Chapter 497: The Newcomer Competition begins! Encountering a siege!

*Hum, hum, hum.

The ground vibrated faintly.

The high platform gradually sank, finally becoming level ground.

Li Yao didn't think much about Kong Kong Jiamu's grouping.

Including Li Yao, all the professionals on the high platform

Everyone walked to the spectator seats closest to the platform to take their seats.

The remaining time was left to these young professionals.

The top professionals from various major factions who arrived later all sat down here.

Seeing Li Yao and the others approach, they nodded in a friendly manner.

When Li Yao sat down,

a hand immediately reached out from behind him, holding a pen.

Li Yao turned his head.

A shy, sweet-looking young girl was blinking her large, doll-like eyes incessantly.

"Please, Big Brother Li Yao, sign an autograph for me!"

"Uh..." He had truly never encountered this kind of scene before.

He took the paper and pen and scribbled his name casually.

"Ehh, Big Brother Li Yao's handwriting is so ugly!" The sweet girl's entire face looked as if it were about to press onto the paper. "But I like it so much!"

"Uh..."

People behind them saw this scene and could no longer sit still.

Those with paper took out paper; those without took off their equipment and handed it to Li Yao.

"Big Brother!"

Li Yao didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Fortunately, Shi Shi Kangshun beside him gave two light coughs and said in a friendly tone:

"It's time for the Newcomer Tournament now; shall we watch the match first?"

"Li Yao is not a celebrity; he is the referee for this tournament, so please do not disturb him."

Everyone thought that made sense.

Plus, the person speaking was clearly a big shot.

They stopped bothering Li Yao and sat back down to watch the match honestly.

Behind the group, a young lady had witnessed the entire scene.

Goddess Jiang Goddess Jiang Ningyu, relying on her excellent appearance

and her innate ability to act coquettishly,

had managed to snatch such a front-row seat.

Now she just sat in the back, watching Li Yao being revered by thousands.

Any single person next to Li Yao was a big shot whom even the principal of their Southwest Martial Arts Academy would have to treat with great respect!

Yet Li Yao was able to chat and laugh among them.

Goddess Jiang Goddess Jiang Ningyu felt as if she had lost her soul.

If...

If we hadn't broken up back then,

would I also be able to sit next to Li Yao, enjoying the attention of thousands?

Regret was like a giant beast, constantly tearing at Goddess Jiang Goddess Jiang Ningyu's heart.

For someone as vain as her,

to have had such glory within reach and yet let it slip through her fingers because of her own actions—

this feeling was more painful than being killed!

And the comments on her phone were even more soul-crushing.

Li Yao appeared on camera.

This massive influx of traffic also brought in some people who knew the inside story.

"Isn't this the streamer's ex-boyfriend?"

"Did they have a falling out? Why are they sitting so far apart?"

"What's going on? The small streamer I follow used to have dealings with Li Yao!?"

"Hahaha! Looks like she's still keeping her family in the dark! Let me tell you the details."

Goddess Jiang Goddess Jiang Ningyu looked at these comments, lost her mind for a moment, and directly closed the screen, ending the livestream.

She stared blankly at Li Yao's back, speechless for a long time.

After a long while,

as if she had come to her senses,

she hurriedly opened the livestream again.

She forced a sweet smile:

"Family, the internet was lagging just now. Let me show you the Newcomer Tournament!"

Money still had to be earned.

At this moment,

all participating professionals were already standing on their respective platforms,

watching all the surrounding professionals with vigilance.

Each of them wore a specially made Some Jingyu bracelet on their wrist.

Once their health dropped to 20%, they would be automatically teleported off the platform and eliminated.

Injuries, even losing hands or feet, were fine.

Outside the arena, there was a team of the most professional healing-class students from Some Jingyu.

As long as they weren't dead, any injury could be restored to its original state in a short time.

Only if a 【Fatal Strike】 effect was dealt could they not be healed.

This was also the only rule for the first round of the Newcomer Tournament:

It was forbidden to intentionally attack vital points to trigger a 【Fatal Strike】.

Some Jingyu did have spiritual items to repair such injuries, but they could not afford such waste.

As the referee,

in the first round of selection,

Li Yao's main task was to observe the four platforms; once he discovered a professional intentionally attacking a vital point,

he would first stop them, and second, declare their immediate elimination.

If the situation was serious and the person was malicious,

they would be sent directly to the Law Enforcement Bureau, with no leniency!

Seeing that everyone was prepared,

Li Yao tapped a few times on the tablet in his hand.

Every professional on the platforms received information on their bracelets.

The competition officially began!

"Boom!"

The sound of skills exploding rang out.

A hundred-person melee!

Countless skills intertwined.

If it were an ordinary platform, it would likely have been blasted to pieces instantly.

The sea of people in the spectator stands watched with adrenaline pumping.

This was a clash of the top Third-Turn professionals in the Dragon Kingdom!

When could one ever see such a scene on a normal day!?

The ordinary people were even more dazzled.

A faint voice sounded in Li Yao's ear.

"The young man favored by our Chief General is in a not-so-optimistic situation."

Li Yao turned his head; an old man beside him was looking at him with a smile.

Shi Shi Kangshun whispered in Li Yao's ear:

"The person in charge from the Magic City Martial Arts Academy who came this time, Jia Jia Yeshuo. Heh, you kid, targeting their students like that, he probably doesn't like you very much."

Hearing this,