Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

In the morning, Prince Lu and Empress Han came to watch the battle. This was part of the martial arts competition for the Heroes' Gathering. They had to be present in three ways to show their respect for the competition.

The opening ceremony is one visit, the top 200 to top 100 competition is two visits, and the top 32 competing for first place is three visits.

At this point, the top 100 players were drawn into four groups of 25. Winning two consecutive matches would directly advance them to the 64 seeded players, while winning only one match would determine their place in the top 64 based on their score.

This is how the game with 50 countries is played; luck and skill are both indispensable.

After entering the top 64, the strongest players at the top of the rankings will fight against the strongest players at the bottom of the rankings, and the top 32 will be determined in the end.

Zheng Qian and Fan Tielan were assigned to the third group, Mo Li, Li Mubai and Dong Hao to the second group, Fan Tiexue and Li Sheng to the first group, and Feng Wuhen to the fourth group.

"Zheng Qian, let's go, our third group's arena is at Oriental Square."

Fan Tielan was very excited and didn't even say goodbye to the others before pulling Zheng Qian away.

Upon arriving at Oriental Plaza, Zheng Qian was surprised to see Crown Prince Lu Yan.

Lu Yan nodded to Zheng Qian, who then bowed to him as a student.

Zheng Qian wasn't sure if Tian Jie had been captured by Lu Yan, and he would definitely not be rude before things got ugly.

Feng Wuhen's betting odds opened very quickly, and the betting odds at Oriental Plaza had already started to be blind betting.

"Of the twenty-five contestants, except for Crown Prince Lu Yan and Zheng Qian, all can bet on the outcome. Crown Prince Lu Yan and Zheng Qian can only bet on a few moves, with bets starting at three times the stake."

The owner of the Oriental Casino shouted loudly, and thousands of people surrounded him to place bets.

"I bet Lu Yan will defeat his opponent in the first match with a single move."

"Everyone here is a master; one move is too much. I'll bet three moves."

"I bet Zheng Qian will defeat his opponent in one move in the first match."

"Yes, I also bet on Zheng Qian's first match; he'll defeat his opponent in one move."

The gamblers were crazy, betting at least ten taels of silver, and some even wagered tens of thousands of taels of gold.

Hu Can is the chief referee of Oriental Plaza. After all, the Crown Prince is here, so it is most appropriate for him to preside over the proceedings.

"The draw begins. If one person gets a bye, that counts as winning a match."

The twenty-five people began drawing lots, and Fan Tielan bowed three times to the sky.

"God help me, please don't draw Lu Yan, God help me."

Zheng Qian slapped her on the head: "Tomboy, stop talking nonsense, let's draw lots."

"Hmph, you dare hit my head? I'll beat you to a pulp later."

After saying that, Fan Tielan reached into the box and took out the number seven.

Fan Tielan nudged Zheng Qian's arm and winked at the hand holding the number in Zheng Qian's hand.

Zheng Qian turned out the number: seven.

"Haha, you actually drew the card to fight against me, Zheng Qian, you're dead meat."

Fan Tielan shouted excitedly, drawing stares from everyone who thought she was crazy.

Hu Can's face was cold. He had given prior instructions not to announce their numbers in advance, but he didn't expect Fan Tielan to actually shout them out.

"Fan Tielan, put your number back into the box and draw again."

Fan Tielan's face was grim, but she still obediently put Qi inside.

At this moment, there were still eight people behind them who hadn't drawn their cards yet, including Lu Yan.

Hu Can shook the box three times in front of everyone, and then said, "To be fair, you'll go to the back of the line and be the last one to draw."

Fan Tielan snorted and obediently stood at the back.

Rules are rules, and even if she's a tomboy, she has to follow them.

Lu Yan remained calm, while the other seven looked as if they had lost their parents.

Their chances of drawing Zheng Qian have greatly increased.

After everyone had drawn their slips of paper, Fan Tielan took out the last one.

Upon opening it, Fan Tielan covered her mouth and revealed an excited smile.

She wrote a number on the note: seven.

Hu Can announced the results, and the person who took the time out was Yan Meng.

If Yan Meng wins one more round, he will be guaranteed to advance to 64; if 64 wins one more round, he will advance to 32.

The algorithm for calculating the number of articles is designed to give strong players who were unlucky enough to face seeded opponents a chance to turn things around. As long as they have the ability and a little bit of luck, they can turn the tables and get the ranking they deserve.

The competition has officially begun, and almost all the experts in the Bone Shaping Realm have lost. Now it is time for the experts in the Void Spirit Realm and the Dragon Shaping Realm to compete.

Fan Tielan knew her own strength. Although she ranked seventh in the academy's combat power rankings, she would be at her strongest if she were to reach the top sixty-four among the fifty nations.

There are nearly seventy veteran experts in the Void Realm in Guangxiang Kingdom, not to mention six people ranked ahead of her in the academy.

In his third match, Lu Yanshi once again used his flames to force his enemy back and defeat him in one move.

The Wind City offered fifty times the odds, paying out to gamblers on the spot.

"Haha, fifty times, it really is fifty times! I bet two hundred taels of silver, and now I have ten thousand taels!"

"I regret it. Lu Yan's opponent is a veteran powerhouse, and I only held back by two moves."

"Zheng Qian versus Fan Tielan, how many moves do you have in your favor?"

"It's hard to say about the two of them. If they really fight, Zheng Qian won't really fight them because of their relationship."

Lu Yan's one-move victory allowed many gamblers to make a fortune, but many more dared not gamble on that move.

Next time it was Zheng Qian's turn, and Fan Tielan kept circling around him, so everyone started to hesitate again.

Given their relationship, would Zheng Qian really be willing to punch Fan Tielan away?

"The seventh match is between Zheng Qian and Fan Tielan."

As soon as the referee finished speaking, Fan Tielan excitedly pulled Zheng Qian onto the field.

Zheng Qian couldn't understand Fan Tielan. "You're bound to lose to me, so why are you so happy?"

In the audience, when Fan Tielan pulled Zheng Qian onto the stage, Zheng Qian looked disgusted and immediately burst into a mournful voice.

"Oh no, they're holding hands as they come on stage! I'm betting five moves, am I doomed to lose?"

"Are you stupid? Zheng Qian will definitely let Fan Tielan have at least fifteen moves, maybe even twenty. I'm betting on more than twenty moves, with three times the odds."

"Great minds think alike; I'm also betting on twenty moves."

Fan Tielan didn't care what the audience thought; she was just happy to fight Zheng Qian.

In front of everyone, I want to hold your hand and ask you to come with me.

Lu Yan's face turned ashen. He didn't want Empress Fan Tielan anymore; she was impure.

"Zheng Qian, you are only allowed to dodge, not attack, do you hear me?"

As soon as Fan Tielan finished speaking, the audience erupted in cheers.

"Ah, how could you do this? Zheng Qian, hit her, knock her away in one move."

“Zheng Qian, don’t be fooled by her beauty. I’ll bet you three moves. You’ll fake two moves, and then you’ll knock her away with the third.”

"Beauty is a knife that cuts to the bone, Zheng Qian, hold on! I'll introduce you to my sister, or if that doesn't work, I'll introduce you to my older sister too."

Fan Tielan, hands on her hips, pointed at the audience and yelled, "Shut up, all of you! How the two of us fight is none of your business!"

To be honest, Fan Tielan's fierce demeanor really quieted down the scene.

Taking out a rope, Fan Tielan tied Zheng Qian's hands together.

"I'm most afraid of pain. When I hit you, you're not allowed to hit back."

Zheng Qian: "??"

The gamblers slumped onto the benches.

"Oh no, the young couple is fighting. They're not allowed to fight back. Zheng Qian might even lose."

"I calculated how many moves Zheng Qian would use, but I didn't expect Fan Tielan to forbid Zheng Qian from fighting back."

"You ruthless scalpel, Fan Tielan! I'm going to lose all my savings."

Zheng Qian smiled and quietly let Fan Tielan tie his hands.

Feng Wuhen, all I can do is help you win more money to help millions of people.