"Gladiatorial combat means killing one another." Zou Jiao clenched his teeth, a vicious glint surfacing in his eyes.
"Killing one another? Why? Didn't you say we only needed to refine the Yuan True Stones?" Bai Yan understood something in an instant, but she still couldn't believe their luck could be this bad.
"Yes. Under normal circumstances, with enough time, refining them would indeed be enough to leave this place. But the previous batch of prodigies left only recently. The earliest ones to come up this time are all the stragglers from the previous batch. And with so little time having passed since the last selection, there's no way to gather enough Yuan True Stones to meet the minimum requirement!" Zou Jiao's face was pale, because his quantity was considered above average.
At this point, how could Bai Yan still not understand? "So gladiatorial combat means killing one another, with the strong gathering enough from the weak to leave, using the amount of Yuan True Stones that one High Venerable takes away with one prodigy as the standard?"
"Exactly. The goods are paid for through gladiatorial combat. The three prodigies with the most Yuan True Stones get to choose opponents other than one another. Once they gather enough Yuan True Stones, they're done. If the chosen opponent kills them midway, the victor continues gathering." The more Zou Jiao spoke, the more despair crept across his face.
"Going by that amount, once the minimum is gathered, there should be no more than three battles at most, right?" Bai Yan still hadn't realized how terrifying this rule was and continued to cling to a sliver of hope.
"Heh. What if those three don't choose opponents with more Yuan True Stones, but would rather spend more time choosing opponents weaker than themselves to gather