OPM: Dimensional Divine Selection,Only I Know Saitama Is the Strongest

The next morning.

[The 47th National Freshman League Tournament has officially begun!]

In this world, where the threat of mutant beasts looms constantly, the government needs powerful individuals to stand against them. Under its heavy promotion, the Freshman Tournament has grown into a grand spectacle, drawing the attention of the entire human world.

And so—

For days leading up to the event, the internet, news channels, and television networks have been blasting non-stop coverage.

Especially today, everything related to the tournament dominated the headlines.

Countless people were eagerly awaiting the grand opening of this year's tournament.

A true moment where the whole world watched.

That morning.

Starting at 7 AM, huge crowds began streaming toward the Forbidden Canyon Arena.

Among them were reporters, government officials, livestream influencers, and celebrities from all walks of life.

This was more than a competition.

It was a global event.

One that had captured the attention of every sector of society.

When Vincent Fox and the other Martial Saint Academy students followed their instructors into the canyon, they were met with a breathtaking sight—every seat in the massive arena was already packed to the brim.

A sea of people.

Forget about seats. Even the aisles were jammed, packed so tightly that not even a drop of water could seep through.

Tens of thousands of people had squeezed in.

If it weren't for the police keeping order, even more people would be forcing their way in from outside.

And the tournament hadn't even started yet.

Voices echoed everywhere. Loud conversations filled the air as people speculated which school would emerge victorious this year.

The entire canyon had turned into a giant stadium, buzzing with electricity and excitement.

"Which school is that team from?"

"No idea. Doesn't look like a top academy."

"Has Godslayer Academy arrived yet?"

"What, you planning to bet on them? You're gonna cry if you do."

"Why? You know something I don't? Tell me, brother!"

"Heh, a few of Godslayer's top students died in the Second Forbidden Zone not long ago. There's no way they're winning this year."

"For real? That actually happened?"

"If they're out of the running, then the championship will probably be between Destiny University and Capital University."

"Damn it! I bet tens of thousands on Godslayer. I'm gonna lose everything!"

"Bro, if you still have cash, hedge your bets on another school. At least that way, you won't lose too much..."

"Still hoping for a dark horse to rise this year."

All this chatter echoed in Vincent's ears.

The massive canyon-turned-arena sounded like a bustling marketplace.

Besides regular citizens, all the major news outlets had shown up.

Everywhere he looked, reporters and livestreamers were pointing cameras. Even above them, drones hovered, broadcasting the scene to major networks.

Vincent could feel it—some of his classmates were getting nervous.

The crowd was overwhelming.

With so many eyes on them, any poor performance could lead to immediate public humiliation.

Just then.

A woman in formal attire approached and gestured toward Vincent's group. "All participating contestants, please follow me this way."

Terry Yan gave his students an encouraging look. "Go on. Good luck out there!"

Vincent, Autumn Summer, and the rest followed the woman to the backstage waiting room.

Inside, teams from other schools were already gathering.

At 9 AM sharp.

A television host appeared at the center of the arena and faced the camera. "Good morning, viewers! Welcome to the annual broadcast of the National Freshman League Tournament. I'm your host, Zhou Bin, and I'll be bringing you live coverage of today's events!"

"As you can see behind me, every seat in the stands is filled. Many prominent figures and high-ranking officials are also in attendance. That shows how seriously the nation takes this tournament."

"The matches begin at 10 AM. But first, we'll hold the official team draw to determine the matchups for the first round."

"This draw is conducted with complete fairness and transparency. Over one billion people across the country will witness the opening of this competition!"

"Now, will all team captains please step forward for the draw!"

Thunderous applause erupted throughout the arena.

Amid the cheers, Autumn Summer took a deep breath and stepped forward with the other team captains.

One by one, they approached the platform to draw lots.

The host remained on the side, reading out the matchups as they were drawn.

After the draw, each captain returned backstage to prepare.

As soon as Autumn came back, her teammates surrounded her.

"Autumn, who did we draw?" a girl asked eagerly.

That girl was Zoe Harper, Autumn's roommate. She had earned a purple rating in the Second Forbidden Zone and was considered one of the top students at Martial Saint Academy.

"East Arts Academy," Autumn replied.

The others immediately started murmuring.

"East Arts Academy? I think I've heard of them. Are they any good?"

"They're not a top-tier school, but definitely more well-known than ours. I'd say they're a solid mid-tier academy."

"So their students must be strong?"

"Hard to say. But I heard every one of their participants has a hero talent. That's pretty much confirmed."

That last comment made everyone's expressions turn serious.

Hero talents gave students a significant edge over ordinary competitors. That much was certain.

Of course.

That didn't mean they were guaranteed to lose.

After all, they had two aces on their side—

Vincent Fox.

And Autumn Summer.

At exactly 10 AM.

The host's voice rang out. "Let the games begin! Round 1, Match 1: Blue Wing Academy versus Phoenix Cry Academy!"

At the announcement, the crowd grew silent with anticipation and looked up toward the center of the canyon.

And then, a magical sight unfolded.

A massive holographic projection of the King's Canyon battlefield appeared in mid-air.

This was a phenomenon unique to the Forbidden Zone.

Human technology had yet to reach such a level...

Everyone could now clearly see the battlefield, with both teams appearing at their respective base springs.

"As you can see, both teams are now in position," the host's voice echoed through the arena. "Now, let's turn it over to the legendary commentator, Master Zhou Zhenghua, for a detailed play-by-play of this match!"

Back in the waiting room.

Vincent watched the projection with an intrigued expression.

He had seen recordings of past matches online.

But seeing it live was a whole different experience.

His classmates were also glued to the floating battlefield.

Watching other teams' battles was a great way to gather intel. No one wanted to miss it.

Soon, the first match began.

Both teams used a standard strategy: defend two lanes, push one.

The students from Blue Wing and Phoenix Cry were evenly matched, resulting in a back-and-forth clash that was truly exciting.

Twenty minutes later, Blue Wing Academy executed a flawless team wipe and destroyed the enemy crystal for the win.

Clap! Clap!

The entire arena erupted in thunderous applause.

The spectators were loving every minute of it.

Both sides had hero talents, and their clash was as thrilling as it was fierce.

"Blue Wing's students are really strong this year!"

"Yeah! That swordsman's ultimate looked like 'Atomic Slash.' His bonded hero must be a disciple of Atomic Samurai."

"If we go up against Blue Wing, do we stand a chance?"

"All we can do is give it our all. The outcome's in fate's hands now."

Vincent could hear some of his classmates whispering. After seeing Blue Wing's performance, their confidence had clearly taken a hit...

Then the second match began.

It was between two weaker teams. The quality dropped noticeably.

Then came the third match. Then the fourth...

An hour passed.

The host's voice rang out once more. "Round 1, Match 12: East Arts Academy versus Martial Saint Academy!"

"Will both teams please take the stage!"

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