"Hmph! Let's see if you can still laugh this time. If you're not stupid, you'd better lose quickly. Otherwise, if you run into me, heh heh!"
He had just finished checking the arena assignment in his hand when he heard a faint cold snort from nearby. Looking up, he saw Yue Zhan holding his own Quota Talisman, his face filled with chill.
Two words flashed upon the Quota Talisman: "C-4"!
C-4 meant the fourth match in C Zone. His own match was the second. Barring any surprises, they would definitely meet when competing for the top four—provided neither of them lost a match.
If either lost one match, they would not meet.
And once someone lost, it basically meant they had no chance of becoming a Core Disciple.
Although there was supposedly still one spot among the remaining twenty-seven people, choosing one from twenty-seven was simply too difficult. There was almost no hope to speak of.
"You should worry about yourself. Don't lose!"
Nie Yun laughed heartily, ignoring Yue Zhan's face as it darkened. He turned to glance at Nie Tong. "Be careful!"
"A-1" meant the first match in A Zone. The competition was about to begin.
"Don't worry!"
Nie Tong laughed, took a longsword from the weapon rack, and leaped lightly onto the A Zone platform.
His opponent was a former Top Twenty expert from the Earth Grade Zone. During the two months of trials, he seemed to have improved again. Seeing Nie Tong as his opponent, his eyes were full of coldness.
"Come on..."
With a roar, he charged at Nie Tong. But before he could reach him, a cold flash flickered before his eyes.
Pfft!
A sword tip pierced through his throat, and a drop of blood slowly fell to the ground.
"His strength has improved again..."