Chapter 583: Chapter 583: Alive

Ye Qingtian, upon hearing these humiliating words, couldn’t help but spit out another mouthful of blood.

Too bully for tolerance!

He endured the pain in his body and stood up, circulating his energy to regain his dignity.

But with Xiao Zhan’s Instantaneous Movement, he appeared right in front of him, the cold Demon Scythe pressed against his throat. With any further movement, the Demon Scythe would surely slit his throat.

Along with his head flying off.

Ye Qingtian’s pupils shook as he stared into Xiao Zhan’s face, seemingly struggling, hesitating, but eventually, his gaze dimmed, and he gave up on the idea of resistance.

At this moment.

Zhan Yuntian walked over from the side.

“The one-month closed-door cultivation has ended, and it is now time to announce the elimination list: Chu Yunyang, Lin Zhenghong, Zhang Jufei, and… Ye Qingtian.”

Upon hearing the name.

Chu Yunyang and the other two looked dejected, merely sighed, shook their heads, and said nothing.

But Ye Qingtian suddenly stood up, indignant, and demanded, “Why am I eliminated?”

The training data for everyone was recorded by artificial intelligence. When they came out, they could see their own progress as well as that of others.

Chu Yunyang, Lin Zhenghong, and Zhang Jufei walked out of the Cultivation Room, saw the progress of the others, and roughly guessed they would be eliminated.

It was just a matter of how many would be eliminated.

If few were eliminated, then they might still have a glimmer of hope to stay.

But Ye Qingtian was different; he had made significant progress, trailing only behind Xiao Zhan and Tang Kun. Unless only two were to advance, Ye Qingtian would not be eliminated.

Therefore, upon hearing his own name on the elimination list, Ye Qingtian immediately stood out.

Zhan Yuntian looked at him, with a dignified and indifferent expression, and said, “Indeed, you made it to the third round of selection, but unfortunately, you’ve already failed in the third round.”

“What do you mean?”

Ye Qingtian widened his eyes in confusion.

“The third round is a test of your actual combat strength, on-the-spot response, and the most important point, survival!”

“If Xiao Zhan hadn’t held back just now, you’d be dead. Hence, you’re eliminated.”

Upon hearing this explanation, Ye Qingtian’s eyebrows furrowed, not expecting this to be the reason.

He hung his head low for a moment but then raised it suddenly, unwilling to accept defeat. “I wasn’t ready just now. I request a rematch. This time, I won’t lose to him!”

“Request denied!”

“Why?”

“On the battlefield, if you die, do you expect the enemy to give you a resurrection coin?”

These words rendered Ye Qingtian’s face bruised with dismay.

He desperately wanted to retort against Zhan Yuntian’s words, but after scouring his entire mind, he realized his entire life’s eloquence seemed to have been learned in vain.

“Now, those who are eliminated, leave the Hidden Dragon Hall!”

Zhan Yuntian did not give Ye Qingtian the chance to speak further and immediately issued the command. After saying so, he turned and left!

Seeing this, Ye Qingtian impulsively took a few steps to follow, but one backward glance from Zhan Yuntian froze him in place, daring not to move any further.

After Zhan Yuntian left, everyone dispersed back to their own rooms.

Xiao Zhan took stock of the remaining participants—now only four groups of seven people remained.

Him and Ye Youlong, Tang Kun, two from Yun Dong, and a monk.

The monk, named Pu Hui, had no Artifact Spirit, nor did he need one.

After the world changed, traditional Chinese martial arts could be utilized just like in TV shows. Likewise, the Buddhist Scriptures hidden within temples could show their power.

Monks in the temples, cultivating Buddhist Scripture from a young age, harboring a compassionate heart, with great perseverance as the foundation of their practice.

Although it was tiresome and bitter, their strength was by no means inferior to the mainstream Contract model.

Xiao Zhan took another good look at the monk. If the third round was to involve combat, then this old monk would be a formidable opponent.

And there were two others.

There was no need to mention Tang Kun, another threat.

As for Yun Dong, to be honest, Xiao Zhan didn’t take him seriously, but Yun Dong’s attitude towards Xiao Zhan always carried a subtle hint of murderous intent, forcing Xiao Zhan to be wary.

After returning to the dormitory and washing up, he rested.

The next day.

Zhan Yuntian gathered them together.

“There’s only one last month left now. Within this month, it will be decided who emerges as the ultimate victor.”

“As I said yesterday, the third round’s principle is to survive. There’s only this single principle, and it’s the only principle. Because only by surviving are you qualified to receive the Federation’s nourishment! Likewise, only by surviving can our Federation exist!”

“To survive, is the possibility of all hope! To survive, that is the sole purpose of this assessment!”

Zhan Yuntian’s tiger-like gaze swept across their faces one by one.

Xiao Zhan felt as if an army of thousands was charging at his face, shuddering incessantly!

“War God, what exactly are we being assessed on? Is it combat with each other, or something else?” Yun Dong asked.

“Combat with each other?”

Zhan Yuntian scoffed, “Does mere combat with each other deserve to be called survival? Since it’s surviving, you’ll inevitably have to confront death!”

“Please clarify, War God!”

Yun Dong shouted, not wanting to hear any nonsense.

Zhan Yuntian was a qualified instructor because he liked to preface with nonsense!

“It’s simple. Survive from a desperate situation! You will be dispatched to carry out the most difficult hunting missions. Complete the task and come back alive; that’s all, as simple as that!”

The most difficult hunting missions, yet so simple—such words, it seems, could only be uttered by Zhan Yuntian.

“War God, what exactly is the mission?” Xiao Zhan asked at this moment.

Zhan Yuntian looked at Xiao Zhan and then took out a box.

Smiling at everyone.

“Draw lots to decide.”

Draw lots?

It seems to be to prevent any claims of unfairness.

The box was placed right in front of Xiao Zhan, who did not hesitate and was the first to reach in and pull out a slip of paper.

Upon opening it.

It read ‘Eliminate Baka Federation.’

Seeing these words, Xiao Zhan’s expression flickered, his eyebrows furrowed, but the next second, a flame ignited deep within his eyes, and something seemed to awaken within his bloodline.

Others, seeing this, also drew their slips of paper.

After checking the content, all of them furrowed their brows, lingering in discomfort.

Zhan Yuntian took in everyone’s expressions, and then said, “There are no conditions for the hunting mission; you can use any power at your disposal, but there’s one point you must achieve, which is not to be discovered!”

With that, Zhan Yuntian took out seven masks and laid them before everyone.