Traveling to the future, the story with the orc king

While waiting for the results, Long Yan whispered in Lin Ziyu's ear, "Ziyu, do you want to guess who has the highest score?"

Lin Ziyu also asked in a low voice: "If you guess correctly, is there any reward?"

Long Yan whispered in Lin Ziyu's ear: "You guessed right. I'll grant you one wish." His tone was a little ambiguous.

Lin Ziyu turned his head and glanced at Long Yan, thinking to himself: My wish is to push you down once, but it seems impossible to achieve it. So he said, "I won't guess anymore."

Soon, the judges finished their review. Bai Ge returned to the stage, cleared his throat, and announced loudly, "Now I'm going to announce the results. The first place winner is..." Everyone held their breath, nervously awaiting the announcement. Long Yan and Lin Ziyu also looked towards the center of the stage curiously, wondering which orc was so formidable that he could stand out from all the challenges.

"The winner of this competition is Mo Yu! He answered 91 questions correctly!" As Bai Ge's passionate and excited voice rang out, the entire venue instantly lit up. As if a bombshell had been dropped, the crowd erupted in deafening exclamations. People whispered to each other, disbelief evident on their faces.

Long Yan and Lin Ziyu exchanged glances, each filled with surprise. They had never heard of Mo Yu before. And yet, this unknown young orc had won first place with such astonishing results, truly impressive.

Under the gazes of the crowd, Mo Yu steadily walked onto the stage. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, his steps steady and powerful, each one carrying an invisible aura. His deep, luminous eyes gleamed with a resolute confidence, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

At this point, some people in the audience began to murmur. Some shook their heads in confusion, because they hadn't noticed anything extraordinary about Mo Yu during the competition. Yet, this seemingly ordinary young man had ultimately become the biggest dark horse in this fierce competition.

Bai Ge took a deep breath, calmed his excitement, and then continued reading: "Second place is Feng Tianyi, who answered 90 questions correctly; third place is Hu Xinyue, who answered 88 questions correctly; fourth place is She Yanxi, who answered 87 questions correctly... Ninth place is Lang Xiaoyi, who answered 80 questions correctly... Eleventh place is Lu Lumeng, who answered 74 questions correctly; twelfth place is Hu Haoyue, who answered 73 questions correctly... Thirty-sixth place is Kong Mingzhu, who answered 41 questions correctly."

As Bai Ge announced each contestant's ranking and the corresponding number of questions they had answered, the previously noisy atmosphere gradually quieted. The participating orcs lined up neatly on the stage in order of their ranking. Each person's expression varied: some were ecstatic, some slightly disappointed, and some looked displeased. But without exception, they all expressed respect for the announced results.

Bai Ge then leisurely carried an exquisite wooden box from behind him and placed it on the table in front of everyone. He explained, "Students, the second part of this competition is the martial arts test. Next, you'll draw lots to determine your opponents. After the first round, the participating students will be divided into two groups: the winners' group and the losers' group. Regardless of which group you're in, a fierce ranking competition will begin. Okay, now, please invite all students who have registered for this competition to step forward and draw their lots!"

Mo Yu, who had placed first in the written exam, walked to the desk with steady steps and a confident expression. He then took a deep breath, reached into the wooden box with his right hand, and after a moment, he pulled out a crystal-clear jade token.

He handed the jade token to the host, Bai Ge, who took it from Mo Yu. He looked down at the name on the token—Lu Lu Meng—and announced loudly, "The first pairing is between Mo Yu and Lu Lu Meng!"

Upon hearing the result, the crowd erupted in cheers. Lu Lumeng frowned slightly, having unexpectedly faced Mo Yu, who had placed first on the written exam. Mo Yu, however, remained expressionless, merely nodding politely in Lu Lumeng's direction.

Bai Ge smiled and said, "Please invite the second place Feng Tianyi to come on stage and draw your opponent."

Feng Tianyi walked onto the stage with graceful steps, his posture as straight as a pine tree. He walked to the wooden box, reached into the box, and quickly took out a jade token.

Bai Ge took a look at it and announced loudly: "Feng Tianyi versus Luo Feng."

When Luo Feng in the audience heard his name, he clenched his fists and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, as if he had been looking forward to fighting with Feng Tianyi for a long time.

Next up was Fox Xinyue, who placed third in the written test, and so on, She Yanxi, who placed fourth... Those who were chosen were skipped. The remaining thirty-two contestants nervously stared at the table in front of them, silently praying for a relatively favorable opponent. Soon, the draw results came in, and the thirty-six contestants were divided into eighteen groups to face off against each other.

Meanwhile, the host, Bai Ge, standing in the audience, turned around after the drawing and looked up at the podium. Sitting in the center of the podium was an orc dressed in gorgeous purple clothing. This orc had a dignified and imposing appearance, emanating an awe-inspiring aura.

The orc gently waved his arms, his movements graceful yet imbued with an invisible pressure. A powerful psychic energy suddenly emanated from his hands. In the blink of an eye, eighteen massive arenas suddenly appeared out of thin air in the center of the previously empty venue!

Seeing this scene, Lin Ziyu, who was watching the game from the audience, couldn't help but widen his eyes, his face full of surprise. He could clearly feel the orc's psychic power was strong, even much higher than Long Yan's. He couldn't help but lower his voice and ask Long Yan beside him, "Brother Yan, do you know who that orc on the podium is?"

Long Yan's face remained calm as he reflected that Uncle Jiu's spiritual power had increased by another level. He then softly replied, "He is the Ninth Imperial Uncle, Long Qing. He possesses spiritual powers of both water and lightning attributes, both reaching level twelve. He is the dean of the Imperial Academy and an elder of the Dragon Clan!"

When the massive, sturdy arena appeared before everyone, the entire scene instantly became bustling with activity. The host, Bai Ge, soared majestically above the arena, shouting in a high, passionate voice, "Orc warriors, please enter the arena quickly! The competition is about to begin!"

As soon as the words fell, the thirty-six orcs participating in the competition were all in high spirits, their eyes sharp as they looked at their opponents. They exuded a powerful aura and a desire to fight. Then, according to the pre-arranged order, these orcs, in pairs, walked towards the ring with firm and powerful steps.

Meanwhile, the orcs watching from the audience were also ignited by the prospect of this spectacular match. They were incredibly excited, shouting at the top of their lungs, some cheering on their favorite players, others simply venting their excitement and anticipation. For a moment, the shouts and cheers rose and fell, resounding through the sky, as if to shatter it.

The thirty-six participating orcs all stood on the ring. Some waved to respond to the orcs watching below the ring and interacted with them, while others stared at their opponents with nervous expressions.

"Everyone, please pay attention, the competition is about to begin." said the host Bai Ge.

The orcs from various tribes were participating in the eighteen arenas. They were of different heights, weights and bodies, but without exception they were all strong and healthy.

At that moment, the reactions of the orcs competing in the arena varied widely. Some, unable to contain their inner urge and fighting spirit, instantly pounced on their opponents like tigers descending from the mountains, launching into a fierce and brutal fight. Their punches and kicks flew back and forth, each move imbued with boundless power and might, drawing waves of applause from the audience.

However, some orcs remained remarkably calm and composed, standing still on the ring like statues, their eyes fixed on their opponents, as if the outside noise and fighting had nothing to do with them. But a closer look revealed that these orcs were secretly gathering strength, adjusting their form, and waiting for the perfect moment to deliver a fatal blow.

Soon, host Bai Ge noticed that winners had already been decided in each of the eighteen arenas. He said in surprise, "Hey! The winner of the thirteenth arena has already been decided. Let's congratulate the winner—Kong Mingzhu."