Soul Fighting Zone---
Almost instantly, all the students on the field scattered.
Gu Qingnian glanced at the students on the field. They had roughly divided into three formations, with Bei Bei's group of seven slightly forward of the center.
Zhu Lu's group of six stood a little behind them to the left, while all the other Core Disciples occupied the remaining half of the field. They spread out into groups, the largest being a cluster of students with two rings. There were also several clusters of three-ring students, mostly consisting of just one or two people.
For these groups-excluding Huo Yuhao's group of six and Zhu Lu's group of six-there were only three ways to win this match.
First, defeat Gu Qingnian, leaving whoever was in the best condition on the field.
Second, do everything possible to escape Gu Qingnian's pursuit, letting Bei Bei and the others block him as much as possible while they hid with all their might and held out for five minutes.
Third, pin all their hopes on Bei Bei's group of six, then have them choose one of their number. For example, if a small group of three survived alongside Bei Bei and the others, but Gu Qingnian still had enough strength to defeat them, that little group would have to throw themselves to their deaths to buy time.
If Bei Bei and the others won, they would randomly choose one of those three to receive the winning slot. That would be a win for both sides.
But only the second option offered any hope, and even that was a choice born of helplessness. The first was a poor choice, and the third was worse still.
Why? First of all, they did not really know one another. How could they possibly trust the others? And