Chapter 312: League Opening Ceremony
The official body behind the League was not formed by any single faction. Instead, it was jointly established by top-tier forces and major cities, along with several powerful unaffiliated Named individuals, forming the League Committee.
To ensure absolute fairness, it was even said that a certain Proxy had been invited to serve as witness, constructing an unbreakable Oath Circuit. Every member of the League Committee was bound by it—during the League, they could show no favoritism whatsoever and had to uphold complete impartiality.
As for which Proxy it was, no one could say for certain. It was only rumor.
But one thing was certain—the Oath Circuit did exist.
Ordinary Oath Circuits could typically be broken if someone of higher extraordinary rank than the creator intervened, or if a sufficiently powerful extraordinary individual forcibly shattered it. For that reason, Oath Circuits were not always reliable.
However, if a Proxy had truly participated, then their ability to communicate with the Rules themselves would elevate the oath into one of the strongest in the world—making the League’s “fairness” part of the Rules.
To break the League’s impartiality, one would likely need another Proxy.
On the morning the League officially began, even the residents of the Upper District—who usually enjoyed sleeping in—would rise early. At 9 a.m., the opening ceremony would begin its live broadcast.
On this day, even Inner Academy students without morning classes would gather in classrooms to watch together. Teachers would abandon their usual stern demeanor, chatting with students, even cracking sunflower seeds. The atmosphere in the classroom became lively and harmonious in a way rarely seen—like a festival had arrived.
“Is this year’s main commentary still Peak Bro and Xiaoxiao?”
“Has to be. In terms of commentary skills, understanding of extraordinary abilities, and national popularity—who else compares?”
“Other than saying ‘peak’ every time he sees anything, Peak Bro doesn’t really have any flaws, right?”
“Xiaoxiao’s professional level is T0. And she used to be from a top League team herself—was even a star player for a while. She’s really good at reading competitors’ mental states during matches.”
In the classroom, students speculated endlessly about this year’s hosts.
“Still, Peak Bro and Xiaoxiao probably won’t commentate many preliminary matches, right? Maybe just a few exciting ones. They’ll likely stay for the group stage and finals.”
“Of course. Even if their stamina holds up, their focus wouldn’t. And there are plenty of other commentators in the League. Gotta give them some room to survive.”
Peak Bro got his nickname mainly because of his verbal tic—he loved using the word “peak.”
This year’s lineup is a peak configuration.
That star player’s form has reached its peak.
Today’s performance is an all-time peak.
This match is today’s peak showdown.
The word had practically become his signature.
Amid the students’ chatter, the League Opening Ceremony officially began.
The ceremony lasted an hour. It opened with highlight reels from past Leagues—championship moments and iconic plays—edited together with blood-stirring music that easily ignited the audience’s emotions. This was followed by several performance segments related to the League.
After a few obviously promotional acts, retired “star players” from previous seasons delivered their blessings. Representatives of the League Committee then stepped onstage to swear that the competition would be conducted with absolute fairness and justice.
Finally, the reward system and prize pool for this year were announced.
The prize pool was composed of sponsorships from various cities and revenue shares from League merchandise. It was enormous—so large that a single glance made it impossible to grasp the amount without carefully counting the digits. Every team that reached the finals would receive a guaranteed base prize—not much, but a consolation reward for making it that far.
After that, each round advanced in the finals would increase the prize money.
And then came the major highlight—the rewards for the top ten teams.
The top ten would split half of the entire prize pool.
In addition, there were prizes sponsored by various forces and cities—Cores, extraordinary items, and more.
And the top four teams would earn a chance for all members to enter the Lost Lands once.
These were only the visible rewards.
For teams that reached the top ten, the hidden benefits far exceeded the League’s official prize money.
Though the rewards were generous, most competitors were not chasing the money—they were chasing fame.
Once you became famous in the League, honor and wealth would follow endlessly. The prize money was merely icing on the cake.
The students watching the broadcast clearly understood this.
“I’m so jealous they get to compete in the League. If you just make it to the finals, you’re set for life, right?”
“More than that. If you perform even slightly well in the finals, you’re instantly part of the elite.”
“Wasn’t our principal from a humble background? Not nobility. But in his year, he led his team to third place in the finals. Now he’s a branch academy principal. That’s crossing social classes.”
If you didn’t shine in the League and catch the attention of major forces, then no matter how talented you were, if you remained unknown, you’d likely end up working under someone else.
“Do you think our Inner Academy can break its best historical record this year?”
“Hard to say. There are a lot of strong opponents. I heard Yingtian City, last year’s champion, isn’t weaker this year. Sangluo and Lingzhou already showed amazing potential as lower-year students last season—now they’re probably core players. And not to mention the main teams from Hengguang and Norwich—they’re troublesome too.”
“And that’s not even counting the champions from other academies’ internal competitions.”
Light Academy had its internal rivalry. Naturally, Celestial Heart Association and other forces had their own as well. Once you counted them all, the competition was fierce.
“That said, our president last year was only a third-year. She happened to be stuck at a breakthrough and was supposed to go as a substitute, but they worried something might go wrong so she didn’t go. No one really knows what kind of monster we’ll have leading the team this year. Maybe we’ll catch everyone off guard.”
“I asked Senior Shu Yushan. He said he thinks our team this year is really strong. From the way he spoke, he sounded pretty confident.”
“That’s good. Senior Shu wouldn’t boast recklessly. If he dares to say that, it must mean something. Let’s just wait and see.”
In the eyes of the Inner Academy students, their team’s goal was never merely how far they could go in the finals—it was whether they could achieve an unprecedented result.
Their focus was on Chu Xiaoyue and the other main players.
As for Xu Zhi—that monster-level genius—
Even within the academy, most believed the first-year junior was simply there to gain experience.
A freshman, no matter how talented, still needed time to grow into a truly powerful extraordinary individual.
Right now, she was simply too young.
