Chapter 1007: Chapter 1005: Pandering for Attention (Part 2)
“Draw your lots!” Moku sneered, “Whatever lot you draw is what you get. There’s no going back, and certainly no withdrawing from the tournant just because your lot doesn’t suit you. Let emphasize this one more ti: once the lot-drawing begins, it signifies your commitnt to participate in the Sect War and the Evil Sea Cage Battle. There’s no turning back. Now, this is your last chance to regret.”
As Moku spoke, he made no attempt to conceal his gaze, directly targeting Su Chen. Every word seed aid at Su Chen’s ears.
“Brother Su, go for it!” Nalan Qingcheng had already walked to Su Chen’s side. Nangong Wu, Yun Xi, Jun Luoying, Xiao Zhen, and the other won also gathered around him, cheering him on. “Brother Su, you’ll definitely draw a lucky lot.”
But what exactly is a lucky lot? The epito of fortune would be the South Region, inhabited by only one million evil things—undoubtedly the best choice. The North Region was decent as well, still considered a fortunate lot, with one and a half million evil things. A good pick.
The West Region, however, was a bad lot, where three million evil things road, making it a fearso prospect.
As for the hellish East Region? In the eyes of the won, there was no way Su Chen would draw that. There was only one such lot, with a 1 in 31 chance. Too slim. Were Su Chen to sohow pick it, that would truly mark the pinnacle of misfortune.
Su Chen nodded and, like everyone else, made his way to the lot-drawing barrel.
Then.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, ensuring no foul play was at work.
The thirty-one participants from the Six Great Sects each drew a lot!!!
In the blink of an eye, the thirty-one lots found their way into the hands of thirty-one people.
“Master, I drew the South Region lot.” Ji Yueqing was the first to speak, her beautiful face filled with delight. The best lot—she was halfway to victory.
“The best lot?” Elderly Hun Qing was montarily stunned, then broke into a smile, a sigh of relief in her heart. Securing the South Region lot significantly lowered Ji Yueqing’s risk of death in the Evil Sea and even presented a chance at first place.
“West Region!”
“I got the South Region!”
“South Region here!”
“West!”
“I’m in the North!”
…
The Martial Cultivators began to reveal their lots, reactions mixed with joy and dread.
Among them, Xuu Chi, Wei Ding, and Ji Yueqing had exceptional luck, all drawing the South Region.
Dong Shenxu and Luo Zisheng followed—both had the North Region.
Ye Zhihen, Helian Sha, and Hao Hao drew the West Region.
The remaining twenty or so Martial Cultivators were roughly evenly distributed between the South, North, and West Regions.
From start to finish, Su Chen alone remained silent.
The Martial Training Field buzzed with debates over the participants’ lots.
But bit by bit, an increasing number of Martial Cultivators began casting peculiar looks toward Su Chen!!!
Because, it seed, except for Su Chen, everyone else, like Xuu Chi, Wei Ding, Ye Zhihen, and Dong Shenxu, had announced their lots. Everyone knew their designations.
By process of elimination, Su Chen was the only one unaccounted for.
And what was more terrifying—the singular East Region lot had yet to be claid.
So… could it be? Su Chen had drawn it?
Not only were the waves of Martial Cultivators looking at Su Chen with shock and disbelief, but even Nalan Qingcheng, Nangong Wu, and the other won stared at him in tense astonishnt, unable to believe their eyes.
Sheng Yingkun’s face turned ghostly pale, despair flooding his heart. “No… no… it can’t possibly be such a coincidence, right?”
Moku, on the other hand, smirked coldly—a mocking, playful sneer.
Elderly Hun Qing, Ji Yueqing, Ye Zhihen, Zhang Danhe, Xuu Chi, and the others fixated their gaze on Su Chen, their expressions a mix of pity, lant, and condescension.
“Su Chen, what lot did you draw?” The silence was broken by Moku. He blinked deliberately. “Why so quiet?”
“Seems to be the East Region.” Su Chen maintained his composure, glanced down at the lot in his hand, and nodded, “Hmm, it’s the East Region.”
With Su Chen’s confirmation.
In an instant.
The crowd erupted!!!
The heavens were condemning Su Chen to death…
The sole East Region lot, a 1 in 31 chance… and Su Chen had drawn it. What more was there to say? It was as though even fate wanted him dead.
Sheng Yingkun nearly fainted.
Nangong Wu and the other won turned pale, biting their lips, unsure of what to say.
“Master, it seems your disciple won’t have the chance to personally avenge you. I won’t even need to lift a finger—this self-proclaid number one in the Buddha Domain will likely die in the Evil Sea. Five million evil things, and he’ll be facing them all alone, ha…” In the dead silence, Ji Yueqing mocked with a sneer.
Her taunts triggered further reactions from the crowd.
Indeed!
The crowd seed to suddenly rember the most terrifying aspect of this situation. Beyond the staggering number of five million evil things, the real horror was this: Su Chen was the **only** participant assigned to the East Region. That was what made it utterly hopeless.
Su Chen alone against five million evil things.
In contrast, the other three regions? Even the West Region, with three million evil things, had ten Martial Cultivators, aning each faced around 300,000. The South and North Regions were even less oppressing—each participant faced rely 100,000 to 150,000.
By comparison, Su Chen’s predicant was not just harder—it was dozens of tis harder!!!
Certain death.
No question about it.
“Young boy Su…” Sheng Yingkun could no longer hold back. He hurried to Su Chen’s side, his expression anguished and his voice heavy. Yet before he could even string together a sentence, Moku’s voice rang out from a distance, “Brother Sheng, if you intend to persuade Su Chen to withdraw, save your breath. We all agreed beforehand: once a lot is drawn, there’s no going back. Heh… openly defying the rules would not end well for anyone.”
“Right!”
“Indeed!”
“Brother Mo is absolutely correct!”
“As it should be!”
…
Elderly Hun Qing, Zhang Danhe, and the others echoed in agreent.
Kicking a man while he’s down.
It was the perfect mont to do so.
“Master, don’t worry.” Su Chen smiled faintly.
Even now, Su Chen was able to smile.
“Attention-seeker.” Xuu Chi, standing next to Moku, sneered disdainfully.
At first, Xuu Chi had harbored so curiosity and expectations about Su Chen. After all, Su Chen had once been the legendary number one, even if only briefly. It was an accomplishnt nonetheless.
At this mont, however, Xuu Chi felt nothing but disgust and aversion.
To him, Su Chen was nothing more than a clown—a desperate, attention-seeking clown. Su Chen’s persistent calm and supposed confidence were laughable, pathetic even. Surely, on the inside, Su Chen was crying, paralyzed with fear and regret, his facade nothing but a hollow lie.
“Young boy Su, are you really okay with this?” Sheng Yingkun gritted his teeth, his voice low yet resolute. “If worst cos to worst, we’ll fight!!!”
Sheng Yingkun had already prepared for the worst-case scenario—to rip apart the agreent. At most, it would an the destruction of the Supre Heavenly Fire Sect. In any case, if Su Chen were to compete and et his death, it was likely the Blood Demon Palace and other sects wouldn’t spare the Supre Heavenly Fire Sect either. Under such circumstances, why let Su Chen throw his life away?
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