Holy Wing Island is located in the tropics, with a hot and rainy climate, lush vegetation, and abundant wild animals.
Amidst the swirling mist, Lancelot slowly descended from the sky, hanging from the top of a large tree. After discarding his parachute, he jumped to the ground, tightened his backpack, and headed deeper into the jungle.
He needed to find a secluded place to hide and focus on upgrading his Electrified Cells development level first. Otherwise, if he got caught up in the fighting right at the beginning, it would be difficult to extricate himself later.
Whoosh~
The faint sound of grass rustling reached Lancelot's ears, and he immediately became alert. The moment he stopped, a gust of wind rushed from his right.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the attacker's physical characteristics: a jungle leopard.
Thanks to the abundant and active natural elements, the beasts of Planet Oklo are not weak. Some powerful ones can even fight against Demigod with their tempered bodies and innate abilities.
However, the powerful creatures within the archipelago where the semi-finals are located have been almost completely wiped out, leaving only a few Tier Five and Tier Six creatures as large-scale scoring monsters for the participants to hunt in teams to test their teamwork skills.
This jungle leopard didn't pose a strong threat to Lancelot; its overall combat strength was roughly between the upper-middle level of Tier Two and the lower-middle level of Tier Three.
His expression was calm and composed. He lightly stepped back with his right leg, straightened his upper body, and his left leg, like a long whip, swept out in an arc.
Bang!
A blur flashed by, and the jungle leopard crashed heavily into a large tree that would take several people to encircle. The kick had struck its soft belly, rupturing its internal organs and causing it serious injury.
whimpering and screaming, the jungle leopard struggled to its feet. Realizing that the upright creature before it was no match for it, it quickly turned and prepared to flee for its life.
But how could Lancelot just watch his prey slip away when it had practically delivered itself to his door? With a flick of his right hand, a bolt of blue lightning shot out from his palm.
Laugh!
The throwing knife, imbued with a slight electric current, struck the jungle leopard squarely in the heart, moving so fast that the leopard had no time to react.
With a thud, the jungle leopard fell heavily to the ground.
Lancelot glanced at the portable communication terminal on his wrist and, finding no points credited, couldn't help but pout, somewhat disappointed.
However, this is understandable, as only about 10% of the monsters in the archipelago are considered point-based; the rest are ordinary beasts and monsters.
The majority of points are awarded to the participants.
Depending on their preliminary test scores, each participant will have a different number of points.
Ranked 3000-2001, 300 points.
Ranked 2000-1001, 600 points.
Ranks 1000-101, 1200 points.
Ranks 100-11, 2400 points.
10th to 4th place, 4800 points.
3rd to 2nd place, 9600 points.
1st place, 19200 points.
In other words, whoever defeats Lancelot will immediately receive 19,200 points.
In this situation, the top scorer in the preliminary examination of each province is highly sought after. If they appear alone, they are easily attacked by everyone. Only when they form a team will they be feared and dare not act rashly.
After retrieving the throwing knife, wiping away the blood, and tucking it back into his waistband, Lancelot continued on his way.
Not long after, he found a hiding place.
Roar!
A deafening roar echoed through the cave, but it quickly turned into a low moan.
The sound gradually faded until it disappeared completely.
After surveying the living environment of his "new home," Lancelot was fairly satisfied.
Although it smelled a bit bad, it was dry enough and spacious enough for him to exercise.
There's a stream not far from the cave, so there's no need to worry about water.
As for food, Lancelot glanced at the enormous brown bear in front of him, the original owner of the cave.
He kindly advised the man to move, but the man was not able to speak and even tried to attack him. Lancelot had no choice but to exercise his right of self-defense and kill him.
Not hungry yet, Lancelot placed the brown bear carcass at the innermost part of the cave, then gathered some branches and vines to conceal it at the cave entrance. He then assumed the posture for Gene Training Method, enhancing the development level of his Electrified Cells.
Not only that, he also activated the "Astral Breathing Method" he had cultivated in his previous life.
The two combined, and Lancelot's body seemed to transform into an energy reactor, with the energy stored within his body being continuously converted into electrical energy and stored through Electrified Cells.
Each time Innovator School awakens a new Ability Energy, their genetic limits are expanded, leading to rapid growth in strength over a period of time.
And so, as soon as Lancelot entered the semi-finals, he went into hiding and entered a state of cultivation, his strength increasing every moment.
On the panel, the combat power level increases by one point every certain period of time.
In contrast, the other contestants who won in the preliminary rounds were completely different. After a brief adjustment period, they began to dominate in the second round, and their scores skyrocketed.
The re-examination, being the most exciting part of the Joint Entrance Examination, naturally attracts the most attention.
To satisfy the audience's enthusiasm and to reap huge profits, the Alliance deployed millions of cameras across the archipelago.
Flying in the sky, running on the ground, swimming in the water...
Bees, flies, flowers, trees...
Cameras may be placed around the contestants, especially those who win the initial rounds, who receive particular attention.
Although Lancelot was hiding in the cave to cultivate, his every move was still exposed to the cameras.
"What's going on? Why isn't Iron Fist trying to steal points?"
"Is he cramming at the last minute? What progress can he possibly make in such a short time?"
"I'm so disappointed! Where did my invincible Iron Fist go? If you keep this up, I'm going to turn against you!"
"Get out of here, upstairs. Iron Fist definitely has his own reasons. The re-examination has only just begun, what's the rush?"
"Ha, only people from your Kahn Province still believe in him. This guy just wants to lie low until the second round of exams. Otherwise, given his performance in the first round, he'll just get kited and blown to bits!"
"Exactly, Iron Fist does have some self-awareness, but he shouldn't be called that anymore. 'Hidden Fist' would be more fitting, hahaha!"
"You*****"
Lancelot's performance undoubtedly disappointed many of his fans.
Some people went from being fans to haters, and people from other provinces flooded the comment section with sarcastic remarks.
Die-hard fans, unable to stand by and watch, began to hurl insults, and the two sides engaged in an unprecedented online battle.
Not only ordinary viewers, but even Lancelot's acquaintances, such as Chief Harvey, Burke, and Rui, were quite puzzled by his actions.
Why not take advantage of the fact that the participants are generally weaker in the early stages and seize the opportunity to gain points?
At the very least, you could put together a team.
What's the meaning of hiding away and exercising by yourself?
I really don't understand it.
But these acquaintances had witnessed Lancelot's magical rise to power and had developed a kind of blind confidence in him, so they were able to calm down and wait patiently.
In the office, Mona wore a fitted and elegant light blue dress, with two projectors floating on the desk in front of her.
On the left projection is Lancelot, who is exercising diligently and whose body is soaked in sweat.
On the right side of the projection is a young woman with short, ear-length hair, heavy black eyeshadow, exquisitely beautiful face, wheat-colored skin, wearing a tight-fitting outfit, and a hot and sexy figure.
The woman is currently holding up a metal column that is over ten meters tall with one hand, seemingly exercising her arm strength.
"Little Nana, I told you you have bad taste! This kid doesn't deserve an invitation to the next level. Look at his timid and hesitant manner, where is the courageous and diligent attitude of Innovation School Ability Energy?" The young woman first whistled lightly, then mercilessly belittled Lancelot.
Mona frowned slightly, displeased, and said, "What do you know? Lancelot hasn't even used his full power yet, Zyra. Don't jump to conclusions before the very end!"
"Oh? You can't even say a few words to him? You're so protective of your little man?" Zyra narrowed her eyes. From Mona's attitude, she sensed a hint of threat and became even more dissatisfied with Lancelot.
Mona rubbed her forehead, exclaiming helplessly, "What are you talking about? Can't you be serious for once? He's just a child."
"Hmph, I'd like to see what kind of results this guy can achieve in return for all this protection!" Zyra said, then hung up the call.
Mona stretched out her slender fingers and rubbed her temples, somewhat speechless. Her best friend was good in every way, except that she was too possessive, even jealous of a twelve or thirteen-year-old.
"However, this time Zyra is probably going to be very surprised." Mona's eyes revealed a hint of anticipation.
In the middle of a sparsely wooded meadow, a striking blue box stood out, billowing blue smoke rising into the sky from behind it, visible from several kilometers away.
Airdrop crates!
Boom!
An explosion rang out nearby, followed by screams of agony.
The two teams of competitors are locked in fierce competition.
"Damn it, they have a mechanical Transcendent! Retreat!"
"It's the Annihilation Storm Adam! Run!"
call--
As soon as the words were spoken, a dark storm swept in from behind. Wherever it passed, the grass and trees withered and broke, and a trench a meter deep was dug into the ground. One by one, the contestants were blown into the air by the storm, their combat suits torn into strips, and they landed with wounds.
The piercing alarm beeps incessantly; this is the sound that the sensor will emit after determining that a contestant has died.
Once this sound is heard, the opponent must absolutely not launch any further deliberate attacks.
At the same time, the "dead" must stay in place without moving or speaking.
Violating these rules will be noted on your resume and will affect your future career development.
As the storm subsided, Adam's tall and imposing figure came into view, and seven or eight contestants emerged from various bunkers.
One of them was covered in magazines and grenades, equipped with an exoskeleton mechanical arm, and wore a futuristic multi-functional protective helmet. Fully armed, he was clearly a mechanical Transcendent.
"Great, we just happened to find one of the only five blue boxes."
"Adam, quickly open the box and see what supplies are inside."
"An electromagnetic sniper rifle would be best; snipers are extremely effective in this type of terrain."
"Unlikely. According to past practice, only purple boxes can contain electromagnetic sniper rifles, while blue boxes can at most contain gunpowder-based firearms."
The group began to discuss it amongst themselves.
Adam walked eagerly to the box, opened it, and several items were revealed.
An ammunition box containing high-explosive grenades.
A medicine box containing some special drugs.
Finally, there was a multi-barreled machine gun, with two belts of 300 rounds each.
Adam was somewhat disappointed when he saw the contents of the airdrop crate; it didn't contain the weapon he had hoped for.
However, these things are quite valuable to the team.
"Put it away, let's get out of here quickly. The blue smoke from the airdrop will attract a lot of participants."
With a wave of his hand, Adam led his newly formed squad in retreat.
Soon they encountered other contestants drawn by the blue smoke from the airdrop crate. Adam decisively grabbed the machine gun he had just acquired, unleashing a torrent of fire and bullets that rained down, tearing open a breach and speeding away.
"Damn it, Adam and his gang succeeded."
"Multiple machine guns, should we release this information?"
"No, we've suffered a loss, but we can't let others get away with it. Let's go! If we can't get the blue airdrop crate, there's still the white one. I refuse to believe we can't take them all."
With no profit to be made, the participants scattered like birds and beasts.
Adam led his teammates to a safe spot, raised his wrist, and brought up the leaderboard to check the scores.
Adam Smith
Points: 6900
Rank: 73
"Only ranked 73rd?" Adam frowned, his gaze shifting upwards. Suddenly, his pupils constricted, and he exclaimed, "How is that possible?"
Edward Hendry
Points: 76800
Rank: 1
Malisi Steinold
Points: 65200
Rank: 2
Rongside Kashinlav
Points: 48000
Rank: 6
"Why is there such a big difference? Are these guys monsters?" Adam muttered to himself. The slight sense of pride he had gained from grabbing the blue airdrop crate and breaking through the encirclement was completely shattered when he saw the rankings.
Only five or six hours have passed since the start of the re-examination, but the top six candidates have already accumulated over 40,000 points.
Looking at his own mere six thousand points, Adam felt a surge of powerlessness and couldn't help but recall Haerxi's words.
"Monster!"
After calming himself down, Adam seemed to remember something and reached out to swipe across the projection screen.
"No, it's not here either, how could this be...?"
Finally, he found his target at the very bottom of the page.
Lancelot Terra
Points: 0
Rank: 283334
Adam's expression turned strange. "This guy's shameless way of trying to survive until the end?"
He shook his head speechlessly. "Just as Haerxi said, their true colors were revealed during the interview."
Lancelot's pitiful ranking seemed to offer Adam some solace, and he rallied, "We can't give up until the very end! Even if we can't surpass those six monsters, we still have to fight for the top ten, no, the top twenty!"
Time slips through our fingers like sand.
Eight days have passed in the blink of an eye!