It was brutally violent. Every enemy died in a single strike, as though they were all made of paper.
Wang Yang's eyes were wide open. He watched every sword stroke closely, afraid of missing a single spectacular moment.
Meanwhile, his livestream audience kept growing. From eighty or ninety thousand at the start, it had now comfortably broken past a hundred thousand.
"This guy is ruthless. He doesn't give his opponents a chance."
"And you're telling me he's a high school student? Then what does that make me?"
"The kids taking the College Entrance Exam in Suzhe Province this year are in for a real treat."
Although the College Entrance Exam was a national examination, the competition took place within each province. That meant Xu Ziming's strength would pit the other prodigies in Suzhe Province against this terrifying monster.
For the next half hour, Xu Ziming continued his frenzied slaughter, as though putting on a show. He never encountered another opponent he found remotely interesting.
Until he reached forty-nine consecutive wins!
Congratulations on winning this match. Points gained: 10. Current points: 490.
Xu Ziming exhaled. The repetitive sword swings had left him mentally weary, mainly because they were so boring. There was no fun in it.
On the Pengcheng leaderboard, Peng Zhuofeng, Chen Jinghao, and Shen Xingyue had all reached five hundred points, officially entering the gold tier.
Most of the others hovered around four hundred points, lagging far behind. He had already climbed into fourth place.
"Finally, things should get interesting."
The matchmaking time had grown longer. Someone at four hundred and ninety points would only be matched against players above five hundred points, just as Xu Ziming had been during his silver promotion matches.
And every person who had reached five hundred points in these short two