Ye Xiwen's score was still only a few thousand points. Even Qing Luo had far more than him; anyone with over ten thousand points could surpass him.
Not to mention those top experts with scores in the hundreds of thousands.
The reason those people had not yet gathered here was not because they could not make it in time, but because they were unwilling to give up before the very last moment.
For most people, after more than fifty had died or been injured, those remaining had basically secured their rankings. The gaps between them were not great, so there was no need to continue. If they capsized in the gutter at the last moment, it would be a complete tragedy.
But for the very best—for those few in the top ten—the battle for first place was reaching its fiercest, white-hot stage. The gaps between them were tiny, and they could be overtaken at any moment.
Aside from Fa Wushuang, only Lei Zhenghua had given up and headed for the valley rendezvous, having already fallen noticeably behind the nine people ahead of him. Everyone else was still fighting outside.
There was one month left until the one-year deadline, and for all these experts, this final month would be the time that truly decided the world.
Everyone looked at Ye Xiwen in surprise, unable to understand where his confidence came from. There was still one month left, yes, but everyone had fought for an entire year to achieve their current scores. With his strength, he could certainly rank among the best, but catching up to so many equally formidable experts should have been utterly impossible.
Where did his confidence come from?
"Still, I'll need everyone's help. I can't do it alone," Ye Xiwen said with a smile.
"My ranking was more