Ninth World Zone.
Inside a room in a high-rise, Ling Feng kicked a contestant's head apart.
Although he had reached first place on the points leaderboard, Ling Feng was still hunting, just to be safe.
By now, his points had reached 450 million, securing his hold on first place.
Anyone who wanted to compete with him for first place would have to eliminate nearly half the contestants in the World Zone, just as he had, then fight him in a winner-takes-all battle.
Thus, after his points reached their peak, Ling Feng chose a spot to sit cross-legged and quietly waited for the preliminary selection to end.
"The countdown to the end of the Genius Preliminary Selection Battle: 10...9...8..."
As that deep, majestic voice rang out, Ling Feng opened his closed eyes, the corners of his mouth curving upward. "It's finally over."
Yet, in stark contrast to Ling Feng's leisurely composure, the other contestants across the hundred World Zones who had not made the cut began to panic.
"I just need one more point to reach the top 1,001!"
"Damn it, who knocked me out of 1,001st place?"
"There's no time left. Kill!"
"You can't make it into the top 1,001 either. Just let me kill you, and once we're out, I'll reward you handsomely."
"Reward me handsomely? What a load of crap! You're all sweet talk now, but if you turn around and deny everything once we're out, won't I be the one getting screwed?"
In those final moments of the countdown, every World Zone descended into chaos. Everyone who had not made the cut tried every possible means to squeeze their way in.
Ling Feng simply watched the farce in silence, waiting for the preliminary selection to end.
"...5...4...3...2...1...Teleport!"
All the survivors in the hundred World Zones vanished