Bab 401: Special Envoy

When Luo Feng the Madman finally put down his bloodthirsty blade and hid within a residential building to quietly wait for the end of the elimination, within the huge skyscraper of the 72nd world, the currently ranked 999 Hong was still fighting hard. Because it was the last day, the battles were incredibly intense and brutal.

This was especially true between the group of people whose ranks were close to 1000. They could rise anytime or drop anytime.

"I have to make sure I stay alive. The moment I die, I will lose half my points and I'll definitely drop out of the top 1001." In a destroyed house with broken windows, Hong dressed in all black closed his eyes, "Also, I have to try my best to kill a few others and push myself forward a little more."

Hong had many thoughts on his mind, but his entire being was incomparably calm and collected.

As tranquil as a mirror.

His entire being was incredibly relaxed, like a void, allowing him to detect any movement or noise around him.