hands in his pockets

"Say! Pretend to be struck by lightning, you! Towards the black back in front of him, he made an inexplicable gesture of bending his four fingers and leaving only one middle finger, Xu Zhen muttered in a depressed voice.

"Sleep, you really don't know, do you?" Unlike Li Luo, who had a cold face, the guy named San Francisco in the team came over very well, and he bowed to Asmanu, who was walking in front, and whispered, "When Asma spoke yesterday, you must have fallen asleep standing again, right?" ”

San Francisco has always had an extremely strong interest in this classmate in front of him, and the other party's fighting strength is still another matter, the key is that his strange experience of being able to sleep while standing has already resounded throughout Sawyer Academy half a year ago

E-people still sleep without closing their eyes

"Sure enough!" Looking at the other party's somewhat dazed innocent eyes, San Francisco was directly messy in the wind, and in front of such an important game, he actually dared to stand and sleep without fear

What a name for the god of sleep!

"Although we haven't spoken a few times before, but for the sake of our classmates for half a year, I'll give you a free explanation of how to play the game!" After the mess, St. Francesco whispered with a smile

When Xu Zhen and his entourage followed Asma to their stands, from the mouth of San Francisco, who was chattering all the way, Xu Zhen also had a general understanding of this so-called rookie king competition.

There are a total of 88 contestants, except for the 8 people who directly entered the group stage because they have No. 1 to 8 plates, the remaining 80 people, like Xu Zhen and the four, were directly selected by their respective mentors.

20 classes, each class selected four, all the candidates are personally recommended by the chief tutor of each class, because the final result of the competition has a direct relationship with the mentor's reward, so, the selected 80 freshmen basically cover the entire first-year freshmen in all the elite.

Then there is the flow of the competition, and like some of the major events on Earth in the previous life, the entire schedule is directly divided into two parts.

Knockout and group qualifiers!

The 80 contestants were randomly drawn first, two of the same number as a group, a total of 40 groups of players first played the first round of elimination, and the 40 people who won the victory were naturally the top 40.

After the birth of the top 40, in order to avoid the battle between the strong and the strong as much as possible, the event was directly transferred to the promotion round.

Forty people were randomly divided into four groups, and two of the first 8 players were randomly assigned in each group, for a total of 12 people in a group and a separate group elimination!

The knockout rounds are still held at random, and there is only one player left!

The four group winners of the four groups are the final four finalists!

Then there is the quarter-finals between the semi-finals.

Then, it's the finals

"Holy! Is this a World Cup or a fast man? It's so complicated" Thinking of the five-star golden task in the game, Xu Zhen was speechless

Anyway, why is there no repechage?

No matter how helpless and speechless Xu Zhen was at this time, the few old guys who seemed to be the top of the academy sitting in front of the 'rostrum' still took turns to give an impassioned motivational speech.

Enxiao also showed off the final prize of the competition.

"I can't come with some gold coins or anything, I know how to send some useless weapons and pills all day long! Store goods! It's boring! ”

Looking at the small sword and a bottle of elixir on the rostrum, which were shining with a slight light and were extraordinary, Xu Zhen couldn't help but roll his eyes.

A low-level spirit-level weapon doesn't even seem to be an ordinary purple outfit

In addition to being able to decompose materials, it seems that it can only be thrown into the store

Also, the number of gold coins in the package seems to be running out lately, so I have to find a chance to get some money quickly

In stark contrast to the depressed Xu Zhen, almost everyone in the entire arena at this time was looking at the two things on the stage, with an expression of disbelief on their faces.

Even Li Luo, who has always been indifferent to Xu Zhen, has an extremely demanding look in his eyes

"It's actually the fourth level of the spirit level! I'm rubbing, the fourth level of the spirit level! Bobodi shouted, "And what kind of Fighting Spirit Maker?" Sister Panxi's latest successful mysterious potion! It can make anyone advance to the Dou Ling in an instant! Oh my God, it's incredible! ”

"Humph! Suddenly the vindictiveness is high! Hahaha, this weapon and elixir are mine! "It's the voice coming from the class next door.

"Hey, Su and his classmates, you don't seem to have made it to the audition, right?"

Hearing Bo Po Di's unbelievable exclamation, Asma glanced at Xu Zhen beside him very obscurely, but Bo Gu's unfazed black face showed a meaningful faint smile.

Soon, though, the smile on his face froze.

"Holy! Sleep again! ”

Looking at Xu Zhen, who was sitting there motionless and sluggish, Asma couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth in his heart

The prizes were also displayed, the speech was finished, and the biennial rookie king competition of Sawyer Academy finally kicked off in an atmosphere of high morale!

"Number 23? Which child could be so unlucky? ”

Looking at the numbers on the white wooden board in his hand, Xu Zhen looked at the elite teenagers who were sorting and drawing the numbers in turn, and said to himself in a bored way.

"Hurry up, hurry up, I'm going back to play after the fight."