Afterwards, Qi Ling wiped her hands clean and then treated the wound on her hands simply. Although her self-healing ability was amazing, such a penetrating wound would indeed need some time to heal.
"Honestly, my luck isn't great. I even got injured dealing with these few punks," Qi Ling thought helplessly. "But appearances can be deceiving. People like this have such hidden strengths; we really can't be careless."
However, this time, Qi Ling did make some progress. He picked up the dagger that Tu Yan had used earlier from the ground, wiped it clean, and began to study it carefully.
The reason this dagger could injure itself, besides its sharpness, is that it possesses a special attribute—armor penetration!
Similar to Zhu Zhuqing's Netherworld power, this dagger's defense-breaking level is significantly higher, so much so that it can easily break through even one's own defenses. Qi Ling estimates that, at least in this competition, no one will be able to stop it.
After putting the dagger away, Qi Ling looked helplessly at Xiaoyu, who was still fast asleep beside her, feeling a bit annoyed. She had finished all the work, and the girl still hadn't woken up. Was the medicine really that strong?
At this moment, the number on Qi Ling's chest had also changed. Tu Yan must have already succeeded once from someone else, so his number was 2. Adding Jin Suo and Yin Suo, the total score was 4, so the number on Qi Ling's chest had changed from 5 to 9.
This undoubtedly means that even if Xiaoyu doesn't wake up, Qi Ling can take her with her to get through the trial.
This undoubtedly made Qi Ling sigh. Could this girl's ability be due to super luck? Otherwise, how could she have fallen into his hands? Qi Ling believed that if it were someone else, in such a dangerous environment, they would definitely not care about a stranger they had just met.
"Hey, consider yourself lucky! Honestly, you're sleeping like a little pig!" Qi Ling poked Xiaoyu's cheek helplessly, but Xiaoyu continued to sleep soundly without any reaction.
So Qi Ling had no choice but to carry Xiaoyu away. This time, with the number 9 on his chest, Qi Ling was undoubtedly a huge attraction to everyone, but no one dared to lay a hand on him anymore.
The reason is simple: when facing two weaklings, everyone wants to take advantage, but when facing a group of obviously strong opponents, few people have the courage.
Not long after, Qi Ling encountered Kurumi walking towards her. Even in this environment filled with violence and death, Kurumi's movements remained elegant, as if she were walking not on a blood-stained ground, but in a garden filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers.
"Ah, Bai Di, it's so good that you're safe and sound," Kurumi said. "That's amazing! You actually took down eight enemies? I only managed to take down seven. You're really impressive."
Kurumi's standard for judgment was naturally the number on the two people's chests. Qi Ling didn't deliberately correct it, since seven and eight didn't seem to be that far apart.
"I was just lucky. The people who came to me were supposedly not very strong, so I was able to take them down," Qi Ling said. "Even so, I was injured and almost killed. You'll see."
As she spoke, Qi Ling raised her hand and showed the two wounds on her body. However, to Qi Ling's embarrassment, these wounds had almost healed on their own after the time that had just passed. It was too late if she didn't take a look!
"Wow, that was really intense," Kurumi said. "I was in a real bind just now; I almost met with something terrible, but luckily I managed to defeat my opponent."
Qi Ling couldn't help but look at Kurumi. Good heavens, she was even less convincing than herself! Her clothes were so neat and tidy that there wasn't a single wrinkle, except for some bloodstains on the hem of her skirt, but it was clearly not Kurumi's own blood.
Two people, each with their own ulterior motives, engaged in this rather hypocritical exchange. But that was for the best; at least they both knew what the other was thinking, so there was no need to guess what was real or fake.
With less than an hour left until the end of the competition, most of the battles had already concluded. Those remaining were either already qualified or still struggling to find a way to snatch a spot in the next round.
Qi Ling and Kurumi had already accumulated enough points, so there was no need for them to continue fighting. They decided to find a place to wait for the time to run out, since preserving their points was just as important as gaining them.
Ultimately, the two chose a high-rise building and hid on the top floor, from where they could see the entire street below, making it ideal for defense.
Qi Ling originally thought that nothing more would happen by this point, but he was clearly too naive. Before long, a commotion arose from the street outside, and it seemed that there were quite a few people involved.
Qi Ling looked down from the window and saw that the two sides fighting seemed to have vastly different numbers of people; one side had only one person, while the other side had eight or nine.
Qi Ling originally thought that with so many people against one person, they would definitely be like Tu Yan, planning to use numbers to overwhelm the weak and fight as a group. But to Qi Ling's surprise, the side with more people was actually at a disadvantage.
This group of people seemed to feel an indescribable fear in their hearts as they faced the lone individual. Qi Ling looked at the lone person and seemed to understand a little about the reason.
On the man's chest, the number 23 was clearly displayed! This undoubtedly meant that the number of people this man had defeated far exceeded the number required to pass the competition!
Then, Qi Ling looked at the situation and immediately understood that it wasn't this group of people surrounding this person, but rather this man who was chasing after them!
Seeing no way out, this group of people had no choice but to fight back desperately, hoping to gain a chance to survive, and launched a ferocious attack with reckless abandon.
Faced with their attacks, the man revealed a bloodthirsty smile, a surge of demonic energy rose from his body, and he brandished a long halberd, exuding an extraordinary aura.
What happened next proved that he did indeed have the ability to show off. He fought against multiple opponents and the battle ended quickly. None of the nine people survived; they all died at his hands, and all of them were killed with a single blow, without him even having to make a second move.