Tan Hongsheng and Gao Hongqiao, who had blended among the third-generation disciples as a surprise force, were both dumbfounded as they watched Dug and the other two carve through the battlefield.
Gao Hongqiao swallowed. "Old Tan, aren't these three bastards a little too fierce?!"
Tan Hongsheng's expression was grim. "If you could stir up such a huge commotion in a dozen days, you'd be this fierce too. Fuck, they're not leaving anyone else a way to survive..."
Gao Hongqiao asked in confusion, "How can the three of them be so coordinated, so trusting of one another? Everyone in the Simulation Arena is competing against each other. Do they know each other?"
"The odds of that are too low," said Tan Hongsheng. "At first, they might have held each other in check. But if all three of them made it into the Simulation Arena's top ten, then before eliminating everyone else, they would be absolutely reliable allies."
Gao Hongqiao froze. "Then do we still make our move? Zong Gui clearly can't hold on. That idiot even sent several elders out..."
"Given the current situation, if Zong Gui loses, do you think the two of us will have a chance to escape?" Tan Hongsheng asked.
Gao Hongqiao looked at Dug's ghostlike speed, and his expression changed. "Old Tan, if we surrender, do you think Feng Qi might take us in?"
Tan Hongsheng asked, "What's your Keyword?"
Gao Hongqiao blinked. "Bravery. Didn't I tell you?"
Tan Hongsheng gave a derisive laugh and shook his head. "At a life-or-death moment like this, is there any point in keeping up the disguise? Let's show each other our Keywords and see whether we have any hope of turning this around. My Keyword is Competition. My advanced skill is Involution Master. As long as I initiate a