A day passed in the blink of an eye. After a brief period of relaxation, many of the prodigies began meditating and cultivating, determined to adjust themselves to their best condition in preparation for the upcoming third and final round of elimination.
The ancient, weathered bells rang once more, and the number on the Heavenly Pride Monument changed from two to three. The long, arduous battle in the secret realm had finally ended. Many were already somewhat weary and went straight to sleep, including Ye Xiruo and Hua Rong. Hua Rong said the scenes were too heart-wrenching and not good for his healthy development, so he wouldn't watch anymore. Ye Xiruo said that top-tier combatants would definitely not suffer any losses, so watching them bully the weak and unilaterally slaughter them? No interest.
Si Hao and Qing Zhiyi remained to hold their ground. Si Hao kept an eye on Master Jing Li and Senior Brother Zi Shu, while Qing Zhiyi kept an eye on her own senior brother. Just as Ye Xiruo had predicted, none of the top combatants had been lost.
After the bell rang for the third round of elimination, Hua Rong and Ye Xiruo, still half asleep, went downstairs.
"The third round has started! Why so fast?" Ye Xiruo was a little dissatisfied; she hadn't had enough sleep yet.
"How long will the third round take? I feel like I can't sit still any longer."
"If you can't sit still, you can go back now, and no one will stop you," Qing Zhiyi sneered.
"Little Qingqing, I was just joking, please don't take it seriously." That's quite a quick change of expression.
"So many people have already died in the first two rounds, there shouldn't be any more deaths in the third round, right? Otherwise, this competition of geniuses will really become a slaughterhouse."
“That makes sense.” Hua Rong shrank her neck; Xiao Yezi’s analogy was indeed quite apt.
"That's right. In the third round, if one side concedes, the other side is not allowed to attack; otherwise, it will be treated as a loss."
"In that case, as long as the speed is fast enough, so fast that the other party doesn't even have time to speak, it's still possible to kill them."
"This situation is relatively rare. If you feel that you are no match for your opponent, you can admit defeat at the beginning to preserve your fighting strength and wait for the next round of the competition."
"Alright. Let's pray for them, that they will achieve a great victory." Ye Xiruo took out Siping Spirit Wine from her spatial storage, just enough for one bottle each: "Come on, drink."
"Little Yezi isn't worried about Xiu Qiyu anymore. It seems like your guy is the weakest among the top ten."
"He's killed more people than you've eaten salt." That doesn't quite make sense, but whatever. That's the gist of it.
"Little Leaf, you look down on me."
"Don't be silly." Qingzhiyi soothed Huarong's hair: "Realm doesn't mean strength. Senior Brother must have found a great opportunity and has undergone a complete transformation. That's why Junior Sister relaxed so quickly."
Given the current situation, the human race still holds the advantage, and they are not afraid even if the demons and other races join forces. However, it won't be easy for these two races to unite, as there are quite a few foolish demons among the other races. In the eyes of the other races, aside from themselves, humans and demons are merely food, lowly food that should obediently be eaten.
The Monument to the Prodigies suddenly erupted with dazzling light. The names of the top one hundred prodigies turned gold in an instant and grew larger, shining brightly in mid-air. The remaining names began to slowly shrink, fade, and eventually disappear.
"What a pity." After all that hard work and effort, they finally made it onto the list of geniuses for a short while, but they disappeared in such a short time.
"It's not that there's absolutely no chance. Theoretically, only the top 100 dishes are qualified to have their names inscribed on the Stele of the Pride of Heaven, but if someone unfortunately dies in battle, there will be a replacement."
The top three remain Zhan Changtian, Mu Feng, and Yu Kou. These three names are much grander and brighter than the others. Zhan Changtian's name even has a purplish-gold hue, exuding an aura of domineering confidence and nobility.
Of course, Ye Xiruo quickly found many familiar names: Jing Li, Zi Shu, Su Shaxuan, Shangguan Ling, Ye Liusha, Qian Ye, Tai Yanjue, and Wuqingzui.
After that, he asked, "Is Yi Ruowu still alive?"
Si Hao nodded. He was lucky. There was nothing he could do. He was about to die in the jaws of a ferocious beast when he was rescued by someone.
Ye Xiruo pouted. Oh well, if she's not going to die, she's not going to die. Anyway, Brother Xiu Qi has nothing to do with this woman anymore. If this woman still doesn't know what's good for her, she doesn't mind teaching her a lesson.
Soon, the third round of elimination matches began. Those prodigies whose names had disappeared were confined to their spots, able to see the third round of matches even more clearly than those outside, but unable to leave. They would only be released after the battle for the Heavenly Rankings had completely concluded.
The top 100 prodigies were all teleported to an independent space, which seemed to be a floating island with abundant spiritual energy. One hundred high-end, elegant, and comfortable chairs were arranged in a circle in mid-air, with a huge arena in the very center.
The competition rules were quickly learned by all the top talents.
The first round is a draw. Whoever you draw is your opponent. If you're unlucky and draw one of the top players, you should quickly admit defeat. You might still be able to survive.
One hundred dazzling orbs of light quickly appeared on the arena. One hundred prodigies simultaneously took to the air, each grabbing an orb of light. At the same time, the number of their opponent appeared in their minds, making things very convenient.
It started with Zhan Changtian again. Zhan Changtian drew a member of the alien race ranked seventy-fifth. This alien race, who was always arrogant and never looked at anyone with a second glance, lowered his head and looked at Zhan Changtian with only fear in his eyes, without any fighting spirit.
"I concede." Although the onlookers were disdainful, they could understand. After all, he was a ruthless person who had even crippled Mu Feng. Going up against him would only be suicide.
Zhan Changtian's score increased by one point. Next up was Mu Feng, but unfortunately, his opponent was Palace Master Jing Li.
Jing Li has now regained his alluring and bewitching appearance, and a magnificent purple battle robe draped over his body, so dazzling that it's hard to open one's eyes.
Mu Feng drew out the Netherworld Chains, and his pale, gloomy face became more solemn, showing no sign of relaxation despite Jing Li's age and appearance.
"If you give up, I can spare your life."
"That's exactly what I wanted to say."
"This little madman has quite the nerve, actually telling his master to surrender." Ye Xiruo was furious.
"That's right, one is second and the other is fifth, the gap isn't that big. Plus, Mu Feng's physical body was destroyed, so who knows how much he's recovered by now. It's really hard to say who will win."
"Is he scared?" Hua Rong sneered.
"This battle is unavoidable." If it were the Mu Feng of the past, these people might still be worried, but now, it has to be said that it will be difficult for Mu Feng to kill the Palace Master of Jingli Palace.
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