Chapter 65: One Hundred Percent Death (Part Five)

  "Don't worry, I'll explain now. The rules and requirements for this participation have changed. In the previous few times, the casualty rate was too high and the passing rate was too low, and the rewards were also too few, which hurt everyone's heart. However, this time the master of the mansion has made changes, deciding to lower the mortality rate, trying not to let each tribe lose their young elites." Elder Zhou said with a sincere expression.

  At this time, Su Ming was stunned. He was confused by Zhou Changlao's words and also understood why the expressions on the faces of those clan leaders were not right earlier. It turned out that wanting to take this reward would require the lives of the young generation in the clan.

  It's not easy for a tribe to have a qualified young man, and that is the hope of the tribe's rise. If he dies like this in Xicheng Prefecture, it would be a real pity.

  "This time, the mortality rate is at most 70%, which means that out of 100 participating youngsters, at least 30 can survive. What do you think?" Old Man Zhou's tone was very calm, without any air of superiority, completely in a consulting tone.

  At this time, the heads of various tribes nodded slightly in satisfaction. They could barely accept the changes this time and had some plans in mind.

  "Since everyone has no objection, then for the next few days, please let everyone stay at Qin Xin Yuan with peace of mind. As for the outstanding young people from each tribe, the Western City Government has personally sent someone to pick them up, and everyone doesn't need to worry about their safety." Zhou Chang Lao smiled contentedly and said.

  After Zhou Lao said that, the chiefs of various tribes suddenly realized that they had all fallen into the trap set by the Western City Prefecture.

  They were originally brought in to be placed under house arrest, and then the tribesmen would hand over their best young people. This way, they wouldn't have a chance to hide away the young people of the tribe or use younger members from side branches or affiliated clans as substitutes.

  After Elder Zhou finished speaking, he left the council hall directly without giving the tribal leaders of various tribes a chance to express their opinions. He knew that once he asked for their opinions, it would definitely make him annoyed for more than half a day. So he chose to slip away at the first opportunity. His task this time was extremely arduous. Although his strength had reached the late stage of Tianling Realm, facing over 100 tribal leaders put immense pressure on him.

  After Elder Zhou left, the entire council hall suddenly became noisy, with all sorts of complaining voices rising one after another.

  Su Ming looked in the direction where Zhou Chang Lao disappeared, a bitter smile appearing on his face: "This Western City is indeed treacherous, they even thought of this method."

  Su Ming's voice was barely audible, but Su Han still heard it. At this time, Su Ming hastily kicked Su Ming with one foot and gave him a frowning gaze.

  Su Ming smiled foolishly and nodded slightly: "I didn't say anything."

  Su Han and his son were the first to leave, as their Su clan was the most miserable, and the most promising young people had already been taken away by the Western City Prefecture, so there was no hope of escaping at all, so they also gave up.

  After returning to the small courtyard where they lived, Su Ming looked at Su Han and asked: "Father, what was that competition that Old Man Zhou mentioned? I didn't quite understand it."

  "The Tang clan holds a four-city power ranking tournament every ten years to encourage its members to strive for excellence. The winner of the first place can obtain the reward of the main city and enjoy the highest honor."

  "What four cities?" Su Ming asked in puzzlement.

  "The four cities of Dong, Nan, Xi and Bei, the Western City is just a branch of the Tang family, not the whole Tang family." Su Han explained.

  "How powerful is the Tang clan?" Su Ming's face showed a hint of surprise, he thought that the Tang clan in Xicheng Prefecture was the entire strength of the Tang clan, but it turned out to be just one branch.

  "According to your grandfather, in the Huaxia dynasty, there are over a thousand, or even more, existences like the Tang family." Su Han said cautiously, afraid of being overheard.

  "Father, tell me about the Tang clan." Su Ming was curious about the Western City at this time. Although the "Gods and Demons Online" game was created based on this era, it only used some of the cultivation systems, character and demon structures, while everything else was either created by the gaming company or modified from things in this era.

  "I also just heard your grandfather say a few things, and I don't understand very well. All I know is that the Tang clan occupies an iron city, which is said to be rich in various iron mines. In order to develop better, the head of the Tang clan settled some of his clansmen in the east, west, south, and north of the Tang Iron City, which we call the four cities of Dong, Nan, Xi, and Bei."

  "It turns out it's like this, I guess I was narrow-minded. " Su Ming smiled wryly to himself, already thinking of a new plan.

  "This time you can't escape, but with your strength, you should be able to get out of the death group. As for becoming a Lingdian team, it's probably a bit difficult. I hope that Xicheng Prefecture really reduces the mortality rate this time." Su Han's face showed a hint of helplessness, as if he was very worried about Su Ming dying in this competition.

  "What kind of election is this, after all?" Su Ming asked in puzzlement.

  "The Western City Prefecture has been at the bottom of the four cities for nine consecutive times, which makes the prefecture master angry. Every time it's because the young generation's performance is too poor. So more than 50 years ago, they started recruiting some promising youngsters from various tribes and selected the strongest ten through a death match. These ten youngsters will compete with the Western City Prefecture Lingdian team for ten places in the competition. Once successful, they will replace the Lingdian team members and represent the Western City Prefecture in the four-city youth generation competition."

  "It sounds like nothing's wrong, and it feels pretty good too. Why are you all looking so worried?" Su Ming said, rubbing the back of his head.

  Su Han sighed: "Do you know why it's called the Death Squad?"

  Su Ming shook his head, already having some guesses in his heart, but he didn't dare to confirm.

  "Once you enter the death group, either become one of the top ten strongest or die."

  Damn it, a 90% mortality rate, how terrifying. Su Ming's heart skipped a beat as he finally understood why the various clan leaders were so unwilling to participate - it was a competition where only one in ten would survive.

  And that's not all, after all, there is still a 10% survival rate, as long as the strength is strong enough to survive, and the tribe can also rise with it. However, among these ten strongest people, when competing for the top ten places, either win or die, and already five hundred young people have died in the competition.

  I died, 100% dead, this is too damn frustrating, is Xi Cheng Fu trying to play us to death? Are they even letting the tribe survive?

  Su Han sighed: "For the development of the tribe, all major tribes will reserve their best young people, and each time they select, they choose young people from side branches or affiliated tribes."

  Su Ming nodded and subconsciously asked: "How strong is that Lingdian team?"