In the Name of Empress-Chapter 552 - 337: Are You Even in the Same Rank as Me?

Chapter 552: Chapter 337: Are You Even in the Same Rank as Me?

After listening to the referee’s introduction, a relatively young Transcendent was about to speak, but suddenly remembered that someone had been killed on the spot just moments ago, and quickly raised his right hand.

"Judge, I have a question."

"Speak!" The referee’s voice was exceptionally loud.

The chosen Transcendent nervously looked at the referee and softly asked, "Judge, besides the strongest advancing to Tier Four, and ten strong ones stepping into Tier Five, do the rest of us have to remain at Tier Six?"

The referee slowly shook his head, "Of course not. Although Tier Six has no quota, there is a pass line."

Pointing at the questioner with his fingertip, the Hawkeye Referee said expressionlessly, "You, are out. You still have some time before midnight, you might want to consider writing a farewell letter, and I’ll help deliver it."

The questioner’s massive body shook, almost unable to believe his ears.

He was eliminated?!

Unconvinced, he protested, "Judge, you can’t do this. I have been cultivating for ninety-nine years, waiting for this opportunity, and you tell me I’m out. I am not convinced!"

His eyes turned bloodshot, his body trembling wildly as anger overpowered fear, he coldly asked,

"Judge, I want to know my ranking, I need to know how many more points I need to surpass those ahead of me."

"Out of all the Transcendents present, your strength ranks sixty-third, and I only award the top sixty Transcendents."

The Hawkeye Referee cheerfully said, "If it’s you, there’s indeed a chance."

Upon hearing this, the Transcendent who had spoken up was suddenly invigorated.

As everyone discussed the rules, the referee suddenly raised his right hand, smiling faintly, and said:

"By the way, your suggestion just reminded me — I will now offer everyone present today a chance to change their fate; as long as you fight your way into the top sixty, you’ll have landed safely."

The Judge waved a big hand, and a virtual light screen appeared in the air.

"By the way, this is the current ranking of everyone."

Sofia was prominently in the first place, with a line of text in the annotation section after her name.

The Fourth Return’s Enjoyer.

The meaning was clear: Sofia was the ordained super strong who would jump two levels, as long as she didn’t die, she would be the sole winner, and others were not to maliciously place orders against her.

What if she died?

No one asked such a foolish question.

If Sofia died, naturally, the ranks behind would fill in one by one.

Merely eliminate the competitors ahead of you, and in no time, you’d be at Tier Four.

Sofia and Roland’s expressions barely changed.

Sofia remained calm because she was the only winner, so she and her calm. Roland was happy because he wouldn’t have to continue facing Sofia.

With the release of the promotion rankings, those within the list dared not slack off, afraid of being replaced.

Those outside the list were hell-bent, charging toward their targets.

Roland slowly walked towards Sofia.

Sofia stared at him with a strange look, softly asking: "Do you also have thoughts about Tier Four?"

"I do, but not today."

Roland frankly asked, "If you were directly faced with an onslaught from the ten ranked 2 to 11, could you withstand it?"

Sofia snorted without responding.

Roland let out a sigh of relief; as long as one is willing to talk, there’s always a way.

He said somewhat indignantly, "This is too unfair! You’ve been fighting for so long, your stamina probably isn’t even a tenth left, placing you at the forefront at this time is clearly an act of shirking responsibility."

"If you were at full strength, who would dare look around."

This flattery suited Sofia perfectly, though she couldn’t help defending herself with a few words.

"A tenth is an exaggeration; even now I still have a third..."

Sofia suddenly narrowed her eyes, stopping her speech.

She sighed inwardly; being an enemy of Roland was always so uncomfortable, inexplicable mistakes would keep occurring.

Roland understood Sofia was in a bad mood, so he didn’t play any small tricks, nor did he jokingly over-familiarize himself.

He swiftly helped Sofia analyze the pros and cons.

"You need to withstand the siege of later-comers, and I also need a higher ranking, so we can totally cooperate."

"I’ll block those contenders for you, and you help me kill a few of the higher-ranked ones."

"Return favor?" Sofia asked succinctly.

"You name it."

"I might need to kill a few more people, and you must stand by my side." Sofia said calmly, casually revealing a significant matter.

Roland nodded in agreement as he waved his hand, and Sylph and the others stood around Sofia according to formation to provide protection.

The formation originally used to combat Sofia now became a great formation to protect her.

This world is indeed an enormous improvisational ensemble, everyone is quite unprofessional.