"Seventh Brother, in less than twenty days, there were only 127 people left in the Simulation Arena. We made history!" Feng Zhong kept opening and closing the rankings, checking them again and again with excitement written all over his face. "If I hadn't taken part myself, I wouldn't have believed we pulled this off."
"Seventh Brother did most of it. At best, we just cheered from the sidelines," Wang San solemnly corrected him. The three skulls still hung around his neck, but another necklace made of finger bones had appeared. Dressed like a shaman from some primitive religion, he looked both wicked and alluring.
"It was everyone working together. Without your cooperation, I couldn't have gotten this far either." Dug smiled, not taking the credit for himself.
"Seventh Brother is being modest. With your skills, even without the two of us, you'd only have gotten this far a little slower. There's no way you couldn't have done it. On the other hand, without you, we might still be squatting in some godforsaken corner!" Feng Zhong said. "The luckiest thing that ever happened to me was getting caught by Seventh Brother outside Luyang City."
"Me too. Without Seventh Brother, I might already have been eliminated," Wang San said. "A Keyword like Yandere is too niche, and its growth potential is too low. It was basically impossible to make it to the end. But now I'm second in the Simulation Arena. It feels like a dream."
"San'er, you won't be holding second place for long. Once my Tongue of Right and Wrong throws the martial world into complete chaos, second place will be mine," Feng Zhong said.
A small toy resembling a switch appeared in his hand, and his fingers habitually flicked it back and forth.
After leaving Huashan Sect, Feng Zhong