Everyone had calmed down. It was as though, after witnessing a Celestial Supreme Realm expert being slaughtered, they had suddenly become composed; they no longer even considered a mere Celestial Realm Ninth Stage worth noticing.
As another hundred thousand points appeared, Ye Xiwen's ranking instantly surpassed Mu Tianfang, who had been in second place. In one breath, he surged into second, and ahead of him, only Cang Baifeng remained. Cang Baifeng's score was not much higher than Ye Xiwen's either, only by a few tens of thousands of points.
It should be said that the scores of the original top five had been nearly neck and neck, without much difference between them—only a gap of several tens of thousands of points. Such a gap was enormous to those below them, but to these people, several tens of thousands of points merely depended on whether they wished to surpass the others.
Mu Tianfang's face turned green, then white. He had only just declared that Ye Xiwen could never overtake him, could never turn things around, when Ye Xiwen delivered a heaven-shaking reversal and viciously slapped him across the face.
That slap rang loud. He could practically feel the mockery in everyone else's gazes.
Which of those standing here was not a peerless genius? Yet experts born from the Four Great Royal Clans had always pressed them down by a head, and they had long been dissatisfied. Now that they had an opportunity to mock Mu Tianfang, naturally none of them would let it slip away.
Fury blazed in Mu Tianfang's heart, but he had no way to vent it. The more he reacted, the more it would seem that he had a guilty conscience.
He looked toward Cang Baifeng and said, "He'll surpass you soon. Don't you care?"
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