Reaching the Summit

"Why did it have to be Jiang Chen..."

As undercurrents surged through the Profound Dipper Hall and Hundred Weapons Hall, Chu Wenxuan's feelings were rather complicated.

Under normal circumstances, he would have been more than happy to see the Profound Dipper Hall and Hundred Weapons Hall turn on each other like dogs tearing at dogs.

But the problem was that Jiang Chen had stirred this matter up.

As the saying went, the more outstanding Jiang Chen's performance was, the more it proved how wrong Chu Wenxuan's decision that day had been.

"Next."

Elder Song descended, sweeping her sleeve.

The gravely wounded, blood-spitting Wang Xinhai was swept up by a gentle force and drifted outside the Martial Combat Platform.

The steward in charge of Dingyan District immediately sent someone to take him to the Medicine Hall.

Although Wang Xinhai had not died, both his arms had been shattered, his breastbone cracked, and his internal organs injured. He would likely need several months of recuperation before fully recovering.

This also meant that Wang Xinhai had completely withdrawn from the fight for an advancement slot.

"What a pity!"

In Dingyan District, quite a few newcomers sighed regretfully.

With Wang Xinhai's strength, he had originally stood a great chance of securing a slot.

But he had insisted on stepping forward to challenge Jiang Chen over a momentary dispute.

Now, not only had he become Jiang Chen's stepping stone to fame, but he had even lost his qualification to contend for an advancement slot.

By the time he recovered from his injuries, he would probably not even be able to see the backs of his peers.

"Fortunately, Jiang Chen's ambition is to take first place."

Those Heaven's Chosen in the second tier were immensely relieved.

If Jiang Chen had not set his sights on first