Wan Liuchuan smiled wryly. He knew that the reason this ice-cold maiden was speaking to him, and hadn't killed him, wasn't because he had performed well or deserved her respect. She was simply using him as a messenger.

These words were only meant for Wan Lei. Only Wan Lei was worthy of her speaking.

He didn't even have the right to know her name.

Sure enough, she was exactly like the proud peacock Wan Lei had described.

"Resolve all your opponents? Such arrogance."

Fang Xiaoyu ignored him, silently putting away her fan and meticulously cleaning the sand from her clothes.

Wan Liuchuan lay on the ground, gazing up at Fang Xiaoyu.

She was beautiful,

Incomparably beautiful,

Beautiful, and high above him.

This feeling made Wan Liuchuan uncomfortable.

He had never looked up at a woman, at an opponent, from such a lowly position.

"What if… before you, I defeat Wan Lei first?"

The girl raised her eyes, glancing at Wan Liuchuan, looking down as if at a delusional fool lost in a daydream.

"Are you worthy?"

This earth-shattering, disdainful glance was forever imprinted in Wan Liuchuan's heart.

He fully understood the meaning of those words.

You want to defeat the opponent I have chosen?

You?

Are you worthy?

A strong sense of humiliation surged into Wan Liuchuan's heart. For the first time, he tasted the bitterness of being humiliated.

Although this girl had no intention of humiliating him, she simply regarded him as one of the countless people who had fallen at her hands.

To be precise, Wan Liuchuan wasn't even qualified to be humiliated by her.

Wan Liuchuan stood up and roared at Fang Xiaoyu's departing back,

"One day, you and Wan Lei will both fall at my feet!"

Fang Xiaoyu left without even looking at him.

The ravings of a madman.

But in Wan Liuchuan's heart, Fang Xiaoyu's mark was forever etched.

Whether it could be considered Xiaoyu Syndrome or just plain hatred, Fang Xiaoyu had deeply affected Wan Liuchuan.

This enchantress,

This sorcery…

Time flew by like a white horse flashing past a crack, and in the blink of an eye, half a month had passed since the Wan Jiao List Competition began.

The great formation had also shrunk to half its original distance.

But this didn't mean that it had only shrunk by half the area. The current diameter of the great formation was half of its original diameter.

According to the area of a circle, the current area of the great formation was only a quarter of its original size. This meant that the territory that had been shrunk was three times the size of the current area.

The area available for contestants to move around in was getting smaller and smaller, and the battles were becoming more and more intense.

Half a month had passed, and only a little over ten thousand people remained in the arena.

In other words, 440,000 people had been eliminated.

But this didn't mean that everyone who remained had an average of forty-four defeats, because most of those who had been eliminated had also been eliminated by others who were subsequently defeated.

In the morning, a ranking list appeared on the great formation: the defeat list.

It was difficult to display the defeat count for 450,000 people, but it was easy to display the defeat count for just over 10,000 people.

Among them, the vast majority of people had single-digit defeat counts, and many people's numbers overlapped.

Only the defeat counts at the top of the ranking were truly eye-catching.

Thirteenth place, Yue Lingxi, thirty-five.

Twelfth place, Fang Huihui, thirty-six.

Eleventh place, Wu Xun, thirty-seven.

Tenth place, Qian Duoduo, thirty-eight.

Ninth place, Huo Ling'er, thirty-eight.

Seventh place, Zhou Tai, thirty-nine.

Sixth place, Wan Liuchuan, forty.

Fifth place, Jian Xunhuan, forty-one.

Fourth place, Wan Lei, forty-four.

Third place, Liu Ao, forty-six.

Second place, Fang Xiaoyu, forty-nine.

First place…

This list contained all the strongest geniuses from the nine major forces and was also a list of each family's leading figures.

The remaining four were outliers.

The Scourge, Wan Liuchuan, had extremely strong combat power, comparable to the geniuses of the various families.

Wan Lei of the Wan family was the darkest horse in this competition. Since the start of the competition, he had never been defeated. Even when surrounded by twelve people, he could turn the tables and kill them all.

Fang Xiaoyu of the Fang family was the most famous pearl in the Central Region and the person with the highest hopes of winning this time.

"Master, who are you looking at?"

Outside the great formation, Qi Yao had been staying by her master's side, the sect leader of the Kui Lian Sect.

She had noticed that although her master occasionally looked at other contestants, she spent most of her time looking in one direction.

There were many projections in that direction, and she didn't know which one her master was looking at.

"I'm looking at that little girl. I've been paying attention to her since the beginning. She clearly has the lowest cultivation level of all the contestants, but she's able to take the top spot on the defeat list.

Moreover, she has improved a lot. In just half a month, she has gone from the lower stage of the Jindan realm to the middle stage.

This is all due to her improvement in life-and-death battles. She is too reckless, always using methods that would result in mutual destruction.

However, I suppose that's the only way for her. Her cultivation level is too low. It's really difficult for her to win without risking her life.

She always gambles her life with her opponents, betting that they are afraid of death and will choose to crush their tokens and be eliminated."

Qi Yao looked over when she heard this, her pretty nose twitching slightly as she frowned and said, "Her? I know her. She's from the same place as me, but she's just one of Wan Lei's maids. Humph."

"You little jealous pot, are you afraid that a maid will steal your little lover away?"

The Kui Lian Sect Leader affectionately rubbed Qi Yao's little head.

Defeat list, first place, Ba'ernu, fifty-one.

At this time, Ba'ernu's injuries were extremely serious.

After dozens of life-and-death battles, her speed of healing was far slower than the speed at which she inflicted injuries.

The Tianxuan Regeneration Pill had long been swallowed by her, and now, she was relying on the healing pills extorted from the people she had defeated to recover from her injuries.

She was too reckless. There wasn't a single part of her body that was intact. Her clothes were torn, and her hair had traces of being burned.

Already dark and thin, she had become even uglier,

And her aura was even more fierce.

No one dared to underestimate this little girl.

"I can't figure it out. The people who are still in the arena either have already formed teams or are extremely strong on their own. You don't have either of those advantages. How have you survived until now?"

A youth with a naturally smiling face looked at Ba'ernu, frowning slightly.

This youth was wearing a black and white robe. Although the robe was two-colored, the colors blended together, creating an extremely harmonious aesthetic.

The three people behind him were dressed similarly.

In the entire Central Region, only the Yin Yang Sect dressed like this.

This youth with a naturally smiling face was called Qian Duoduo.

Ba'ernu remembered him.

"Enough nonsense. Fight if you want to fight."

Ba'ernu spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Qian Duoduo with a fierce gaze.

She had just gone through a major battle and hadn't had time to heal her injuries.