Including humans and other races, a total of 1,435 people ultimately advanced to the main competition.
Calculated according to the current total number of players.
Among three million people, only one player with both strength and luck could advance to the main competition.
At that ratio, Tian Yuan Territory had only fifty thousand people yet sent three players through, which was already quite impressive.
But no one was satisfied, and no one thought this number was reasonable.
Compared with the ordinary survivors who had only just migrated to the New Continent, they had enjoyed treatment and training dozens or even hundreds of times better, yet had failed to produce results to match.
And this was only the threshold of the main competition. There were only three of them left.
If the main competition eliminated them over several more rounds, wouldn't they be completely wiped out?
"There's nothing we can do. Those guys are simply too monstrous. They climbed a three-thousand-meter mountain without even getting winded. If the Old Daoist hadn't been absurdly lucky today, I wouldn't even have made it into the main competition."
Old Daoist recalled the danger of the final match, still shaken.
He was a scavenger, belonging to the adventure-enhancement route.
His opponent had been a Battlefield Medic Apprentice, belonging to the support-enhancement route.
In the final round, the two of them had drawn a competition objective on a three-thousand-meter-high Barren Mountain: find a designated item within two hours.
In theory, this should have been an advantageous test for a scavenger, allowing him to overwhelm his opponent with his greater endurance.
But no one had expected that his opponent simply wouldn't need the special ability enhancement brought by his route.
He only used the simplest attribute-point enhancement, along with the advantage of his physical fitness.
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