Following Olivia's protests and after some discussion, they made a decision.
Fan Daoyi and He Piaojian sat side by side, their number plates now empty, meaning they would not be drawn again.
They will only re-enter the arena when the top ten are selected.
"Dao Yi, it's normal for you to get a bye because of the instability of your abilities. Why am I the one getting a bye?"
Fan Daoyi rolled his eyes at him. "You should have some self-awareness."
"If I don't play, will they still pay me?"
He Piaojian was only concerned about his own money; he was worried that the company might renege on its promises later, or he would suffer a huge loss.
As more and more people are eliminated, most of the opponents' abilities have already been revealed.
The most unknown and unpredictable element in the current situation is He Piaojian.
As for Fan Daoyi, their unstable lethality was something they didn't want to face at all. Being ridiculed was better than being cut into pieces.
The previous person who contracted the virus is still getting their limbs stitched up in the infirmary.
Unsurprisingly, the remaining twenty selected individuals are all from prestigious universities.
A one-on-one comparison, domestic and international matches, competing for the top ten. He Piaojian and Fan Daoyi quickly resolved their battle. He Piaojian was still fighting hand-to-hand, showing no skill whatsoever. As for Fan Daoyi, his opponent surrendered as soon as he entered the ring, and he instantly returned to the audience seats.
How lonely it is to be invincible.
The final top ten list includes four domestic players, including them.
"Weiyang, it seems you have quite a few elites this time." Olivia stared at the players on the field with a gloomy expression, her words filled with undisguised sarcasm.
The China representative, Weiyang, humbly replied, "Your country is quite good too; of the six selected, three are from your school. Oh, you had four last year, is the missing one absent?"
"Hmph, just a smooth talker."
The Weiyang tapped the table lightly with its finger, and a faint ripple extended to the opposite side.
Fan Daoyi slightly raised his eyes, watching the wisp of energy swirling around He Piaojian. Then, He Piaojian followed the direction of the energy and met Weiyang's gaze.
Their eyes met, and they understood each other's meaning.
Fan Daoyi intercepted the message with a flick of his wrist, listening to Weiyang He Piaojian.
"Crush them."
His concise and to-the-point remarks were completely at odds with his refined and gentlemanly image in the stands.
He Piaojian also acted quickly, stepping forward to confront the outer school.
"Honestly, one-on-one is boring. How about a tag team where I take on all six of you?"
Arrogant! That was their impression of He Piaojian at that moment.
The two students selected from China also frowned.
"Friend, it's best not to be reckless right now," they advised.
Junior and senior students are busy preparing for internships and graduation projects, so they have no time to pay attention to the secrets of freshmen at other schools. They feel insecure about He Piaojian's arrogant words.
"It's okay, I'm very confident in my abilities."
"Um..." Their gazes lingered on Fan Daoyi, hoping Fan Daoyi could dissuade them.
Fan Daoyi, understanding the implication, spoke up, "Sword One."
"Um?"
"Don't let any of them escape."
"Okay!"
Damn, these two are on the same wavelength!
They suddenly felt a hand on their shoulder, and in their daze, they found themselves inexplicably next to Weiyang.
Faced with the three people who suddenly appeared beside him from the arena, Weiyang raised his eyebrows almost imperceptibly, then relaxed as if he had thought of something.
"We are withdrawing from this top ten competition," Fan Daoyi Weiyang.
"Oh?" Weiyang was clearly smiling, but to the other two, that one word was terrifying.
They tried to speak, wanting to object, but couldn't utter a single word; their voices were cut off by the space.
The urge to shake one's head is met with alarm bells ringing in one's mind, as if the slightest movement would cause one's head and body to separate.
Weiyang tapped on the table, and Fan Daoyi also eavesdropped on the conversation.
"Is this your intention?" Weiyang asked He Piaojian.
"Huh? I don't know. What did Dao Yi tell you?" He Piaojian asked, puzzled. Then he added, "Never mind what he told you, as long as you agree."
Upon receiving He Piaojian's reply, Weiyang nodded to the three of them. "Granted."
With Weiyang agreeing, Fan Daoyi also lifted the spatial blockade on the two.
Realizing they had regained their freedom, they immediately said, "No, I..."
"What?" Before they could finish speaking, Weiyang's face darkened. "You just said you were quitting, and now you want to back out? Are you playing me?"
Upon hearing this, the two men instantly became timid, suddenly realizing that stopping at tenth place wasn't such a bad ranking, was it? Haha...
After confirming that nothing was amiss, Fan Daoyi brought the two unfortunate men back to their places. As soon as they returned, the two hung their heads, utterly dejected, a gloomy atmosphere hanging over them.
Olivia, who had been watching the whole thing, immediately mocked, "Three people retreating before the fight even begins. I think I should take back what I said earlier; your China are getting worse with each generation."
"That's not necessarily true. What if the one still here can take on six of you at once? Wouldn't that make you all look even more humiliated?"
Olivia scoffed at this.
One rule for the top ten is that they can only compete against domestic and international contestants. Only if all the contestants from one country are eliminated can they compete against each other to determine the final winner.
Therefore, according to the rules, they are now left with only the option of engaging in a series of battles with He Piaojian.
"Hmph, you guys decide the order."
He Piaojian was so kind as to give them the choice.
Before long, they made a decision, and a blind man stepped forward. The moment he stepped onto the field, the blind man activated his ability: Vision Sharing.
He Piaojian's vision went completely black in an instant, with only a faint, dim light in his eyes.
"Have I gone blind?"
A murderous aura swept past, He Piaojian instinctively dodged to the side. A streak of blood remained on his cheek.
"A blind man can be this fast?"
He Piaojian used the One Heart of the Sword, a martial arts philosophy), which enhanced his five senses. Even though he was still blind, he could clearly perceive the chaotic aura of his opponent.
He put his hands in his pockets, casually dodging, and when he found an opportunity, he delivered a powerful kick to the opponent's abdomen.
After the blow, his vision returned. But the next moment, a pain shot through his abdomen.
Pain Sharing.
"That ability is really insidious."
He Piaojian was quite forceful; when he lifted his clothes, a bruise was already visible on his abdomen.
After assessing the injuries, he lunged at the blind man. A gust of wind lashed out at the blind man's face, Pain Sharing was activated.
Just as the attack was about to strike the blind man, He Piaojian stopped. Before the blind man could react, a searing pain shot through his arm.
He Piaojian broke his own arm.
The pain made the blind man involuntarily withdraw the Pain Sharing, only to be immediately met with a deep elbow strike to the neck. He saw stars, felt dizzy, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out.
After doing all this, He Piaojian even gave a friendly gesture to the other person with his unharmed hand, mocking them. "Trash, next."
After making his sarcastic remarks, the arm he had broken healed completely, returning to its original state.