The days flew by, and before Xu Jingming knew it, the day of the preliminaries had arrived.
In his chamber, Xu Jingming sat cross-legged, his mind empty.
In over 5,000 years of descending into the Myriad Species World, the first champion had been the Fire Dragonborn powerhouse, Thunderhorn Mountain. The second champion was the Golden Fire Divine Bird, and the third champion was the King of the Mountain Demons. Of the top five in the first tournament, three had claimed first place. The remaining two—the one-armed Giant Ape King and the Rain Tiger powerhouse—had died in the tournament.
The top five selected from the first tournament had been extraordinary beyond comparison. They had either won first place or died.
The fourth champion is a powerhouse of the Poison Dragons, but the fifth champion is a five-meter-tall Sea Tiger powerhouse. If I had participated in the fifth tournament, my strength would probably place me third or fourth.
