Keeping It Low-Key, Just Fighting Casually

The first round's appeal was not whether one could advance, but getting an early look at the stronger experts.

Though they were both at Star Lord First Order, some barely scraped through the qualifiers, while others had already killed hundreds within a few short hours. The gap was clearly enormous.

Qin Heng had been keeping an eye on those at the top of the leaderboard.

There were quite a few prodigies in the Eastern Ancient Holy Land. Within a hundred Void Ember Years, over a thousand had reached Star Lord Eighth Order alone. Including those whose actual combat strength far surpassed their own realm, there were probably two or three thousand people worth watching.

At this point, more than a hundred people had already begun to stand out in World No. 1, their scores far ahead of the rest.

Most of those with mediocre strength, meanwhile, became mere foils. Their scores had been killed into the negatives; whenever they encountered others, they either could not win or only won with great difficulty, and they were easily picked off in ambushes.

Though life and death in the Soul Dimension were false, constantly being beaten to death was still quite depressing.

Seeing those people's miserable plight, the Earth Star Lords who had barely advanced and were sitting beside Qin Heng felt uneasy one after another, as though they could already foresee their own tragic fates after entering the arena.

The Goddess of War did not use her true strength. Relying only on the extreme speed she had gained after comprehending the Law of Time, she knocked down everyone she encountered with "one punch"—plain and unadorned, fighting low-key while racking up points in grand fashion.

The day-long schedule of a Void Ember Day gradually neared its end. Jialian, who had killed the most