Three days passed like a white steed flashing past a crack, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
The three-day time limit for the Challenge Tournament had expired. The Heavenly Prodigies standing on the Martial Platforms were wild with joy, while those eliminated looked as though they had lost their parents, standing below the platforms in dejected grief. The scene mirrored their positions perfectly: one group was in the heavens, the other down in the dirt!
Little Green, Little Red, Jie Kong, and the others had all fought their way back onto the Martial Platforms. Lin Zihan, Fatty Zhang, Qing Yun, Wang Yong, Tao Yang, and the others had secured their places in the top hundred without any suspense.
Aside from a handful of Breeding Farm disciples and Shui Family disciples who had suffered elimination, everyone acquainted with Ying Ming Hao or on good terms with him had achieved excellent results.
In the ranking matches that followed, the Heavenly Prodigies from all realms would no longer compete simultaneously. Instead, the matches would proceed like climbing a staircase, one realm after another, from lowest to highest.
They would begin with the Body Integration Realm and finish with the Mystic Saint realm.
The top hundred in each realm would face off. These were people who had fought their way out of hundreds of millions of peers in the same realm, so naturally, they would no longer all compete at once. Giving them individual moments in the spotlight was necessary; otherwise, with every match happening simultaneously, nobody would know which one to watch.
Ying Ming Hao also seized this once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity to congratulate Lin Zihan, Qing Yun, and the others. Then he earnestly urged them not to force themselves in the coming matches. If they could not win, they should concede decisively.