54-Rules Rewritten.
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The moment those words dropped, everyone lost it.
All the examinees snapped their heads up to the blood-red, translucent figure hovering midair.
Just his clothes and vibe were enough—everyone knew who he was.
No doubt about it: the Blood Slaughter God, Tu Hongwu, here to claim this year's top scorer as his disciple.
Strong or weak, every kid in this exam—who wouldn't want to be Tu Hongwu's apprentice?
Some knew their strength wouldn't cut it for top scorer, but dreams? Everyone's got 'em.
A few shot excited glances at Su Mo's spot; others looked worried as hell.
Hearing this, Su Mo—forget the rest—was pretty damn pleased.
Standing on Arena 1, fights barely took him a minute. Then came the 30-minute cooldown, with everyone eyeballing his perch.
Like he was some circus monkey—honestly, it got old fast.
Better to wrap this up quick and lock in that top scorer title.
"Tu Hongwu, you've gone too far! Sure, you're taking this year's top scorer as your disciple, but you don't get to rewrite exam rules on a whim!
This decides countless kids' futures!"
A deep, stern voice boomed from the sky. Everyone looked up—no one there, not even Tu Hongwu's silhouette anymore.
Just when they thought it'd fizzle out, the rules shifted again.
[Exam Rule Update: Arena 1 challenges have no rest time. Eight hours from now, whoever's standing there is this year's top scorer.]
The news hit like a bomb—everyone was floored. If they'd stuck with the old tweak, it'd be a free-for-all; weaker players would've dropped instantly.
Now? Only those gunning for Blood Slaughter God's discipleship would fight for that top spot.
Holding it was one thing—surviving a wheel war after was another.
Eight hours. Nonstop combat for eight hours. Everyone here was no slouch.
No one believed anybody could last from start to finish under that.
The later you went, the better your shot—common sense.
Some even wondered if Su Mo had pissed off Tu Hongwu. Rules like these? Stacked against him.
No one—not a single soul—thought Su Mo could hold out, no matter how strong or ironclad he was!
[Boom!]
Rules barely updated, and a challenger popped up on Su Mo's arena.
Sure, later might mean better odds, but it also meant fiercer competition.
Those shaky on their strength figured—why scrap for the endgame slot? Beat Su Mo early, snag first for a bit, and cash in rewards from their clan or country.
Plenty thought the same. The white guy stepping up now was one of 'em.
He hit the arena and let out a wolf howl. Muscles bulged, gray fur sprouted—seconds later, he was a three-meter-tall beast, rippling with power.
No intro for Su Mo—legs bent, he launched himself at Su Mo in a brutal charge.
Rules said unlimited—no need for the old exam's name-and-rank spiel.
Su Mo watched the werewolf barreling in with mild curiosity.
Then a casual sweep of the Yue-Breaking Fang Tian Halberd—and the guy was out of the arena, exam eligibility gone.
Same move as before—no flash, just one strike, and the challenger was toast.
Every examinee's gaze froze.
They couldn't wrap their heads around it—no skills, just raw physical power, and he one-shotted a werewolf known for its beefy build.
How strong was Su Mo's body?!
Even seeing his insane strength, challengers kept piling on.
[Boom!]
[Boom!]
[Boom!]
Didn't matter who—Su Mo's answer was a simple, one-hit KO.
One kill's luck, two's a burst—nonstop challenger smackdowns? That's just raw power.
He had the chops to hold Arena 1.
The red-haired Killmatt hopped up, flicking his face-shielding bangs with a smirk:
"Heh, was gonna climb from Arena 10, but no need now—I've got your weakness pegged!
Fast speed, strong hits, pure burst type—but your defense? Weak as hell!"
Su Mo, mid-arena, blinked at that. Since awakening absolute defense, this was the first time anyone called it his weakness.
[Snap!]
Killmatt snapped his fingers!
[Boom!]
A giant speaker blaring ear-splitting DJ noise crashed down onto the arena.
Seeing Su Mo stand there, expressionless, Killmatt chuckled. "What—scared I nailed your weak spot? Don't sweat it—losing to me'll be a fun story someday."
["Listen up, connect, sway to my beat!"]
The grating DJ kicked back in, massive soundwaves rippling outward.
Su Mo scratched an ear, face blank. The brutal noise slammed into him—and nothing.
Killmatt's half-exposed face twitched, then settled.
"Tanking it? Let's see how long you last! Crank it up!"
[Boom!]
The DJ noise went feral, soundwaves hammering Su Mo like a tsunami.
He just found it annoying. Next second, a yellowish glow flickered over him. Those already fixated on him clocked it—Su Mo was using a skill.
After dropping two challengers flat, this was his first skill cast. Everyone—Killmatt included—was curious as hell.
[Mountain Collapse, Earth Shatter!]
[Boom!]
The Yue-Breaking Fang Tian Halberd hit the ground, a deafening roar drowning out the DJ racket.
Thick dust swallowed the arena. When it cleared, every examinee gawked at Su Mo's spot, jaws on the floor.
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