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The next day.
Another fierce battle was underway. The remaining fifty young contestants would be narrowed down to twenty-five.
Today's Clan Competition was also extremely exciting, but Hun Xiu did not go.
He arrived at the summit of the back mountain early that day.
He absorbed the Dou Qi of heaven and earth, gradually recovering from his injuries and preparing for tomorrow's Clan Competition.
He wanted to face tomorrow's unknown beginning in his best condition.
Watch everyone else's matches?
He had no such inclination. Instead of watching others, wouldn't it be better to work hard and improve his own strength?
The following day.
Today was the third day of the Clan Competition.
It was still the same Training Arena.
However, half the people on it were gone. Hun Xiu, Hun Feng, Hun Huan'er, Soul Dan, Hun Qiu, and the other younger members of the Hun Clan were all among those remaining.
Hun Dun looked at the young people before him, his eyelids lifting slightly.
With a wave of his hand,
fifty balls of light appeared in midair.
Hun Dun explained blandly, "The light balls contain numbers from one to fifty."
"One against fifty, two against forty-nine."
"Draw!"
Whoosh! Whoosh!...
Everyone used their techniques, and one light ball after another flew toward them.
Hun Xiu still did not move.
He was still planning to take the last one.
After everyone else had drawn, Hun Xiu made a grasping motion with his hand, and only then did the final ball of light fall into his palm.
"Number one."
Hun Xiu was slightly stunned as he looked at the number in his hand.
Last time, he had drawn last and gotten one hundred.
This time, he had also drawn last, yet he got one.
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