Ten days later, the final of the Battle of Hundreds came on schedule.

In an open space, many people are arranged in a neat order without any disorder.

Looking carefully, it can be divided into eight camps.

These eight camps also represent eight universities.

Eight universities have sent people, and there is a throne ahead of them.

There are eight thrones.

The silver-haired old man brought Ye Qingyun and others here.

Ye Qingyun looked up and found a huge drum there.

"What is this about?" He asked curiously.

"This game is very simple, you are not competing with each other, but with them and these people!" The old man pointed...