Tribulation of Myriad Races-Chapter 1329: Fight For The Slots (2)

The white-haired divine king said, "Of course the agreement still counts. With the myriad races serving as the witnesses, how can we renege on our words?"

The dragon king said, "Previously, we promised 200 additional slots to the human race. In that case, only 610 slots are available for allocation?"

Only 610 slots for the rest of the races. Any race with an Invincible would be able to get a few slots just by being here.

Moge said indifferently, "That's your problem to solve. The human race will get the 200 slots we promised. As for how many more they can get, it's up to them."

Finally, Great Zhou King spoke, "This isn't very fair."

Moge coldly said, "And how do you propose we make it fair?"

Great Zhou King said, "I think it's better to allocate the slots based on the number of Eternals. Each race can show all their Eternals. These Eternals don't even need to be here personally. A mere projection will do. Then, we can split the slots accordingly."

That was not acceptable.

The major races couldn't even be bothered to present an argument. Apart from the human race, who had only started producing Invincibles about four hundred years ago, most races, including the ancient races, had an unknown number of Invincibles.

Those claiming to have only thirty Invincibles could very well be hiding fifty Invincibles back home. This proposal would simply expose all their hidden Invincibles. Accepting this proposal without exposing all their Invincibles would be a loss none of them was willing to accept.

This suggestion of Great Zhou King was nothing but a trap. The human race was the only race whose number of Invincibles was mostly known to the myriad races.

Su Yu smiled and chimed in, "That sounds like a good idea. The Holy City Alliance has thirty-five ancient Eternals. We also have three Pseudo Emperors, including the two soul devourers. If each Eternal can receive three slots and each Pseudo Emperor can receive five slots...hmm...Alright. We'll settle with 120 slots."

"Isn't this fair? I'm only asking for three per Invincible and five per Pseudo Emperor. With over three thousand slots to share, I doubt there are more than a thousand Invincibles in the Myriad Realms, right? I'm being very generous by asking for only 120 slots."

"..."

Numerous people stared at him blankly. Was he being serious?

120 slots?

He was asking for too much, considering the Invincibles of the ancient cities were unlike the regular Invincibles. They were unable to freely leave their cities.

Noticing the many gazes on him, Su Yu shrugged, "Don't look at me like that. What is this reaction? I'm not even taking the Invincibles in the Death Realm into consideration. If I consider even those Invincibles, I will have hundreds of Invincibles and all the slots will be mine."

"..."

Dao King laughed and said, "Mayor Su must be jesting. Why do the ancient cities need so many slots?"

Su Yu said, "Don't start ganging up on me. That's merely a suggestion. If you disagree, we can talk about it. It's not like I can have too many slots. If there are too many to use, I can sell some, right? Wait, that's a great idea. Why don't you allocate more slots to me. I'll take what I need and sell the rest. That way, you don't need to fight each other to death. Just allocate more to me and buy the slots you want from me. Won't that be better? What do you think?"

His voice spread everywhere. The Invincibles were the ones negotiating, but the negotiations could be heard throughout the island. Everyone knew about the purpose of this assembly, so there was nothing to hide.

In fact, some of the Invincibles who were not present were probably watching the negotiations through live broadcasts.

The expressions of many who heard Su Yu's suggestion changed. They were impressed at how shameless and blunt he was. This was the first time someone had ever proposed something like that.

Silence descended as nobody knew what to say.

Someone from an ancient race said, "Previously, we never asked for much. We were willing to settle for three to five slots per race. The divines, devils, humans, and immortals were allowed to run things. We didn't care that much. But this time, the nine-leaf skylotus is going to bloom. That will only happen once every three thousand tides."

Tide was the standard measurement of time in the Allheaven Battlefield. Each tide was equivalent to ten years in the human calendar. In short, the skylotus would only bloom once every thirty thousand years. Even Su Yu was surprised to hear that. Did the skylotus really take that long to bloom?

The ancient race expert continued, "This time, we will not be holding back anymore. The mansion had opened many times in the past. At times, we would ignore it. At times, we would barely participate. This time, the fate race requires thirty slots."

"The celestial chasm race requires fifty slots."

"The nether race requires eighty slots."

"The spatial beast race requires thirty slots."

"..."

One after another, the ancient race experts made their demands. In the past, they would rarely participate. Most of the time, each ancient race would be happy with only three to five slots. But that had clearly changed. Why? Because of the nine-leaf skylotus.

The divines, devils, and other major races looked at the Heavenly Hunt Pavilion. The pavilion was most likely the culprit in the spread of this news. And now, things were getting troublesome. In fact, the major races were already aware that it wouldn't be so easy for them to dominate the allocation this time around.

The ancient races couldn't be underestimated. Some of them even had Pseudo Emperors.

A race would only be called an ancient race if its legacy had survived uninterrupted since the ancient past. Each generation would be led by a powerful Invincible. Some of them might even be ancient Invincibles who had already reached the Daofuse Realm.

Such an ancient race might not have too many Invincibles. The race might only have one Invincible. But that one Invincible would be incredibly powerful. Nobody could know for sure if that sole Invincible was a Pseudo Emperor or not.

Take the soul devourer race as an example. That was a small race. But so what? It was able to produce two Pseudo Emperors at once. That alone was enough to make it a powerful race.

While the ancient race experts made their demands, Su Yu was busy staring at an expert from the iron devourer race. At the moment, the iron devourer was busy eating while sprawled on the ground. Sensing Su Yu's gaze, he looked up at Su Yu before nodding.

From the way he moved, he seemed quite slow. Su Yu wasn't staring at the iron devourer because that was someone he knew. Rather, he was able to sense the 72-Forged Iron Devourer on that iron devourer.

Meanwhile, the iron devourer was slightly curious, but he did not say or ask anything. He returned to his meal.

Only when all the other ancient race representatives were done making their demands, the iron devourer slowly said, "The ancient iron devourer race...requires ten slots. I think? My race is small. Ten will do for us."

For many, that was a reasonable suggestion. The iron devourer race was actually quite well-known. This representative wasn't the leader of the race. Rather, this was merely one of the Invincibles in the race. His defenses were almost impossible to break.

The iron devourer race had always been known for its defensive prowess. Very few opponents could break through their defenses at the same cultivation level. This was applicable to Su Yu as well. He could probably stand still and allow a Skysoar to punch him without suffering any damage.

With the ancient races making their move, the slots became even harder to allocate. Even if all 810 of the eastern slots were put up for allocation, there still wouldn't be enough slots for everyone.

One ought to remember that even now, those from the Heavenly Hunt Pavilion had yet to make their demands. They were still waiting as the current proposal would not stand. The three major races would not be able to dominate the allocation this time.

Originally, the human race had expected to receive about eight hundred slots this time. That might work without the nine-leaf skylotus, but the variables had changed. It was unlikely that the human race could get eight hundred slots anymore.

While everyone was discussing among themselves, Devil King Moge said, "I believe nobody is satisfied with this proposal. Are the Eternals supposed to start fighting again for the slots? I have a suggestion. The various races can send their young geniuses and experts in the Skysoar, Cloudbreach, Mountainsea, and Sunmoon Realms. There are nine stages per realm. With thirty-six stages, each race can send one representative per stage. We will pick 3,240 candidates, corresponding to the 3,240 available slots, and have them fight it out. With each victory, they can obtain one more slot.

"With this, we can get a good look at the quality of the participants this time. Ninety slots will be given per stage. If anyone can dominate their stage, that person will receive ninety slots. Of course, if there are multiple survivors in a stage, the slots will be split among them according to the number of opponents they defeated.

"Is this agreeable? With this, we won't have to break the harmony between us. We can even give the juniors a little trial to test their strength. If they're too weak to overcome this trial, they might as well stay away from the mansion. This will save their lives."

The white-haired divine king laughed, "Moge, you're a crafty one. With Mo Duona around, can any first-stage Mountainseas defeat him?"

Moge said, "You can't say that. When ninety first-stage Mountainseas are sent to a minor realm or a grotto together, won't the rest of them join hands? It won't be a straightforward fight. Since we're testing them, we won't be testing only their strength. We will test all aspects. If you are strong enough to face everyone else alone, you deserve ninety slots. Or maybe things will change. Groups and factions will form and the stronger ones will end up defeated instead. You never know."

Was this fair?

It was relatively fair.

But since the devils were proposing such a method, it was clear that this was also a ploy to investigate the strength of the human participants this time. The slots would only be allocated after the competition.

And some geniuses might end up dying during the competition. With this, they could dig up more information about the other parties. For example, who could Su Yu send to participate in such a competition?

As for the human race, it was clear that their newer generations were far weaker than the older generations. If they followed this suggestion, the human race might end up with far fewer slots. This would also be a good opportunity for them to find out more about the mysterious ancient races.

Immediately, someone protested, "This is not acceptable. How many combatants can each race send? Thirty-six? All races? What about the races capable of sending more than that? Are the stronger races supposed to follow this limitation as well?"

Great Zhou King spoke as well, "Yes, that won't be acceptable. Why start the killing before the mansion is even open? We shouldn't be ruining this harmony we have here. And what about the unlucky races who might end up losing all their combatants? Will they need to settle with zero slots? Take the five elemental race as an example. They have a lot of Eternals. Are they supposed to settle with zero slots if all their combatants lose? That's too cruel."

He did not bother using the human race as an example since the other races would be more than happy to gang up against the human race. Thus, he did the smart thing and used a different race as an example.

The five elemental race said nothing. In terms of one-on-one combat, they weren't that strong. If they followed Moge's suggestion, they might really end up with zero slots. In fact, Moge's proposal would benefit the major races such as the divines, devils, and immortals more.

Moge said, "Since you are unwilling to agree to anything, what do you propose? You need strength if you want the slots. Since the Eternals don't wish to fight, the juniors shall fight instead. But if you disagree with everything, perhaps we should just cancel this whole thing. Who knows? The mansion might open before we can even finish our allocation."

The white-haired divine king said, "Fighting for the slots with strength? That is quite far. I don't object."

He looked at Su Yu and smiled, "Mayor Su, do you have suitable candidates? If you don't, perhaps you should compete personally. It might be fun. I believe you have enough strength to dominate your stage. Nobody in the Cloudbreach Realm can be a match for you. You will get at least ninety slots for free."

He had a friendly smile, but he was most definitely harboring evil designs toward Su Yu.

Su Yu smiled as well, "No thanks. It's boring to bully the weak. I don't enjoy fighting children. Also, did I agree on this proposal?"

Dao King said, "Mayor Su, do you lack confidence in the strength of your subordinates?"

Su Yu shrugged, "Don't try to prod me like that. I'm still young. I'm very rash. If you really want me to fight, sure. Why don't we change the rules a little? Let us allow the winner of the stage to challenge those at the higher stages. But nobody is allowed to challenge those at the lower stages. For example, as a ninth-stage Cloudbreach, I can challenge the first-stage Mountainseas after winning my stage for ninety slots. After getting ninety slots there, I can challenge the next stage. If you agree...I won't mind playing around with the children."

With a toying tone, Su Yu said, "Devil King Moge, let's play. I believe I can fight all the way to the ninth-stage Mountainsea Realm and get nine hundred slots. If you don't like it, you can send Mo Duona, Zhan Wushuang, Xuan Wuji, and the other young geniuses after me. I am more than willing to play around with them. Won't this be exciting? Since you want to test our strength, you should do your best and push me to my limits, right?"

Some of them started cursing inwardly.

Piss off!

If that was allowed, Su Yu might really end up with nine hundred slots. Could anyone accept that? Was that a joke?