Today was the sixth day since the Hunting Competition began.
After five days of competition, some of the less capable participants found it difficult to improve their scores any further.
Over the past few days of fighting, they had continuously used up the supply potions they had brought with them. The fatigue accumulated from prolonged combat could not be made up for by a little sleep at night. Gradually, their condition became far worse than it had been at the start, and some participants had already ended their competition early for safety reasons.
There was a hidden button on the competition wristband. As long as one infused it with Blood Qi or mana and pressed it, nearby supervisors would come to assess the situation. Once they confirmed with the supervisor that they were withdrawing from the competition, their score would be locked in, and the supervisor would take them out of the Serene Forest.
After all, those participating in the Hunting Competition were young geniuses from various kingdoms. Their unfortunate deaths would be no small loss.
Of course, even so, absolute safety for the contestants could not be guaranteed. Every year, more or fewer people died or went missing in the Hunting Competition due to accidents.
Naturally, the contestants knew this as well.
Anything that could bring profit often came with risks. They understood that simple truth.
Yet many contestants had still come with hopes of making a name for themselves overnight. However, after these past few days, cruel reality had dealt them a savage blow. The gap between them and the true geniuses was like an impassable chasm. No matter how hard they tried, they simply could not bridge it.
Those contestants who had recognized reality lost the will to keep struggling.
Some had even given up as early