James’ words stirred up a huge commotion. Everyone was already impressed James could fight the Great Celestial Rank’s early stage while only at the Sovereign Sixth Rank. They found it unbelievable that he wanted to challenge five opponents at the Great Celestial Rank’s late stage.
An inter-rank battle with such a vast difference had never happened in the Dark World’s history.
“Please think about it again, young man. This is not child’s play. You can’t be so careless. If you lose, the prize pools you’ve earned until now will be gone. You’ll be left with nothing,” Halianor reminded again.
“It’s alright. I’ve already thought about it,” James replied calmly.
“If that’s the case, I’ll respect your wishes.” Halianor stopped trying to persuade him.
“The next battle will take place in ten thousand years.”
Halianor gave James 10,000 years to heal his injuries and restore his strength. Moreover, he had to allow the other races more time to prepare. James’ prize pool was huge, and ordinary races could not afford to participate. Even powerful races with abundant resources would think twice about risking so many resources, as it would impact them significantly if they lost.
It was hard to predict whether the other races were willing to challenge James. In the case that nobody participated in the battle, the Yefteros would have to send five of their disciples at the Great Celestial Rank’s late stage. That would mean they had to place an enormous bet consisting of a large amount of resources.
Halianor returned to his audience seat. He scanned the area, looking at the influential leaders of the different races. Although a few leaders were absent, most of their core elders had come to spectate the battles.
“Anyone interested in participating in the battle, please inform us as soon as possible.”
After speaking, Halianor left the collapsible space.
An uproar immediately broke out in the crowd.
“Oh my god! He’s crazy!”
“The battle hasn’t even begun, but I’m already nervous.”
“Forty-nine fighting five opponents at the Great Celestial Rank’s late stage will go down in history!”
The powerhouses discussed amongst themselves.
Latrusse looked at Lemuel and asked, “Does Forty-nine have some sort of trump card up his sleeves?”
“Sir Halianor, I doubt anyone can fight an opponent so much higher in cultivation rank. I suspect Forty-nine’s cultivation rank isn’t at the Sovereign Sixth Rank’s early stage. He must’ve used some kind of trick to hide his true strength from the Yefteros.”
A few powerhouses raised their concerns.
“Since we have to place such huge bets to participate in the battle, we should reevaluate his cultivation rank.”
Halianor nodded lightly and said, “I understand everyone must be worried we purposely planned these battles to cheat your resources. Since our integrity is being suspected, we’ll have a public assessment of his cultivation rank before the match. With so many of the Dark World’s powerhouses gathered, I’m sure he can’t play any tricks with everyone watching.
The spokespeople were relieved by his words.
Halianor then proceeded to pick five races to participate in the battle. As for the Yefteros themselves, they had no intentions of getting involved.
The Ancient Races’ Mevryees and Yefteros did not take part in the battle.
The Zoltrumms and Suuntelis, who had lost a lot of resources in the previous battle, were not pleased. Therefore, they participated again. They would not completely regain what they had lost since there were five challengers this time, but they were satisfied winning back a fraction of it.
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