Published: November 30, -0001
However.
What made them feel frustrated was that after Qin Chen spat out blood, he still showed no reaction, continuing to remain in the grand formation and participating in the assessment.
Wow!
The entire venue erupted into chaos, the noise surging like a wave, almost scattering the clouds above.
Why is this happening?
What on earth is the will of Ancient Nandu doing?
Other martial artists would immediately be thrown out of Ancient Nandu and lose their qualification for the assessment as soon as they spat blood.
But Qin Chen, after spitting blood twice in a row, could still remain in the grand formation and continue accepting the assessment. What the hell is going on?
Is Qin Chen your nephew or your granduncle?
Why are you taking such good care of him?
The crowd couldn't understand at all!
During the first round, the black stone chamber where Qin Chen was located clearly had a malfunction, but the will of Ancient Nandu turned a blind eye. Fine, everyone accepted it.
After all, no one knew what happened in the black stone chamber. If the will of Ancient Nandu said there was no problem, then there was no problem.
But the second round was conducted in front of everyone, and everyone could see it clearly. Qin Chen had already spat blood twice and still was not eliminated; the crowd was completely drunk.
"This Qin Chen has such incredible luck."
"I really don't understand how the will of Ancient Nandu just won't eliminate him."
"Hmph, if he won't be eliminated, then according to the rules, the pressure of the entire grand formation will keep increasing. Qin Chen has clearly reached his limit, yet he remains, and in the end, only he will be injured."
"Just wait and see how that Qin Chen dies."
The crowd sneered, all watching Qin Chen with great interest.
The terror of the will of Ancient Nandu was something everyone had felt, so they naturally didn’t dare to voice too many complaints, but in their hearts, they all scoffed.
This second round was different from the first; once someone couldn't hold on, being forcibly retained, the continuously increasing pressure would keep damaging the martial artist's body until they completely collapsed, losing all vitality and becoming a corpse.
"Just watch, within a quarter of an hour, that Qin Chen will definitely be lying down when he comes out."
Someone confidently asserted.
Others shared the same thought, sneering as they looked at Qin Chen.
One minute.
Two minutes.
...
Time passed, and as the pressure rapidly increased, one martial artist after another was being oppressed and soon couldn’t hold on, getting eliminated one after another.
After more than half an hour, the original team of nearly four hundred was reduced to three hundred, with a hundred people eliminated.
But what frustrated the crowd was that Qin Chen, who had been the first to spit blood, was still holding on.
Moreover.
He had spat blood two more times during this period.
"This guy, is he a cockroach?"
"How long has it been, and he hasn't been eliminated?"
"Who said just now that within a quarter of an hour, Qin Chen would definitely be lying down? It's already been two quarters of an hour, right?"
The crowd was almost going crazy.
This was simply outrageous.
Since the second round of assessment began, Qin Chen had been performing as if he would be eliminated soon, but the outcome was a slap in the face.
This guy was like an unkillable cockroach, clearly looking like he would be eliminated the next second, but he just wouldn’t be sent out.
As for the previous powerhouse who confidently claimed Qin Chen would be eliminated in a quarter of an hour, he was deeply scorned by others.
"Cough, cough, I assure you, very soon, this guy will be eliminated. You all believe me."
That powerhouse, red-faced, faced the gazes of the crowd, said with certainty.
However, the crowd had grown tired of paying attention to him.
In fact, someone couldn’t help but have a thought: could it be that this time in the second round, this guy would miraculously pass?
Amidst the crowd’s guesses and suffering.