Just as Severin was trying to figure out the use of the numbers on the token in his hand, the nine peak masters came to Oskar. One after another, they began exining the rules of the tournament.”


    You can gain points by defeating the opponent and advance to the next round. Furthermore…”


    Severin understood the rules after Oskar’s exnation. Each token in their hands was equivalent to a point! The basic principle of the game was simple-snatch the tokens from the opponent’s hand to increase one’s own points. Those with the most points would then face opponents with simr points after advancing to the next stage.


    At the same time, all contestants were allowed to use their trump cards, such as spiritual treasures, pills, spells, and various divine techniques in the arena. Only one restriction was imposed, and that was not to kill one’s opponent.


    Those who were at risk of death could silently chant ‘I concede’


    while grasping the token tightly. They would then be escorted out of the arena. After all the rules had been exined, Oskar officially announced that the tournament had begun.N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner.


    The names of two thousand contestants were called and allowed to enter the arenas topete. Most of the disciples were level two or level three supreme saints, and thus evenly matched. Severin nced briefly at the matches and opted to meditate. After some time, the winners across countless arenas were decided, and the second round of the tournament soon began.


    The token in Severin’s hand turned slightly hot all of a sudden, signaling that his turn hade. He opened his eyes suddenly, and a sh of light burst forth from his pupils! Severin immediately stood up and ran toward the nearest arena, where he soon realized that his opponent was a mere level four supreme saint.


    As the sight of Severin, that opponent had a bitter smile and said, “Have mercy on me!”


    Severin nodded in acknowledgement. His opponent then made the first move and produced a fan-shaped spiritual treasure. He raised his hand and waved at Severin, producing divine light that whipped up a hewing gale. The opponent’s attack brought a smile to Severin’s expression, and he raised his hand to touch the oing wind. The surrounding space then seemed to turn still and block the wind out.


    Feeling a little unhappy that his attack was dispelled that easily, he reached into his spatial ring and took out a golden sword. A sonic boom was directed right at Severin. The sh from the golden swordnded on Severin’s body, but a metallic clink was heard and all that resulted from the impact were sparks.


    When the sword bounced away and demonstrated the sheer futility of even the strongest attack in the disciple’s arsenal, a wave of disappointed washed over him. He handed over his token in despair and said to Severin, “You win!”


    Severin raised his hand to take the token, which fused with his own and increased his by a point. The disciple, having lost his token, was teleported out of the arena.


    In less than a few minutes, the second round was over. The third and fourth rounds came, and Severin’s attainment level as a paragon allowed him to clinch easy victories against many of the disciples, whose strength was only level six or level seven. Like a shark in a tank full of fish, he umted points swiftly, taking only half a day to reach a hundred points. At longst, Severin finally met his first worthy contender-Riley, one of the core disciples.