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Someone recognized the identity of the person who turned around and continuously boosted morale, speaking as if Wei Dedao were some kind of villain. For Bu Luo, it certainly felt like a grudge against the two who had just been eliminated.
"Why don't we team up?"
Upon hearing Wei Dedao's words, those who initially didn't want to get involved stopped in their tracks, glaring at Wei Dedao, eager to rush over and give him a beating to vent their frustrations.
Bu Luo said, "I don't deny it." Some chose to move forward; after all, being the first to reach the summit was the only guarantee of victory. They couldn't afford to be entangled with a petty person like him. What if they lost their chance? With that thought, several people continued running toward the peak without looking back.
There were originally nine people left with Dong Lai. Bu Luo observed that each of them seemed extraordinary, slowly moving their steps to surround Wei Dedao, waiting for Gan Yinglong's signal to charge in and eliminate that despicable person.
"Am I going to forfeit?" I don't deny it. Were they going to send me out? Gan Yinglong lifted his right leg, preparing to strike.
With so few people, they really underestimated Wei Dedao.
Why bother talking so much? Just go and beat him up to relieve their anger.
As Gan Yinglong brought his right leg down, pointing at Wei Dedao, nine people charged toward him, ready to take him down.
Wei Dedao pushed his right leg forward, blocking Gan Yinglong's punch. Immediately afterward, he swung his left leg back, tilting his head as he kicked out, simultaneously blocking the attack from behind while dodging a punch from the left. He sent Gan Yinglong flying with a powerful kick.
The audience cheered loudly for Gan Yinglong and the others, but they couldn't hear it. The situation with Bu Luo and Wei Dedao stirred up public outrage. The chaotic scene of the siege made it even more entertaining for the crowd, though most common folks couldn't quite understand what was happening.
Wu Qing, a soldier, could clearly see the current situation. That Wei Dedao was definitely not to be underestimated. Ordinary people like Yan Dong had the advantage in numbers with nine individuals, but every time Wei Dedao struck, he did so with lethal intent, leaving no room for mercy as he incapacitated anyone who dared to attack him.
Yan Dong and his nine companions stood firm, yet Wei Dedao remained completely unfazed. In fact, he appeared more composed and focused than Yan Dong's group, exuding a calm and steady presence.
A sigh escaped the crowd as one person fell victim to Wei Dedao's kick, shattering their leg and eliminating them from the competition. With one less person, the remaining eight still held a numerical advantage, but the blow to their morale was significant. The aggressive tactics of the group diminished; they began to focus on self-preservation amidst the chaos, leading to a stalemate reminiscent of Yan Dong's earlier predicament.
"Brother Gan, Wu Yuan has come to assist me!" A loud shout echoed as over ten more individuals arrived on the battlefield to help surround Wei Dedao. Though unsure of what had transpired, Gan Yinglong's character was commendable; those who joined did not feel that they were simply overwhelming their opponent.
The third wave of reinforcements had arrived. Although they were still some distance away from the second wave of over twenty people, it was clear that the path for Jie Donglai and his team would not be smooth either. Most of the third wave chose to continue their ascent toward the mountain peak, leaving only Dong Lai to assist Gan Yinglong.
If sheer numbers guaranteed success, then Ninth Underworld would have long since dominated humanity in Tiandong; after all, there were countless demons and monsters lurking about. Wei Dedao scoffed as he spoke, his movements swift as he subdued another opponent, eliminating them from the contest.
Zhang Chenyu watched the scene unfold in the mirror; nearly fifty individuals had already been eliminated. It finally dawned on her who this formidable figure was—Wei Dedao from Ninth Underworld.
"Ninth Underworld?"
The mention of this name sent ripples through the crowd. If it were not for the College Entrance Examination being taken by a Nine Netherman in World of Mortals previously, it would imply that there were no outstanding talents in World of Mortals. The influence of Ninth Underworld would undoubtedly rise within World of Mortals, leading more people to discuss it and gradually diminishing any resistance against it—laying the groundwork for Ninth Underworld's expansion into World of Mortals.
Gu Nian, where am I? Zhang Chenyu thought anxiously. When she saw Gu Ping enter, what did he discuss with the old man? Could it be related to that Nine Netherman?
It's over, it's over. Is there really no hope for Gu Brother now? I see the second batch of people has already reached the foot of the mountain, and I haven't seen Gu Brother's Yongxuan at all. He wouldn't have found a place to hide, would he?
Duan Siyu kept chattering away, driving Wu Qing to distraction. To be honest, he had lost confidence in Gu Ping as well. Originally, they were among the first group to set out, but now they were nowhere to be found. There was probably no hope left. At this moment, those ahead had already gained a significant lead and were close to reaching the summit.
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