Usually, the first to lose light attracted the most attention.
Everyone's eyes focused on the lord boxed in.
But at this moment...
Compared to the mysterious lord whose light died, others cared more about who killed the rogue Space Wolf!
The level 30 hero ranking.
The Space Wolf was nearly unbeatable solo, only sometimes losing due to malicious team-ups.
A one-shot kill was unheard of!
"How... is this possible?"
The mysterious man's black eyes flashed as he scanned all the lords' faces.
He searched for who had the score change by watching subtle expressions, pulse, and breathing.
However...
After several rounds, found nothing!
"Haha, interesting..."
The mysterious man tidied his clothes, smiled faintly, and chose to leave the space.
Unable to find the opponent here.
Only after resurrecting the Space Wolf could he ask about the details!
The situation exceeded expectations.
Failing to win was secondary.
His biggest concern now was, who exactly killed the Space Wolf hero!
"Damn, who's so strong, one-shotting the Space Wolf? Am I dreaming?"
"The Space Wolf's stats should max out at level 30! Even mythic heroes of the same level rely on strange skills to win!"
"Damn, another broken hero, no chance for the first prize again..."
"Who scored? Mine didn't... buddy, show me your hand, please?"
"Go away..."
Lords whispered.
Su Qingxue had no mind to join in, only wanting the light above her head to go out so she could revive Shen Xuan.
As for checking her score card?
She never even thought about it!
She'd heard some of the Space Wolf's "legend."
Heroes of this level were incomparable to Hell-level Radiant Secret Realm bosses—stats doubled, plus many skills.
They took time to master through grinding.
"Haha, Space Wolf's out! I guess he landed unlucky and got surrounded. Discussing who killed him is meaningless."
A slightly chubby middle-aged man said with a smile:
"No one can stop my necromancer's snowball growth now. Heh, I'll gladly take the ranking champion reward!"
"Hmph, my Icefield Snow Spirit counters you! Zhao, don't slack off!"
A woman in a floral dress retorted:
"Let's see who laughs last."
The hall fell silent again.
Other lords exchanged glances, bitterness showing.
In ranking matches, hero deaths were more than resource loss.
Level-5...
For them, it took two to three months to train a hero back to level.
Time loss was the biggest issue!
If they couldn't reach the ranking rewards zone, they'd lose everything.
"Stinky Shen Xuan, where did you hide?"
Time passed, more lords' lights went out.
Su Qingxue grew anxious, sneaking a look at her score card.
Every second wasted was a second lost to revive.
But...
When she saw the numbers, her mouth fell open!
Score: 20!
"What's going on...?"
Su Qingxue rubbed her eyes to confirm.
She was stunned in her seat.
One point equaled one kill...
Twenty points...
Looking around stiffly, only thirty lights had gone out.
That meant...
Over half of those kills were done by Shen Xuan himself!
"No way!"
"He was only summoned five days ago!"
"Even mythic bloodlines take at least level 25 to have over 100 attributes!"
Suddenly, Su Qingxue recalled Shen Xuan joking with her...
"How high is your level..."
"I'm at level 19 now, lord."
If she remembered correctly, that was the day before the trial… the third day!
Suddenly, Su Qingxue's breath quickened.
"Could it be that stinky Shen Xuan wasn't lying? Maybe his stats really broke 100 by now!"
"Oh no..."
"Shen Xuan and I are now on the radar of the dark lords..."
Thinking of the possible consequences, Su Qingxue felt dizzy and silently prayed Shen Xuan would stay low-key on the battlefield and only die after reaching the reward zone!
In the hall, an eerie atmosphere appeared.
Many lords glanced around, secretly checking their scores.
Their brows furrowed like old tree bark.
"Something's wrong... half dead, and my hero only got one kill?"
A chubby man was puzzled.
Based on previous trends, his necromancer should have snowballed and carpet-killed others by now!
Not just him.
Others felt the same.
They couldn't understand what happened inside the battlefield.
"Hmph, probably a big melee with no one gaining high scores."
The woman in the floral dress said:
"That's good, my Icefield Snow Spirit won't clash with your undead army. As for soloing, besides Space Wolf, I fear no one here!"
"Who wins, we'll see!"
The chubby man retorted.
If his necromancer got a chance, he'd snowball again!
After several hero deaths, the speed of lights going out visibly accelerated.
This was due to the shrinking battlefield.
Half an hour passed.
Only a dozen or so spotlights remained.
The chubby man raised his score card again with a smile.
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