The battle between Yuan Hong and Huang Xinghua was very compelling, and the final result was even more shocking!

However, the spotlight had been pried away from them shortly after.

Strachey suddenly ran out and shouted, “I’m an idiot!”

This came as a shock to everyone; the crowd was flabbergasted.

“What did he just say? I didn’t hear it clearly.”

“It sounded like… ‘I’m an idiot’?”

“Oh, you are an idiot.”

“Scram!”

“That looks like Strachey from the Parkers family. Is he… being an idiot?”

“Did he hit his head on a wall?”

“He even took his clothes off. What is he doing?”

“He’s quite muscular. Just my type. I want to battle it out with him for three hundred rounds.”

“Does that ‘battle’ mean other things?”

“Wait, I still don’t understand what’s happening.”

“I don’t know either. He probably hit his head. I can’t think of any other reasons to explain why he would call himself an idiot.”

“That’s right. He hit his head.”

“Sigh. The Parkers are really pitiful. Three of them died, and another one is now mad.”

“I wonder what kind of sins they’ve committed?”

…

Everyone was talking about it on the live chat platform. People were sighing and shaking their heads, pitying the fellow.

“What is he doing?”

The Furious Flaming Universe Lord was trembling with rage.

He couldn’t understand how someone who was perfectly fine would suddenly act like a fool.

The Parkers’ honor was driven to the ground.

Valteru and Sinclamon exchanged glances; neither knew what had happened to Strachey.

He was normal before the competition. Why is he being like this now?

The other dukedom families were gloating, unable to control their laughter.

At the edge of Zone 1’s platform—Strachey’s face was dark. He quickly put on his clothes again and returned to his seat with a gloomy face.

The Second Prince, Timothy and the others were giving him weird looks. They actually had a bit of admiration for him.

They wouldn’t have dared to fulfill that bet even if they lost, if it were them.

He’s a vicious man!

“Strachey. I respect you as a man.” Wang Teng gave Strachey a thumbs up.

Silence.

The latter’s chest expanded twice rapidly, blood surging up his body and straight up to his head.

That wasn’t a compliment. He was aiming to disgrace the other.

The Second Prince and the rest looked at Wang Teng, feeling at a loss.

The young hero’s mouth was indeed vile. He was vicious, and was able to provoke others without having to curse.

However, was it a good thing to provoke Strachey like this?

The fellow was about to explode in anger.

He ignored the taunt and took a few deep breaths, then closed his eyes. What he couldn’t see wouldn’t hurt him.

He now regretted having forced a bet with that scoundrel. In the end, he dug a hole for himself and garnered shame.

But who would have thought that Huang Xinghua’s blade was so powerful!

How did Wang Teng know that?

Strachey felt puzzled, but could only sit down and sulk.

I have to get back at him. His hatred for Wang Teng swiftly grew.

The last revival stage had finally ended. Yuan Hong and Huang Xinghua left the arena. The latter advanced to the next stage—the fight for the top 36.

Many people were disappointed. They didn’t expect Yuan Hong to be eliminated.

“Wang Teng. How did you know that Huang Xinghua had such strength?” the Second Prince asked curiously.

Timothy, Ji Haochen and the others looked over, just as curious.

Even the Crown Prince felt intrigued. He had fought with the fellow and had a clear grasp on his strength. It wouldn’t be strange for him to notice some clues.

However, Wang Teng only watched the battle from afar, never having fought with the guy before. How was he able to tell?

Are Wang Teng’s eyes sharper than mine?

“It’s just a lucky guess.” Wang Teng smiled.

The Second Prince and the others rolled their eyes.

Do you think we’d believe you?

While everyone thought less of Huang Xinghua, only the earthling was certain that he would pull through. That wasn’t just a lucky guess.

There were two rest days after the revival stage. Wang Teng and the others waited again.

With nothing else to do, the young hero immersed himself in analyzing his attributes board.

His gaze swept across the stats and stopped at the battle techniques column.

Huang Heaven Blade: 7500/10000 (foundation)

Huang Xinghua had dropped many attribute bubbles during the fight; all were collected, increasing Wang Teng’s enlightenment of the skill.

However, the move was still at the foundation level, leaving him extremely helpless.

It’s too difficult!

What’s so great about divine level techniques? Why do they require so many attribute bubbles? Wang Teng cursed in his heart.

He then glanced in the direction where Huang Xinghua was and muttered in his heart. Just 2,500 more points. Huang Xinghua will show up in the next round; I’ll be able to farm some extra attributes from him by then.

The person alluded was in the midst of cultivating, trying his best to recuperate before the next round. He suddenly felt his heart throb, so he looked around blankly.

Who… who’s thinking about me?

…

Two days later, the fight for the top thirty-six began!

There were only seventy-two participants left; the true cream of the crop, all of them powerful.

None of them had gotten that far by luck.

The contenders for the first match appeared on the light sphere.