Ling Mo

The second round was quickly finished. Half the contestants dropped out of the tournament, but still the casualties this time around had been low. In total, less than a hundred experts had died.

Wan Qiang was anything but happy about this, but he could do nothing about it. He could not come out and force them to kill one another, nor could he act with underhanded means and kill the experts that had gathered in the fort.

Realizing that too many of the experts were surviving, the expression on Wan Qiang's face was ugly. But when his eyes landed on Xue Wei and Hei Gou, a smile sprouted on his face instead.

"Even if my plan has to be changed, something good has come from it," he muttered to himself. "This kid is indeed his mother's son. He is exactly what we need, but we cannot harvest him yet. We need to let him grow and mature first."