"You're amazing, big brother! That Draco Meteor was so cool!"
Ye Menghan immediately handed Ye Qing a wet wipe so he could wipe the dust off his face.
Having won this match, Ye Qing did a quick mental calculation. He still needed to win five more matches to reach the top sixteen.
If that was the average standard among these five hundred competitors, winning them really would not be easy.
"Feeling the pressure?"
Wang Yao patted Ye Qing's shoulder, knowing that this match had not been an easy win for him.
"Yeah. Matches with pressure are what make it interesting."
Ye Qing smiled and perked up to watch the others' matches.
Compared to his own match, the others were somewhat lackluster. When there was a large gap in strength, a match took only a minute or two at the quickest, or five or six minutes at the slowest. It was not until dusk that the 512 competitors were whittled down to 256.
Ye Qing also watched the matches of people he knew. Fortunately, few of his acquaintances were pushovers, and everyone except Ye Yunyin advanced successfully.
That evening, several enormous floodlights came on, and Ye Qing faced his second opponent.
Gabite took the field again, but this competitor was not on Wei Jianhai's level and was knocked flat by Gabite in just a few moves.
After his second match, Ye Qing was already feeling a little sleepy. Still, to assess his opponents' strength, he forced himself to stay up watching until midnight.
On his way back, Ye Qing suddenly noticed a pair of figures glued together beneath a streetlight ahead.
Why glued together? Because the two were pressed so tightly against each other that they seemed to want to melt the other into their own body.
My cousin?
Seeing that