Becoming evil makes you ten times stronger, but becoming a demon gives you hundredfold strength

During the day, everyone gathered on the high platform and heard the words of True Lord of Bai Yang.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The conditions stated by True Lord of Bai Yang made everyone's heart chill, for it was forcing them to turn against and slaughter one another.

Out of twelve thousand people, only a thousand would remain; the rest, more than ten thousand, would have to die, and the voting was the greatest obstacle due to the opposition from one-tenth of the influential figures.

The ones ranking last in combat power, of course, wanted to opt for random draws or to cling to someone powerful, but why would those ranked higher agree to the perilous one-in-ten chance?

This was a survival rate of less than ten percent, yet their swords were enough to ensure a much higher chance of survival!

It was merely a matter of slaying their comrades, not to mention that True Lord of Bai Yang had already declared that even of those who survive, he would only keep a thousand.

So since that moment, clever kids started considering their gear, active ones began searching for alchemical elixirs, and the ones lagging behind watched eagerly, as many actions were initiated; the plundering of these five alchemists was merely one minor episode within.

The group of kids who were robbed had even sought out other forces before, but their former friends could only sigh and tell them that their numbers were already full.

The alchemists had very low combat power and their will to fight was also poor; when faced with danger, not only could one not rely on them, but they also required extra people to look after them.

Although their friends were willing to help, their friends' teams did not like it; there were no raw materials available and alchemy itself took several days to show effects. These people were simply a burden and would affect the composition of the team.

After being rejected twice, they came looking for Meng Yu.

Meng Yu promised them, after all, they were friends of Little Swallow.

"Everyone, don't worry, I will strive for the best outcome for you all..."

Meng Yu looked at his companions, who at that moment were all filled with fear.

"Exactly, exactly, Brother Meng, you are very righteous."

"We can form a Sword Array, Brother Meng, you take the lead, and we will sweep away everything at that time."

"With all of us united, we will surely not lose."

The kids, speaking over each other, complimented Meng Yu one after another. Little Swallow, among more than ten thousand people, was ranked toward the end. Her friends, although they had made it to the initial twelve thousand, were all weak in this context. They had estimated that Meng Yu alone could eliminate them. So it was very clear to everyone that their lives depended on Meng Yu.

At that time, they wished to grab onto any straw they could.

They also saw how others were trying to woo Meng Yu.

"Hmm, don't worry everyone, I'll let you in on something. In truth, I have always hidden my strength, and during the competition, I have only ever used a fraction of my power."

"What?"

The children present were instantly shocked.

Meng Yu's competitions were highly entertaining; swift as the wind, fluid and graceful, perfectly embodying what it meant to be a player with high offense and speed, leading many to believe that if Meng Yu had better equipment, he would definitely be within the top three.

But now, Meng Yu was telling them that he had only used a third of his power?

Are you joking?

Which of the kids present hadn't given their all, using every bit of their strength?

The children gathered in front of the fire, listening to Meng Yu's words, thirty-two people, located in different positions, and at that moment, the expression, look, and demeanor of each person were imprinted in Meng Yu's mind.

Around Meng Yu, for several dozen yards, everything was reflected in his mind like lake water, the wind blew and touched the children, bringing their information, the flames burned, pulsing like Meng Yu's own heartbeat.

"Hmm, let's use one-third of the power, please appreciate my sword technique."

A piece of firewood flew into Meng Yu's hands, the fierce flames burning, but it spun around him like the wind, and the next moment, a spark of flame appeared in front of everyone, a small cluster of fiery blaze hovered a foot above the forehead of each person.

Not leaning to any side, exactly one foot, the most important thing was that everyone only saw a blur before their eyes, and then the flames were burning fiercely.

It was the White Crane Swordsmanship's White Crane Offering Fruit, and with this sword move, Meng Yu gave everyone a surprise.

"Now that everyone has joined the team, we are one entity. Next, I'd like Little Swallow to discuss the rules."

The atmosphere on-site immediately became intense, and while everyone was discussing, Zhuge Caihua paid a visit.

"I am here today to ask for your support in tomorrow's voting on my proposal, which is to draw lots instead of fighting amongst ourselves."

Within the Immortal Sect's formations, there was a very simple device akin to a lottery system, which involved filling in everyone's names, shaking it, and it would decide who the survivors would be.

"Drawing lots..."

The twenty-plus member team, all eyes were on Meng Yu.

Although most members were ranked in the lower positions and couldn't compete with those kids from prestigious schools, they all knew that Meng Yu was exempt. If Meng Yu firmly stood on their side, their twenty-five-member team's chance of survival could perhaps be more than the one in ten chance of drawing lots, and instead become twenty percent.

The current game was a very cruel one, a winner-takes-all situation, but it didn't mean only the top one thousand students could survive. On the contrary, if they teamed up well, the top ten experts could lead a gang of followers to defeat the opposition, and these twenty-five could also win through various strategies and gambles.

As for Zhuge Caihua's mention of drawing lots...

"Everyone, we are people of the Immortal Sect. The education we've received since childhood is about cooperation and mutual win, as well as being willing to sacrifice ourselves. My friends are already taking action, some are communicating with the True Lord of Bai Yang."

Her expression was a bit dim, the team's most eloquent students had gone to find the True Lord of Bai Yang, offering interests, stating that these more than ten thousand students were the True Seeds of the Immortal Sect, the more that survived, the greater the prestige of establishing your sect would be, or promising, these people have certain powers behind them, so why not leave a good karma.

"And then? What's the outcome?"

Meng Yu sighed deeply, and then sighed again.

The True Lord of Bai Yang was in the square, and his conversation with the people below hadn't escaped everyone; Mirror Twelve broadcasted the scene, and the big screen let everyone see clearly.

The eloquent ones, the True Lord of Bai Yang ignored, only reiterated a reality, that he could only take one thousand people, the rest must be dealt with without leaving any problems.

Pigs in the pen always think they are special, but when it comes to slaughtering, sparing a few is already mercy.

"Everyone, tomorrow's vote is our last chance."

Zhuge Caihua's ordinary face was filled with sadness, "Those who choose drawing lots won't regret surviving, and what meaning is there in living if we choose to fight each other to death?"

Her voice was filled with sorrow, as an Array Master and future commander, she had already seen the future, the vote was unlikely to pass, but regardless, she had to try her best to maintain order.

Fifteen days, there were still fifteen days until the voting ended, this meant the Immortal Sect still had a chance to save everyone, but if everyone started fighting amongst themselves...

Peace must be maintained for more than twelve days!