The moment the top sixty-four contestants were decided, the atmosphere in the Glory Colosseum surged to an unprecedented high.
The gazes of tens of millions of spectators, like tangible searchlights, converged on the sixty-four names who had carved their way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Among them, the most dazzling and thought-provoking was, without a doubt, the name "Qin Feng."
He was a comet streaking across the sky. With an utterly unreasonable force, he shattered everyone's preconceived notions of a "genius," brazenly storming a hunting ground that should have belonged to the senior students.
Each upcoming battle would be the center of all attention—a true clash of titans.
Fortunately, the goddess of fate seemed to have taken a special liking to this relentless challenger.
In the drawings for the round of thirty-two, the round of sixteen, and the quarterfinals, Qin Feng perfectly avoided the two "century-old monsters" lurking at the top of the bracket.
