Qin Feng muttered to himself.
After reviewing the shocking battle reports and elimination data on the war zone's private forum, an invisible pressure quietly settled over Qin Feng's heart.
His goal wasn't simply to survive this Cosmic Genius Battle.
It was to seize a spot in the top one hundred and obtain the precious qualification to enter the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, to build the foundation for the Eternal Singularity, and even... to stand out among the hundreds of millions of geniuses and ascend to that one and only, supreme throne of first place!
But now, the shockingly, almost terrifyingly high elimination rate for Martial Artists, along with the "Ten Thousand Races' Celestial Pride" manhunt rules that hung like a sword of Damocles over the top contenders, made Qin Feng acutely aware that this Cosmic Genius Battle was far more brutal and complex than he had ever imagined.
He began to re-evaluate the entire competition's progression.
