"Now we'll begin drawing participants for the first event. By the way, the arrangent for the first event is..."
Gu Mo, with a smile on his face, reached into the box, saying this. However, for so reason, his words paused slightly as he glanced towards a certain direction in the sky, then looked up at the sky before returning his gaze and nonchalantly continuing from where he left off:
"You can probably guess what the first event is. After all, this is the world's number one Martial Dao tournant, naturally, it must fit the the and promote the spirit of Martial Dao... But I hope everyone understands one thing, the spirit of Martial Dao is not about reckless fighting. I organized this event specifically to promote understanding in this area."
"So, I hope that no matter who gets drawn later, both parties should uphold the basic spirit of fair competition, making friends through martial arts, and exchanging insights. It's important to stop when appropriate. If one party has already been defeated, the other cannot continue pursuing, as that is disgraceful..."
He repeatedly warned, indicating his intention to severely crack down on such misconduct: "If such a situation occurs, we will severely punish the violator, imposing fines as high as five yen per violation, and all fines will be compensated to the deceased to cover their loss..."
"Alright!"
"That's right, I support this!"
"Fantastic, Broken Throat!! I love you—"
As always, amidst the thundering applause and cheers, Visakha and the others clapped with a wooden expression, feeling that their future was bleak and full of worries.
This madman seed to deliberately want them to kill each other like in a gladiatorial arena; his words inside and out implied this... No, it's not even implied, it's flat-out stated!
"The first one... Let's congratulate Mr. Yato! You've won the lottery, congratulations! Please co up to the stage!" Without giving everyone ti to think carefully, the arrogant man on stage had already pulled a slip of paper from the first box, glanced at it, and then announced the result with a laugh.
At the sa ti, a spotlight instantly fell on a tall building, highlighting a purple-haired, blue-eyed young man with a cold and somber face, drawing countless onlookers' attention and letting everyone know who the lucky winner was.
"What a coincidence. Although I just ntioned the na of Mr. Yato, I didn't expect him to be the first drawn, a fortunate connection... But I believe you all can understand, this is rely a coincidence. Our drawing process is absolutely fair, open, and just..."
The green-masked host on the stage feigned calmness with a few dry laughs, earnestly explaining this, reaffirming that his shady operations seed impeccable.
anwhile, he also looked in Yato's direction, supplenting the rules for the upcoming match in a loud voice:
"Mr. Yato, please co up to the stage. Rest assured, considering the different specialties of each participant, for a Martial God like you, Mr. Yato, it's allowed to bring a divine artifact into the arena. That little girl in your hand is quite cute, her na is Fei, right? You can bring her with you on stage."
This is also a very reasonable matter, which I believe everyone can understand.
So people excel in the Handless Victory Style, where fighting unard is their strongest combat strength, while others excel in swordsmanship, and banning weapons would essentially strip them of their best skills... Thus, Gu Mo does not intend to restrict weapon use.
Moreover, among those who will be thrown into the ring by his manipulation, is there anyone who isn't a disgrace in this world, or doesn't rely on a divine artifact to accomplish sothing?
Therefore, restricting this area is aningless and would only make the competition less intense, potentially turning it into a light match if no one gets killed... there's nothing entertaining about that.
"..."
"..."
Nonetheless, on that tall building, Yato remained silent, his eyes twitching hard a few tis before shaking his head and saying lightly, "No need, I don't require this kind of lottery opportunity..."
"Sorry, but in principle, lottery opportunities cannot be refused, Mr. Yato..." Gu Mo interrupted his words with a smiling face, "Please cooperate and co up to prepare now."
"I don't need it, arrange it as you like." Yato calmly replied again, now feeling utterly disinterested in everything, and even lifeless, abandoning the previous drive and completely giving up the idea of striving for a shrine for himself.
Already having a weary world view, after all, he even hated his own wretched fate, only yearning for release... life and death like floating clouds, there's nothing to fear.
Since he's not even afraid of death, Yato naturally has no more scruples—he simply doesn't want to cooperate, and the other side can't do anything about it.
"..."
"..."
In brief silence, the scene quieted down.
Visakha and the others subconsciously held their breaths, not wanting to breathe too hard, staring intently at the scene in front of them, eager to see how things will unfold next... On the stage, Gu Mo silently looked at Yato over there, and soone beside him tily handed over a rifle.
Already loaded, just waiting for him to reach out, do so aiming, and pull the trigger to complete the series of actions—
Just like a while ago when he perford the scene of "not hitting won" like this.
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