(First, put your hands on your hips—extra-large cup!)
Meanwhile.
The instant the meteor crashed down, Du Qiyu controlled the Beast Tamers that had luckily survived nearby and drove them back through the scorching flames to this scorched-earth battlefield. His true body, meanwhile, lay at the edge of the wasteland disguised as a soldier who had died, thereby expanding the range of his Beast Tamers as much as possible.
Hiding one's true body was a discipline, especially when one's temper was difficult to control.
Sun Miao's guess about Little Seven had basically been completely correct. His emotions truly were a little problematic, to the point that he had no choice but to suppress their backlash by dividing his own strength and wisdom.
Of course, this problem had not existed from the beginning. It had only appeared two months ago.
As for why it had appeared...
Whenever Du Qiyu thought back to the matter, he always felt that he had been toyed with.
He had indeed fulfilled his promise to increase his strength, but before that, he had never known that increasing his strength would come at such a great cost. His strength had clearly grown, yet his score had fallen from 2,600 to 2,000.
Du Qiyu had not lied. He had indeed once reached 2,600 points, but he had also lied, because that score existed only in the past.
So when he learned at the beginning of the trial that Little Ten had 2,200 points, his emotions became somewhat difficult to suppress.
Why did Little Ten have a higher score than his current self?
With this thought in mind, his prejudice against Cheng Shi grew deeper and his hatred grew stronger. Eventually, he realized that these emotions were affecting the trial's rhythm too much, and he had no choice but to