Time slipped by, the years flying like a shuttle. In the blink of an eye, Ying Ming Hao and his companions had spent two full days hidden among the scattered rocks.
Now the third day had arrived, bringing the elimination round to its final stretch.
Outside, the fighting grew ever more savage, with a heart-stopping free-for-all erupting every few kilometers.
After all, no one wanted to suffer elimination. If they failed to seize enough points now, they could only bid a regretful farewell to the next round.
The many disciples who had initially surrounded Ying Ming Hao scattered like birds and beasts. There was no reason to sacrifice their precious chance of advancing to the second round just to trap him until his defeat. The losses simply outweighed the gains.
The remaining disciples, unwilling to give up and stubbornly refusing to see reason, seemed possessed, unable to pull themselves free.
Yet none of this escaped Ying Ming Hao's sharp eyes. He seized his chance and struck as swiftly as a phantom, picking off those obstinate fools one by one. In mere moments, he had cleared them all out.
By then, Ying Ming Hao and his companions each held a full sixteen points. Their places in the next round were as good as nailed down.
But Ying Ming Hao did not choose to remain hidden there and quietly wait for the elimination round to end...
Instead, he led Yun Qingyi and the others out, moving as cautiously as though treading on thin ice. He intended to seize more points and plunder more resources, while honing his strength and hungrily absorbing experience from every kind of battle.
Only then could he break into the next realm with the force of thunder. As his cultivation increased day by day, the time required