These so-called prodigies weren't even qualified to serve as Xu Ziming's sparring partners. Anyone who could withstand a single move from him while injured was already exceptional.
In the third match, Xu Ziming still didn't move. He killed his opponent instantly.
The fourth match ended in an instant kill.
The fifth match...
For twenty matches straight, nearly half an hour, Xu Ziming had done little more than slaughter his opponents.
Not one fight lasted more than ten seconds. The thing that took the most time was finding a match.
Before him, the Battle Net kept repeating the same announcements.
[Congratulations to user "Little Ming Who Can't Use a Sword" on winning the match. Points +10. Current match points: 200] [Matching has begun. Please wait patiently.]
Before Xu Ziming knew it, his score had reached 200. He was nearly caught up with Peng Zhuofeng and the others. A few more matches, and he might even run into them.
The highest score on Pengcheng's leaderboard had reached 430. Chen Jinghao held that record, ten points ahead of Peng Zhuofeng.
Most likely, Chen Jinghao had been frantically grinding matches while Peng Zhuofeng rested.
Xu Ziming kept scrolling down the leaderboard. His own name was there now, in seventy-eighth place in Pengcheng.
Soon. If he kept going, it wouldn't be long before his name appeared in the top ten.
Apart from Peng Zhuofeng, Chen Jinghao, and Shen Xingyue, the others had kept matching, but their scores had barely risen.
They were stuck trading wins and losses. Clearly, they couldn't climb any higher.
All Xu Ziming needed was time to pass them one by one and reach 500 points.
Perhaps because of his twenty-win streak, even the system was taking longer to find him a match.
Seconds ticked by. Roughly four minutes passed