A day passed, and a total of fifty matches were held!
The pace was already quite fast.
Some genius battles were decided in a single strike. It was unbelievably fast and astonishing to watch.
This showed that even among the top thousand, some people still had vastly different levels of strength!
Those ranked toward the bottom of the top thousand would basically be defeated in one move when they encountered those ranked near the top.
"The battles among the top thousand are fought one at a time. We don't have to watch them until our eyes blur like before!"
"Wonderful! Truly wonderful!"
"Although one-on-one matches take more time, they really are much more enjoyable to watch than before."
"These genius martial artists' battles really broaden one's horizons."
"I'm looking forward more and more to Wang Teng's next battle. That first match was so satisfying."
"I want to see someone get smashed with a brick. I don't know why, but the more I watched, the itchier my hands got."
"My hands are itching too."
"Same here, same itch!"
"Where's that fatty? Where did he go?"
"He probably hid in some corner to cry. Pretending to be a pig for too long turned him into one. He's too embarrassed to show his face."
"But his strength is still pretty good. There's still a Resurrection Battle for five hundred people next, so he should be able to fight his way back."
The crowd discussed it with great interest. Although some people found Wade somewhat wretched, his strength was indeed decent, and he should be able to go farther.
That was how things were in the universe. Strength reigned supreme, and everything depended on strength. When someone was powerful, some of their flaws would be overlooked. People would only remember their power and