"With this, my start in the ga went much smoother."
Having finished his thought.
Chen Yu opened his backpack to check all his items.
A murderous intent blazed in his eyes.
An hour later.
The off-road vehicle zigzagged successfully to the destination.
The driver turned off the engine and respectfully turned back, "Sir, you’ve reached your starting point."
"Good," Chen Yu picked up his backpack and stepped out of the car.
He looked up to see a large red flag planted in the ground, waving in the wind.
The flag clearly bore the number "33".
Chen Yu pulled out his token and looked down.
The number was naturally 33 as well.
"Sir, until noon at 12 o’clock, you must not leave the flag within a hundred ters," the driver, pulling down his window, cautiously said to Chen Yu. "Otherwise, your qualification for the assessnt will be invalidated."
"Understood," Chen Yu nodded, looking around. "Is this assessnt being broadcast live as well?"
"Yes, it’s being broadcast live," the driver replied. "The live broadcast cara is a floating, fast-moving black sphere. If you encounter it, please do not attack. Of course, if it gets ’swept’ up in a large-scale attack, it’s no problem."
"Got it."
Chen Yu asked no further.
He simply threw down his bag, sat on the ground, closed his eyes to rest, quietly waiting.
He knew everyone’s number.
As long as he reached the endpoint—the Sky-reaching Tower, he would score perfectly.
But he didn’t plan to "clear" it directly.
He still had many things to do.
Driver: "Sir, if you have nothing else, may I leave now?"
"Go, go," Chen Yu said.
The driver quickly pressed the accelerator and left.
As the saying goes, when the city gate catches fire, the fish in the moat suffer too.
These ordinary people, caught in the midst of a battlefield between Transcendents, faced too great a risk.
One hour.
Two hours.
Three hours…
Ti, like a young boy unaware of essence’s value, always starts weeping quietly when it’s too late.
Suddenly, the blazing sun hung high in the sky.
It was precisely noon, twelve o’clock.
"Boom—"
With a deafening explosion from the "Sky-reaching Tower" in the distance, Chen Yu opened his eyes.
Picking up his backpack, his supernatural power burst forth instantly! Without any hesitation, he sprinted towards the left.
He needed to verify first, on the left and right, which was number 32 and which was number 34.
And what the distance was between them.
After confirming, he could sequentially deduce the starting positions of all participants.
And then track down those few competitors he wanted to "take out."
"Bang bang bang—"
Chen Yu was extrely fast.
With each ground-strike of his sturdy legs, there erupted a powerful recoil force.
Soon.
He arrived at another "flag".
Number 34, twisting in the wind, making a whooshing sound.
This proved that to the south of Chen Yu lay numbers 34, 35, 36, 37.
Therefore, to the north were 32, 31, 30…
Pausing in place, after watching the flags for a mont, Chen Yu seed to realize sothing, imdiately changed directions, and returned along the sa path!
Upon reaching flag number 33, he imdiately tore off the flag’s fabric, using both hands to forcefully rip it apart.
The flag was completely shredded.
Then, Chen Yu continued sprinting north.
Soon, he discovered flag number 32.
The ground around it still bore the footprints of another Transcendent.
"It’s indeed arranged sequentially."
With eyes gleaming, Chen Yu turned his head to look in the 1 o’clock direction.
"So…"
"That position is… number 8!"
"Bang!"
With bent knees, he straightened up!
Chen Yu instantly beca like an arrow released from a bow, charging directly towards position number 8.
But seven minutes later, only midway,
he didn’t encounter the target he had anticipated; instead, he was blocked by an unfamiliar human Transcendent.
"Buddy," this guy had a face full of pockmarks, arms crossed, staring straight at Chen Yu, "Stop running, where are you going."
"Sothing up?" Chen Yu stopped.
"What could be up," Pockmark-Face unleashed his power, clapping his hands together, with several vines extending from behind him: "Show your token, and you can keep running."
Chen Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, not replying.
He surged forward resolutely!
"You’ve got guts!" Pockmark-Face’s complexion turned ugly, controlling the vines to sweep forward.
He actually didn’t want to truly clash with Chen Yu.
Because Chen’s charge speed indicated that his Body Refinent Secret Skill had reached at least the 1st Tier Peak.
Although he was not as good as him, any fight would lead to depletion.
He rely wanted to intimidate Chen with his Class D supernatural ability and the fluctuations of his Second Tier Life Reversal Skill.
But he didn’t expect Chen to be so "rash," daring to attack first.
"Then don’t bla !"
Pockmark-Face’s eyes flashed with a killer intent, another two vines extended, speeding with a sharp, cutting wind noise.
Thirty ters!
Ten ters!
One ter!
Just as Chen Yu’s body was about to make contact with the tips of the vines, his body bizarrely contorted, like a venomous snake! Twisting, he dodged all the vines and got right in front of Pockmark-Face.
"!"
Pockmark-Face’s pupils dilated, panicked: "Cruise Snake?!"
Trying to retreat, naturally, he couldn’t match the inertial speed of Chen Yu.
"Bang!"
A fierce knee strike hit right in Pockmark-Face’s abdon, followed by a 360° spinning elbow strike!
"Bang—"
Pockmark-Face’s jaw along with his cheekbones instantly shattered.
His body, spinning like a top, flew dozens of ters away, crashing heavily into a giant tree.
"Boom…"
The giant tree broke and fell, raising a cloud of dust.
Chen Yu pulled out the dagger hanging at his waist, ready to rush forward and finish him off.
Then "collect the corpse and seize the technique."
But just after running a few steps, he was forced to stop.
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