By the time the sun sank in the west, the fierce battles on the Martial Platforms for every cultivation realm had drawn to a close. Of the three thousand contestants in each realm, fewer than five hundred had advanced to the next round.
Next came the more than twenty-five hundred eliminated contestants from each realm, fighting like ravenous wolves over a scant fifty spots.
To simplify matters, the supervising elders made a swift decision: they randomly assigned opponents to Heaven's Chosen in each realm for one-on-one duels.
Winners would face winners, while losers would be eliminated outright, until only the final fifty remained!
The Heavenly Prodigies who had already advanced had no interest in watching these challenges. They sat down on the ground and immersed themselves in cultivation, racing against the clock to recover and strengthen themselves.
After all, tomorrow would decide the top hundred.
Quite a few Heavenly Prodigies steeled themselves and swallowed large quantities of pills, sending their cultivation rocketing to the peak of their current realm.
Although this would have some adverse effects, they could no longer afford to worry about them.
They could simply undergo a couple more life-and-death battles afterward to make their cultivation as solid as bedrock.
They had never expected to fight their way this far. Now that they had made it, if they did not stake everything on one final push, when would they?!
Were they supposed to wait until they lost, then drown in regret?!
A place among the top hundred in each realm on the South Sea Continent was like a gleaming pearl within arm's reach. Once they entered those ranks, their names would thunder across the entire South Sea Continent.
Moreover, they would receive the protection of that elusive heavenly dao fortune. Opportunities would surge toward them like