Chapter 1043: Chapter 1043

After calculations, the results of this round of competition and the total scores so far were announced;

Tang Ming and Wan Yong tied for first place, earning 100 points, with a total score of 700 points;

Zhao Tianba took second place, earning 90 points, with a total score of 340 points;

Qian Bujun took third place, earning 80 points, with a total score of 390 points;

Long Ao took third place, earning 80 points, with a total score of 390 points;

Lin Canghai took third place, earning 80 points, with a total score of 280 points;

Wu Xiaoyu took fourth place, earning 70 points, with a total score of 370 points;

Fu Renjie took fifth place, earning 60 points, with a total score of 180 points;

Meng Shuangfei forfeited, earning 0 points, with a total score of 0 points.

Seeing these results, everyone was helpless, realizing that after all this, Tang Ming and Wan Yong were still tied for first!

Originally, they thought that this one-on-one competition would determine a winner, but after all, there was still no clear victor, so they’d have to wait for tomorrow’s final match.

"As with yesterday, I will now announce the content of tomorrow’s competition, and also inform you of some preparation work in advance."

Once everyone had calmed down, Qin Fang spoke slowly, "The content of tomorrow’s match is a team-based real-life firearm battle."

"Firearms?" Upon hearing this, Long Ao’s expression changed slightly, and he quickly raised his hand:

"We are all disciples of Martial Arts Families, specializing in martial arts, who would know how to use a gun?"

"Exactly, I am impervious to swords and spears, why would I practice firearms skills?"

Zhao Tianba also quickly chimed in to protest.

"Sorry, this is the rule setting of the competition. Given that some of you may not be skilled with firearms, this time you will be allowed to find external support."

Qin Fang smiled and squinted, saying:

"Based on the current content, the Meng Family contestant will forfeit, leaving eight contestants who will be divided into two teams, each selecting six assistant team members from their respective factions, to start the match in a ten-versus-ten format."

"A direct team battle?"

Tang Ming furrowed his brows, not expecting that the final round would be so blatantly orchestrated.

"Rest assured, with the results of today’s match announced, the live broadcast in the viewing hall has already ended. This means that, aside from internal personnel, no one can see your performance."

Qin Fang glanced towards the direction of the monitor and smiled as she reminded them:

"Tomorrow’s match will also be a closed competition, and the audience will only see the final result, not the match process, as no monitoring devices are set up in the competition area, intending to let you experience the dangers of the battlefield more authentically."

"What on earth is this?"

Tang Ming looked in confusion at Lin Canghai and the others, not knowing what trick the organizer was playing.

Long Ao and others also shook their heads in bewilderment, unsure of the direct connection.

In fact, the so-called team battle had already brought the contradictions between the two factions to the surface, but since it was a grand competition between the nine families, the factional conflicts could not be too obvious to outsiders.

Therefore, the live broadcast was cut, letting the audience only see the results.

Of course, the leaders of the nine families, and the high-level members of the Dark Group and Ming Group, would still be able to monitor the match process, essentially condensing the open competition into a small-scale factional struggle.

While everyone was still puzzled, Fu Tianyou and Zhou Xiong appeared in the scene.

"Next, your team leaders will take you down to rest. They will discuss the competition details with you."

Seeing them appear, Qin Fang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Everyone, follow me."

Zhou Xiong excitedly waved at Tang Ming and the others.

"You all come with me."

Fu Tianyou, with a grim face, shouted, having recently been reprimanded for losing forty billion above, though it wasn’t directly related to him at all.

Fu Tianyou and Zhou Xiong took their respective faction’s contestants and left the venue.

As soon as he walked out of the arena, Tang Ming couldn’t help but shout.

Zhou Xiong was stunned for a moment.

"Brother, are you a pig? You just ate so much an hour ago, and now you want to eat again?"

Lin Canghai looked at Tang Ming bemusedly, thinking that his digestive system was too efficient.

"Anyway, I’m hungry now. If there’s anything to discuss, let’s talk while eating, or else I’ll be starving."

Tang Ming rubbed his stomach and said helplessly, "That last battle was too exhausting, now I must seize the time to eat back."

"All right then, if that’s the case, let’s head to the restaurant for a meal."

After realizing, Zhou Xiong smiled nonchalantly, now that Tang Ming was a great merit to the Dark Group faction, even if he wanted to eat him, he would surely indulge him.

Very soon, a group of people arrived at the restaurant in the rest area, and Zhou Xiong opened a private room to treat Tang Ming to a meal.

Although he’d heard Tang Ming could eat, seeing Tang Ming’s eating style scared Zhou Xiong quite a bit, thinking he ate too much.

"You guys keep talking, I’ll listen while I eat, it won’t delay anything."

Tang Ming said with a laugh, holding a pork knuckle and chewing.

"Ahem, then I’ll talk about tomorrow’s match situation."

After realizing, Zhou Xiong quickly cut to the main topic.

"Director Zhou, tomorrow’s competition involves firearms, which is not our area of expertise. How should we approach it?"

Wu Xiaoyu asked worriedly as he looked at Zhou Xiong.

"Well, it’s precisely because you’re not skilled at this that the Ming Group people have set up this match." Zhou Xiong sighed helplessly,

"For so many years, the Ming Group has always chosen fields we are not good at as match projects, and I’m quite helpless."

"Then just tell us about the specific match situation, I don’t believe Wan Yong and the others are proficient in firearms."

Long Ao grumbled unhappily.

"Simply put, tomorrow’s match is a simulated battlefield, where participants on both sides will use the most realistic electronic guns to compete, earning points by hitting opponents."

Zhou Xiong squinted his eyes, solemnly reminding, "Remember, tomorrow’s match directly calculates points, meaning your total score accumulates based on points."

"This is quite a big deal."

Upon hearing this, Lin Canghai couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise, asking nervously, "How many points do you get for hitting one target?"

"Hitting one target counts for 3 points." Zhou Xiong replied.

"So little?" Long Ao exclaimed in surprise, frowning, "With ten on each side, one team would only earn thirty points in total, which seems to have no impact on the match result."

"Is three points little?" Zhou Xiong looked at Long Ao with a puzzled expression:

"If Team Leader Tang can beat Wan Yong by three points now, he would be ahead of Wan Yong, and a final total score lead of three points would make him the champion of this grand competition."

Long Ao was instantly at a loss for words, realizing that while three points meant little to them, it was crucial for Wan Yong and Tang Ming’s championship battle.

"Furthermore, in tomorrow’s competition, being hit does not mean quitting the match. Each person can be hit repeatedly, with three points awarded for each hit, and thirty points for ten hits."

Zhou Xiong further explained, "But the match has a time limit, capped at three hours."