The rules of this grand competition were set by the people from the Mystical Sect aristocracy, blatantly biased, yet those challenged had no choice.
If one were to make a fuss, their qualification for the competition would be revoked, as all matters of interpretation belonged to them.
After all, they still needed to save some face; knowing that such a gauntlet of battles was already criticized, they brought out a significant amount of resources.
However, to many from less privileged backgrounds, this still felt like bullying, shamelessly so.
"Do you have confidence in taking down a few?"
Yun Ran, gazing at the worried young man, chuckled lightly: "Of course, the more the merrier. I am determined to seize these resources!"
If she couldn't even handle the juniors from the Mystical Sect aristocracy or their specially trained fighters, then she wouldn't deserve to claim herself as the successor of Qingfeng Temple.
