"Fuck, he won again!"
"Awesome! He took the crucial positioning battle!"
"Hahaha, let the Middle Realm Your Highnesses have a taste of the frustration we felt back then!"
"Wang Ye really gets stronger against stronger opponents. His depths are unfathomable!"
"Three wins in the Life and Death Three Battles! He's advancing!"
The praise was endless!
With one spectacular battle after another, Wang Ye had set the god humans ablaze!
This was the pride of their lower-realm god humans!
So what if he had suffered three straight losses?
He had fought through brambles and thorns, launching a powerful comeback!
In the end, he had knocked Fifth Highness, Third Highness, and Fourth Highness—the top six from the previous competition—off their horses one by one!
Was there luck involved?
There definitely was, to some extent.
But with three consecutive wins, strength was what mattered most!
Every battle had been brutal, and they had come three in a row!
Wang Ye had firmly seized his fate of advancement in his own hands!
With one round to spare, he had secured one of the top six spots!
It was not because he would face Yao Tong, who had lost every match, in the final round.
Rather, he was one win ahead of both Sky God and Great Luck Great Profit. That meant that no matter whom he tied with in the end, he would advance.
Of course, that possibility was minuscule.
No one believed that Yao Tong, who had lost every battle, could defeat Wang Ye, who was riding high on thirteen consecutive victories.
Even if Wang Ye had expended a great deal.
"Do you still have any strength left?" Yao Tong asked tentatively.
"No." Wang Ye told the truth.
His battle against Sky God had not actually drained him too badly.
But against