“No way. Lionel actually got thrown back by that punk with just a single punch, and he’s an eighth-grade grandmaster. This means that the punk is at least a ninth-grade grandmaster!”
Plenty of contestants had been observing this as well. All of them were stunned when they saw the scene unfolding. They never imagined for that easy target to actually be that strong.
“He’s not as weak as we think he is!”
Hudson also saw this, and he looked slightly ill.
He clenched his fists and stalked toward Jack. “Looks like I’ll have to deal with you myself!”
Hudson’s veins flooded with evil intent. He had not meant to eliminate Jack, but instead kill him right off. Lily had told him about this privately. He was to say that he had accidentally killed Jack, and Lily would do everything in her power to protect him.
Besides, he would be granted plenty of rewards after.
“Really? Let’s see if you’ve got the skills to back those words!”
Jack was stunned. He looked at Hudson, grinning, as though he was not worried at all.
“Jack, Hudson is at the advanced stage of the demi-god status. Even I may not be a match for him! He has a chance to become the champion!”
Beth frowned and walked over, stepping before Jack.
“And so ends the first round!”
Yet no one expected Wendy’s voice to ring out at this moment.
Yule was stunned for a second, then she smiled. “That’s great. Now there are only a hundred people left on this fighting stage, Hudson. You can’t lift a finger now that the first round is over!”
The corners of Hudson’s mouth twitched violently. He scanned the people on the stage; including the four of them, there were indeed a hundred people left.
He clenched his fists and glared at Jack. “You were lucky today, punk. I never thought that so many people would be eliminated so fast. Heh. You would have been thrown out otherwise!”
“I think you’re the lucky one. Otherwise, a master at the advanced stage of a true god status eliminated in the first round? How embarrassing would that be for you!”
Jack shrugged his shoulders and spoke in a nonchalant tone.
“Hah. You’re pretty good at boasting, punk. Just pray that you don’t meet me in the next round. Otherwise, I’ll teach you a good lesson on what it means to be weak!”
Hudson said, laughing.
“All right. The first round is over. To all who have advanced to the next round, please exit the stage!”
The Fourth Elder spoke at this moment.
The victorious candidates all leaped down and stood to the side.
“We will now commence with the second round. It will not be a melee competition, but a one-on-one battle!”
Wendy announced in a clear voice as she stood on the fighting stage, “The matches will be drawn via lottery. We have a hundred cards, with numbers from one to fifty written on them. For every number, there will be a pair. The one who draws the same number as you do will be your opponent!”
While Wendy was speaking, two workers carried trays over, with cards splayed over them.
Jack simply picked a card with the number ’21’ written on it. It seemed that his opponent would be the person holding the other card with the number ’21’ on it.
“All right. Has everybody gotten their number?”