Soon, Zhang Heng stepped onto a stone platform shimmering with green light and saw Zhu Jianqiang and the Tibetan Mastiff who had already arrived.
"Zhang Heng, why are you so fast?"
As soon as it stood firm, Zhu Jianqiang walked towards Zhang Heng, pointing its hooves at the green stone tablet behind Zhang Heng. Its eyes were bigger than eggs, and its mouth was wide open in shock.
Zhang Heng looked over.
"Surpassing 99% of the same race, achieving A-level competitive performance, and gaining 500 evolution points."
"Yes, the Swift Shadow talent is a really worthwhile choice."
Zhang Heng was thankful and looked around.
Zhu Jianqiang's evaluation was exactly the same as his, but Tibetan Mastiff's was different.
"Over 74% of the same race, competitive performance is D-level, and 200 evolution points are obtained."
Of the three beasts, the Tibetan Mastiff's reputation is declining. This is not surprising, as it is normal for its ranking to decline as competitors become stronger as time passes by.
But despite saying that, the Tibetan Mastiff couldn't hold back his pride, especially when he thought of the previous ridicule. He was so angry that he kept cursing Zhu Jianqiang and Zhang Heng in his heart.
He is considered outstanding among his kind, but compared with the two beasts on the platform, he is far from qualified.
One pig was strong and stable, exceeding 99%. The other mouse, whom he looked down upon, was even more incredible. While others regressed, he advanced, reaching 99%.
The Tibetan Mastiff was madly jealous. You know, the reason why it was able to surpass 74% of its kind was because it had just gained a level in the battle.
There are four more trials to come, each of which will eliminate 50% of the same tribe. Simple math shows that at least 93.75% of the same tribe must be eliminated to have a chance of survival.
In other words, if there are no unexpected circumstances, this Tibetan Mastiff, with its current performance exceeding 74% of its peers, will be eliminated in the next round of tests even if it can win the battle.
Zhang Heng realized belatedly that if he hadn't had the talent of Swift Shadow, with his previous performance exceeding 73% of his peers, he would have been eliminated in this round.
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
He broke out in a cold sweat, realizing that he had already been to the gates of hell. If he could only choose one talent, Swift Shadow would be the real answer.
Thinking of this, Zhang Heng looked at the Tibetan Mastiff, but met the latter's malicious gaze, but there was no fear or despair in it.
"If it knew a bit of math, it wouldn't be as stable as a rock at this point."
Zhang Heng shook the rat head. Some dogs looked alive, but were actually dead.
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