Chapter 369: Lan Qingyou Takes the Stage

【You have been selected by a random arena, please confirm whether to enter within 10 seconds】

【Yes】 【No】

【10, 9, 8, 7, 6...】

Looking at the continuously decreasing countdown numbers above, Lan Qingyou raised her eyebrows.

Sitting here 'dryly' for over an hour, she had finally waited her turn.

Thus, she also imitated Ingrid's manner from earlier and greeted everyone.

"Alright, now it's my turn to go fight."

"You're going too?"

Just as Lan Qingyou was greeting everyone, Vivian to the side also stood up, then looked at Lan Qingyou in surprise.

Lan Qingyou nodded.

"Then let me go in first. You wait for the countdown to finish before going in, otherwise I'm afraid of friendly fire."

After speaking, Vivian quickly tapped it, and then entered the arena.

That's true.

Since everyone was already so familiar with each other, there was no need to mutually consume each other in this kind of 'audition' stage.

So Lan Qingyou simply did as Vivian suggested, waiting until the countdown was about to end before pressing it.

After all, it couldn't be determined whether the end of the countdown meant abstaining or forced entry.

Just to be safe, Lan Qingyou still slightly modified the time agreed upon by the two of them.

Anyway, since they were already staggered by a few seconds, it should be fine.

As per tradition, in the time it took to close and open her eyes, Lan Qingyou arrived on the very plain arena.

However, when she opened her eyes and saw clearly who was opposite her, she immediately rolled her eyes.

That's right, the 'enemy' opposite her was no one else, it was precisely Vivian.

"Didn't I tell you to stagger it by a few seconds?"

Seeing Lan Qingyou, Vivian also froze for a moment, then stared with eyes full of doubt and asked.

"I did stagger it, I clicked in the last second."

Lan Qingyou shrugged helplessly.

"Looking at it this way, if it wasn't pre-arranged by the World Will, then it can only be said that our luck is bad."

Vivian also sighed.

Since they had arrived on the same arena, then naturally there couldn't be any peaceful way to resolve this.

Both of them knew this clearly, which was why one felt helpless and the other sighed.

Of course, the two of them still had another choice.

That was to surrender or admit defeat.

Then the question arose, who would surrender to whom? Who would admit defeat to whom?

Whether it was Lan Qingyou or Vivian, it was impossible for either of them to do such a thing.

Vivian went without saying.

The Vampire clan leaders under her command were all watching from the third-floor spectator stand.

If she surrendered or admitted defeat right after going up, not to mention anything else, her prestige would definitely be greatly discounted.

She certainly wanted to just run away directly, but regrettably, she now had that damn idol baggage just like Lan Qingyou, and couldn't be as carefree and unfettered as before.

And Lan Qingyou's situation was basically the same, only slightly completely different from this socially anxious Vivian: she had never thought about surrendering or admitting defeat.

"Current number of viewers: 1,185,136,612."

"What do you mean?"

Lan Qingyou's sudden reading of numbers made Vivian frown.

"The number of viewers in the bottom left corner of the field of vision."

"Oh, you're talking about the live broadcast."

They naturally knew about the live broadcast.

Currently, major cities and various regions all had live broadcast Sky Screens.

Although it was a novel thing that only appeared an hour ago, now, more than an hour later, it had already lost much of its heat.

Only the live broadcast content could still 'satisfy people'.

Like right now, for example.

Although Lan Qingyou just said there were over 1.1 billion people, this number of viewers was still rapidly rising at a rate of about a hundred thousand people per second.

Witch of Origin VS Vampire True Ancestor.

With such a huge gimmick, presumably everyone wanted to watch.

Who was the Witch of Origin, who was the Vampire True Ancestor; for these people who wanted to improve, it was naturally crystal clear.

"Is this something we can watch at this stage?"

"According to common sense, shouldn't a battle of this level wait until something like the semi-finals or finals to be staged?"

"I don't get it."

"If you could understand the World Will's intentions, then you could go be the World Will yourself."

"Who cares, let me take a look first and see how capable this overly hyped Witch of the Tower actually is."

"The way you say that, it's as if you could exchange a couple of moves with her."

"Hehe, whether I can or not, I'm just annoyed looking at that showy Witch."

"Is it because you yourself didn't become a Witch?"

"Ridiculous, I am a gentleman, why would I want to be a woman."

"Who cares about this or that, I only know that both of them are very good-looking, the kind that makes me fall in at first glance."

"Is that the Witch of the Tower? Just as the rumors said, she's exceedingly striking!"

"Ah! I think I'm in love!"

"Get lost, what's so good about Witches. In my opinion, Vampires are the race that best fits our aesthetics. I just wonder if this True Ancestor could come bite me, I'm willing to be her blood slave."

"You better shut up. A blood slave? Your abacus beads are popping right in my face."

When they saw the rather gimmicky title and the figures and faces of the two appearing on the Sky Screen or monitors, some Transmigrators who originally didn't pay much attention to this matter that had nothing to do with them also began to pay attention to the battle on the Sky Screen.

This caused the battle between Lan Qingyou and Vivian to instantly become the focus of the entire continent.

Of course, at the same time, it also left the people of the Manor on the third-floor spectator stand speechless.

"To think they could actually run into each other, it's simply defying the heavens."

"Isn't that right. Originally, to prevent friendly fire, multiple preparations had already been made, but in the end, the most undesired thing still happened."

"Compared to this, between Tower and High Priestess, who do you guys think can win?"

At this time, Chariot Olf very suddenly, but also very reasonably, asked this question.

After all, since they were both standing on the arena, neither of them were the type to admit defeat, so this battle was unavoidable.

Moreover, former thrill-seekers, after becoming the thrill themselves, absolutely could not escape the fate of being treated as a thrill by other thrill-seekers.

So...

Who would win?

The moment Olf asked this question, it instantly occupied the minds of all the Manor members.

The two of them were similar in erudition, and both belonged to one of the original five major races.

The key was that because they had done instances together, everyone was very clear about their combat power.

Although they all knew neither had used their full strength in the instances, and definitely still had backup plans and trump cards, this thirst for knowledge to find out still made people unable to endure.

No matter what, they were all researchers. How could the thirst for knowledge of those who do research be small?

So one by one, those guys who were just indignantly criticizing the battle rules shut their mouths after Olf asked his question, staring intently at their respective tablets, wanting to see who would win.

"Right now, there are probably a lot of thrill-seekers waiting to watch us make a joke out of ourselves."