Survival Arena

"Damn it! This guy is way too strong..."

Ye Wukong lay on the ground, taking a sharp intake of cool air.

He struggled to get up, wanting to stand, but his lower body had lost sensation, and he couldn't move at all.

Meanwhile, Chu Ge was still entangled with the Deathbringer Qilin.

The Deathbringer Qilin was already enveloped in Raging Flame Separation, burning fiercely, with its piercing roars echoing nonstop. Continue reading on My Virtual Library Empire

The watching Survivors looked at each other.

They were hesitating on whether to intervene.

"Forget it, who dares to get close to that flame?"

A tall Moose shook its head and said with a tone full of reverence.

The Survival Arena is all about the law of the jungle.

Chu Ge was strong, so strong that they dared not interfere, and such might easily turned into worship.

The North American Wolf King had a complicated look in his eyes, staying silent behind them.

A while later.

When Ye Wukong could barely stand up, the Deathbringer Qilin also fell to its knees on the street.

Its voice grew weaker, and the effort it made to struggle lessened.

Chu Ge, on its back, was completely exhausted.

This creature's strength was truly enormous!

Chu Ge jumped off and landed to the side, beginning to rest.

He pretended to still have strength, to prevent other Survivors from thinking there was an opportunity to take advantage.

He calmly watched the Deathbringer Qilin being burned by the intense fire, waiting for it to die.

This scene, witnessed by the Survivors, was so imposing.

Ye Wukong, staggering, picked up his steel spear, using it as a crutch. He came to Chu Ge's side and grinned, "Boss, you really are powerful."

He and Arno had fought for so long without being able to injure the Deathbringer Qilin, but Chu Ge managed to take it down with force, inspiring admiration but also feeling a blow to his own pride.

Although he had claimed quite a few enemies earlier, the gap in strength between him and Chu Ge was still significant.

Chu Ge whispered, "Prepare to retreat."

Arno's death really depressed him.

The guy had died unjustly.

He expected he would have to find Ye Wukong later to deal with it, and as a team leader, he would inevitably have to step in and play mediator.

Just thinking about it gave him a headache.

Another ten seconds passed.

"You have successfully hunted the Deathbringer Qilin, all team members receive 3000 Survival Points!"

"[Suicide Group] team leader Chu Ge Siqi has successfully hunted the Deathbringer Qilin!"

With two notifications sounding, Chu Ge immediately led Ye Wukong to retreat.

The other Survivors looked at their retreating figures with complex expressions, remaining silent for a long time.

After reuniting with Xiao Poor Thing, Chu Ge and his companion quickly retreated.

Ten minutes later.

They jumped onto the rooftop of a building to rest.

"We've already killed three Deathbringer Qilins, each person has earned an additional 9000 Survival Points, shall we continue to fight?" Ye Wukong asked excitedly.

The feeling of this mad killing spree and earning heaps of Survival Points was exhilarating.

He suddenly understood the feelings that Chu Ge, Gu Tianjiao, and Xiao Hero had in the past.

At the same time, he felt regret.

If he had known it would be like this, he would have been more cautious before and not so reckless.

Chu Ge shook his head, "Let's leave it at that, moderation is key, we can't be greedy. It's the last night, and we can't maintain our peak condition, how can we fight the Deathbringer Qilins?"

His Raging Flame Separation could burn the Deathbringer Qilin to death, but it required a lengthy stalemate.

If they ran out of strength or reacted even a bit sluggishly, they could easily be killed instantly by the Deathbringer Qilin.

Xiao Poor Thing nodded, "Proud Sister said before, once we've killed three Deathbringer Qilins, we could stop. Any more would be dangerous."

Ye Wukong thought for a moment, then nodded his head.

He let out a sigh and lay back on the ground.@@novelbin@@

"Boss, Ri Tian, how much stronger do you think Suicide Group will get after this Survival Competition ends?" Ye Wukong asked eagerly.

Xiao Poor Thing grunted, "How many Survival Points did you earn?"

During this night's deadly battle, it was mostly Ye Wukong who wiped out enemies within the Suicide Group.

It stood to reason that this guy had killed quite a few enemies.

Ye Wukong chuckled and said, "Not as much as you last time, but I've reached the threshold of 17,000 Survival Points."

Xiao Poor Thing pouted, not expecting this lickspittle to have risen as well.

Chu Ge silently calculated his own Survival Points.

He had earned approximately 15,200 Survival Points.

Not far off from Ye Wukong's tally.

It seemed Ye Wukong hadn't killed that many enemies; he mostly watched and then swooped in to wipe out teams.

The three of them chatted while resting, not taking any further action.

Time ticked away, second by second.

In Venice, the roar of the Deathbringer Qilin still echoed, but this was no longer the concern of Suicide Group; they only wanted a peaceful night.

The moon set, and the sun rose.

As the first ray of sunlight from Venice crossed the ocean surface, the night's deadly battle came to an end.

"The night's deadly battle has ended, you have successfully cleared it, receiving 200 Survival Points."

"You earned 3,700 Survival Points for slaying enemies in this Survival Competition."

"Suicide Group completely wiped out other Survival Teams, you receive an additional 2,500 Survival Points."

"You hunted three Deathbringer Qilins, granting all members an additional 9,000 Survival Points."

"You have accumulated 15,400 Survival Points."

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As the indifferent female voice announced the results, Chu Ge felt dizzy, and everything went black before his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he was back at the Team Cultivation Hall.

Gu Tianjiao, Arno, Xiao Hero, General Lie Hao, Local Snake, and Nangong crowded around.

"Ye Wukong! I'm going to kill you!"

Arno roared, his eyes bloodshot.

He had barely made it to the last day, only to die because of Ye Wukong.

Ye Wukong jumped in fright and said awkwardly, "Brother, don't blame me, I was attacking the Deathbringer Qilin, how was I supposed to know it would fall and hit you..."

Arno charged straight at him, slamming into his stomach. Ye Wukong's eyes bulged in pain as he was sent flying.

Chu Ge felt amused and promptly stepped in to stop Arno.

After venting his anger, Arno didn't make further trouble, snorting coldly before turning his head away.

Proud Sister said with a smile, "Although this night's deadly battle had many twists and turns, our Suicide Group emerged victoriously, having earned over 10,000 Survival Points each."

Even with deductions, cleaning up three Deathbringer Qilins and five total annihilations still left them well above 10,000 Survival Points.

"Let's get stronger quickly and then go for the power ranking!" General Lie Hao said, excitedly.

Proud Sister shook her head and said, "This power boost might force us to Level Up to Four Stars. Do you guys think we should Level Up? If not, we need some strategy."

"What strategy?" Xiao Poor Thing asked curiously.

Proud Sister calmly replied, "Have two of our strong members go out and establish sub-groups. But doing so might lead to unexpected events; if our main group Levels Up, they might get left behind."

Everyone fell into deep thought.

Chu Ge laughed and suggested, "Actually, just let things take their natural course. Those who feel they can't keep up with their strength can go ahead and create a sub-group and later find us in the Four Stars Arena."

He didn't see the need to keep holding at Three Stars.

While farming points was nice, it could also lead to complacency.

Additionally, those Survivors who often farmed points rarely ended well.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Chu Ge continued, "Nangong, Local Snake, Ye Wukong, Xiao Poor Thing, you guys should consider whether you want to stay and establish a sub-group until you're strong enough to join us in the Four Stars Arena."