Sigh, what kind of mess was this?
Looking at the one point that had been added to his score again, Qin Shaofeng was truly speechless.
This time, Qin Shaofeng had entered another competition, and this event was worth a total of three points.
But unfortunately, Qin Shaofeng had fallen one move short and finished in second place by a hair, ultimately gaining only two points.
This left Qin Shaofeng rather helpless, because he knew the person who had taken first place—it was Gu Bo, a prodigy of the Ancient Clan.
This competition involved inscribing formations onto weapons.
Although Qin Shaofeng had acquired quite a few formations from the knowledge passed down by Old Bai, the White Emperor, this competition was about seeing who could inscribe the most formations onto a high-grade divine weapon that was not even a treasured artifact.
The high-grade divine weapons used by all contestants were of identical grade, and even their templates were exactly the same.
The three formations to be inscribed were also the same.
Yet in the end, while ensuring that the high-grade divine weapon in his hand would not collapse, Qin Shaofeng had exhausted every possible method and managed to inscribe only one hundred and three formations.
But Gu Bo had edged him out, inscribing one more formation.
Although after inscribing the one hundred and fourth formation, the high-grade divine weapon in Gu Bo's hand had held on for only a quarter of an hour before completely collapsing.
As long as it lasted for a quarter of an hour, however, it counted as passing and could be recorded as a result.
Qin Shaofeng greatly admired that.
Because when he had inscribed the one hundred and third formation onto that high-grade divine weapon, he had already sensed that the weapon in his hand could