Another World: How to Practice Without Spiritual Energy

Soon, the draw began.

There are fifty numbers in total.

Those who draw the same number are opponents.

Many trolls looked down at Moore's face when they went up to draw lots.

"Why are they all looking at Moore when they're drawing lots?!"

"Is this kid that popular?"

"He previously said that he didn't know many people in the Green family."

Yang Wu watched the draw and noticed that many people were looking at Moore.

He thought the kid had been faking his pitifulness before.

"hehe."

Chen Xian gave a soft snort.

"They just took Moore as a lucky sign."

"Boss, are you drunk?"

"Isn't the lucky draw for the next game?"

Yang Wu looked puzzled.

"Lord Yang, the boss means that they all think Moore is the weakest."

"Whoever draws him is guaranteed to win."

"Isn't this just a lucky draw?"

"..."

Yang Wu's facial muscles twitched.

"That Moore kid really doesn't have many friends."

"However, if people treat him as a lucky charm, they're in for a lot of trouble."

The expression on Wanwan's face froze.

As the owner of the Fox Folk House, she was very well-informed.

All of these contestants are at least at the fifth rank.

Moreover, most of them are at least Tier 5 or Level 5.

Even after a month of special training, and with the boss's elixirs, Moore was still able to keep up.

At most, he can only break through to the fifth rank.

The highest level is around 5th tier, level 5.

This is still considered the lowest level among the contestants.

Is Lord Yang confused?

"Lord Yang, Moore is indeed the weakest."

"It's normal for other players to see him as a lucky draw."

Yang Wu curled his lip.

"That Moore kid is a bit weak."

"But he received a month of guidance from our boss."

"How could these people possibly be his match?"

Yang Wu pointed to the arena below, his face full of domineering aura.

It's as if we've already seen Moore win first place.

Taiwan was stunned.

She was internally ranting and raving.

Lord Yang must have had too much to drink.

In her opinion, it wouldn't be easy for Moore to get tenth place.

But now, Lord Yang actually thinks Moore can get first place.

How can this be?

Let's not even talk about Nikki, she's a sixth-order fifth-level player.

That was the undisputed number one player in this competition.

And now Naya has arrived.

Even Nikki might not be able to get first place.

Now they're saying Moore can get first place?

The Taiwanese woman was just about to ask why.

The contestants on the field have been divided into fifty groups.

The competitions were held simultaneously.

All players are in one-on-one situations.

However, they did not directly fight each other.

Instead, everyone pressed their spears together.

His fighting spirit erupted instantly.

"What's the point of this competition if we don't play?"

Yang Wu took a sip of wine, looking bored.

"Lord Yang, this is a unique combat method among the trolls."

Wanwan chuckled softly, her beautiful eyes fixed on Moore's direction, and continued speaking.

"They are competing in terms of fighting spirit; whoever has the strongest fighting spirit will win."

"Moore's opponent is the Massa boy."

"That kid's strength is probably around the fifth level of the fifth rank."

"He is considered to be among the weaker contestants."

"only……"

Taiwan did not continue speaking.

In her view, Moore was previously at the fourth level.

A month is probably not enough time to improve much.

Taiwan has undergone the baptism of Chen Xiandan medicine.

She was well aware of the potency of those pills.

Even so, it would take a month to raise one's battle qi strength to level 5 or higher.

That seems unlikely.

"It's fine if we just compete in spirit."

Chen Xian looked completely unconcerned, showing no sign of worry for Moore.

"If we compare it to other shows, there's not much to see later on."

"Boss, the Taiwanese girl said that we only compete in spirit."

Yang Wu still dislikes the competition.

"The rest wasn't very interesting either."

As a soldier, he believed that competitions should be fought with real swords and spears.

This is how a person's true combat strength can be demonstrated.

Faced with Yang Wu's question, Chen Xian looked at Wanwan.

"Why don't you explain the detailed competition rules to him?"

"Otherwise, he would have gone crazy with worry."

Taiwanese covered her mouth and smiled.

"Lord Yang, although this first round is a contest of fighting spirit..."

"But what follows is the normal competition."

"We beastmen are a race that values ​​strength."

"Fighting is our favorite way of life."

"If it weren't for the Green family holding the game in their ancestral homeland..."

"There will definitely be many orcs coming to watch."

Upon hearing this, Yang Wu finally smiled.

"That's good."

On the playing field.

When the Massa boy saw that his opponent was Moore, his smile grew even brighter.

"You're lucky to have met me, you piece of trash."

"It would be easier to just admit defeat."

"Otherwise, I might accidentally injure you."

The only response he received was the spear that Moore offered him.

The Masa boy's eyes turned cold the moment he saw the spear being handed to him.

"Hmph, you asked for this yourself."

He charged forward with his spear.

The powerful battle aura of the fifth rank erupted instantly.

Moore was the only contestant who had previously been a fourth-order player.

He was already quite famous among all the contestants.

Just then, Moore on the field had already knocked his opponent away.

The Massa boy looked incredulous.

"Aren't you a fourth-tier player?"

"How can it be……"

How could I possibly lose to you?