"Fellow senior brothers and sisters, we should unite against our common enemy and first eliminate that person from the competition,"
Wang Ruoxian forced a smile, the imposing aura of the people before her far exceeded her own. They were truly the young prodigies of their age, and she was ready; if a fight broke out, she planned to dive straight into the crowd.
As long as she could hold out until only a hundred competitors remained, she would count it as her victory.
On the side, Xia Jian shared the same thought as he subtly retreated backward.
"Naive. Do you really think that a hundred people will be left standing on this stage in the end?" Su Yunbing asked with a mocking smile.
A bad premonition arose in them. Could it be that the opposition was planning to clear the stage?
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On the high platform, several elders looked down at the arena below with strange expressions on their faces.