There were 512 ghouls in the tenth round.
That meant 1,024 in the eleventh round, 2,048 in the twelfth, and the number would surge to 4,096 in the thirteenth.
If, as Xiao Xiao had guessed, there were still four more rounds, then before tonight's hunting match truly ended, the You Zui Hunting Team might have to face 8,192 ghouls at once.
It was a number that sounded despairing just to hear.
Zheng Qing had no doubt that, aside from the top-ranked school teams and academy teams in all of First University, most of the other hunting teams participating in the trials would not last until the end.
More than 8,000 ghouls—rounding it off, that was nearly 10,000!
One hundred and ten thousand were entirely different concepts.
The You Zui Hunting Team might have handled a hundred ghouls as easily as chopping vegetables, but ten thousand ghouls—not even ghouls; even if there were ten thousand pigs, even if they obediently stood still, the five of them would not have enough time left to catch them all.
Not to mention those "pigs" would run around, squeal, charge about, and bite people!
"We should have let Fatty take the field."
Dylan pulled a red handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped the dust from his face, striving to maintain the image of an Under the Moon Aristocrat. "Whether it's the Blue Giant or 'that' battle formation, both are extremely efficient against large numbers of cannon fodder."
"Ghouls aren't cannon fodder, and this is only the first trial."
Zhang Jixin immediately rejected the Vampire Werewolf's suggestion, his expression grave. "If we expose our secret weapon to everyone in the very first trial..."
"If we can't even last until the end of the first trial, what use is a secret weapon?" Dylan, quite unusually, argued