Three days flew by in the blink of an eye.
Lu Lin had visited Xueye's research lab several times.
Maybe it was just his imagination, but he felt that Tian Xiaoling's soul was slowly recovering.
However, Loren said there hadn't been any obvious changes.
When Lu Lin left the lab last night, he winked at Tian Xiaoling.
She gave him the same response.
Lu Lin felt at ease.
He knew Tian Xiaoling had recovered.
Next came the long group-stage phase.
Lu Lin had already familiarized himself with the group-stage rules.
A million Martial Artists had made it into the group stage, divided into a thousand groups. The top ten in each group would ultimately be selected.
These ten thousand experts would be given the title of Top 10,000.
From then on, within the Five Great Powers and their affiliated forces, they would receive a twenty percent discount on anything that cost money, whether shopping, cultivation, transportation, or anything else.
Of course, that wasn't the important part. Once they made the Top 10,000, these geniuses would have an increasingly broad path ahead of them. The small discount was merely a gesture of respect.
That was because, under the group-stage rules, every contestant had to fight exactly one battle each day.
A victory earned one point.
There were no draws.
A defeat earned no points.
So after a Martial Artist had fought a thousand consecutive matches, their true combat strength would have been thoroughly revealed.
No one could claim the Martial Artists selected through these rules had gotten in through connections or that there was anything suspicious about them.
Every genius who made the Top 10,000 was genuine gold, tested in the furnace of raging flames.
Of course, because of the rules, it was impossible to complete every match in the group