You’re Next

After escaping Su Xiaoli, Feng Fan glanced at the countdown.

'Fourteen thousand... The numbers are dropping fast.'

In less than fifteen minutes, over six thousand participants had been eliminated. At this rate, the battle would be over in half an hour or less.

Deciding to stop waiting for others to attack him, Feng Fan went on the offensive. He rushed toward the closest opponent and landed a solid punch on the man's back.

The poor man didn't even see what hit him before he was sent flying out of the barrier.

'I should keep using physical attacks. My spiritual qi is already running low.'

Just as he finished dealing with his opponent, his instincts sent him a warning—a threat was rapidly approaching. He turned to see a woman wielding a staff rapidly closing the distance. It was clear she had locked onto him.

Her staff crackled with spiritual qi imbued with water properties.

"Fury of the Tides!"

A massive wave surged behind her.