Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
The competition resumed.
The audience had been waiting for a long time and immediately flooded into the Virtual Universe.
"The matches are starting!"
"Honestly, I don't want to watch these matches anymore. I just want to see the final showdown between Wang Teng and the Imperial Son."
"I want to see Wang Teng and the Imperial Son's final battle too! I'm super excited!"
"Stop saying that. Are you just going to ignore the other contestants? They're talented martial warriors too, alright?"
"It's all Wang Teng's fault. His brilliance is too overwhelming, making all the other talented martial warriors seem rather dim."
"Wang Teng: So it's my fault?"
"The dozen or so other talented martial warriors are actually quite strong. It's not like they're unwatchable."
"And there are still the four goddesses. Even though Wang Teng smashed huge lumps onto the backs of their heads and damaged their image, I won't change my heart. I still support them."
"You really are unwaveringly devoted!"
"Not only am I unwaveringly devoted, I'm also very faithful. I don't like anyone else; I only like the four goddesses."
"Pfft, anyone who didn't know better would think the four goddesses were the same person."
After three days of rest, the Second Prince, Ji Haochen, and the others had recovered more than halfway. One after another, they rose to their feet and prepared to fight.
For them, losing the first match to Wang Teng had undoubtedly been a tremendous blow.
But since it had already happened, they could only look forward.
Seventeen people were fighting for the top ten. Two of those spots had clearly already been claimed by Wang Teng and the Imperial Son, which meant only eight places remained for them.
They were already relatively