The moment Ancestor Long declared the beginning of the first round, the atmosphere exploded.
A thunderous roar swept across the mountain region as more than thirty-three thousand participants rushed forward simultaneously.
The sight alone was enough to make countless spectators stand up from their seats.
From the sky, the mountain range resembled a flood of human figures pouring into countless paths, bridges, forests, valleys, and cliff routes.
Everyone understood one thing.
The first thousand flags would never be easy to obtain.
Yet human nature remained the same.
Most people preferred to gamble on speed.
"If I get there first, I get the flag!"
"Move!"
"Don't block me!"
Thousands surged forward like a tidal wave.
Dust rose into the sky.
Trees shook violently.
Several bridges immediately became overcrowded.
Meanwhile, some participants didn't move at all.
The truly dangerous geniuses remained calm.
Mark Smith stood silently while watching the chaos unfold ahead.
