A satisfied smile appeared on Yang Fan's face.
Many of the skills in the game were slowly returning, and his strength was also becoming stronger little by little.
From the ninth rank of Martial Disciple to the first rank of Martial Master, the amount of blood and Qi required was more than ten thousand points. However, with his current speed of grinding points, he might be able to complete this step after this trial and officially enter the ranks of Martial Artists.
Looking at the ranking, his points were now at 803 points, while Chu Feiyun's had increased to 823 points. In such a short time, he had already been surpassed by Chu Feiyun.
"No wonder he's known as the super genius with the highest martial arts talent in the South China Martial Arts School in the past 30 years. With this strength and this speed of killing monsters, none of the more than 200 top elite students in the school can compare to him!"
Yang Fan knew himself well. If it wasn't for the fact that he had accidentally completed a hidden mission and received an additional 500 points as a reward, he might not even be able to enter the top 10 with his current points. He simply couldn't be compared to this great genius Chu.
"Amazing!" Yang Fan praised in his heart, "According to this guy's speed of farming, it is not impossible for him to get 5000 points before 5 pm!"
One person could almost do the work of a hundred people. Where could he find such a good employee?
Yang Fan could not help but want to praise Chu Feiyun.
Now, he even began to be a little impatient to wait until the moment when he met Chu Feiyun. Such a little expert in farming monsters alone could take up half of Yang Fan's points requirement. It was awesome.
Yang Fan was leisurely practicing his Gathering skill. At the same time, he was looking at the rankings on the scoreboard. He marked the fat sheep on the scoreboard and silently numbered them one by one. He was waiting for the end of the trial to fully enjoy the joy of a bountiful harvest.
At the same time, in a corner about ten kilometers away from Yang Fan, Chu Feiyun, who was only sixteen years old, was lying on the crown of a twenty-meter-high tree like a dead dog. He was panting heavily.
"F * ck! In the end, Yours Truly still managed to catch up to him! The first place can only belong to one person, and that is me, Chu Feiyun! "
Although he was tired to death, Chu Feiyun felt a burst of comfort in his heart when he saw that the first name on the list had become Chu Feiyun.
However, when his gaze fell on the second place, the little guy couldn't help but gnash his teeth again.
"Yang Fan, this point-farming dog, is really shameless. For the sake of ranking, he doesn't even care about his face! How could anyone gain 500 points in one go? Such an obvious act of cheating, why didn't the AI report it? Are all the teachers in the sky blind? "
Chu Feiyun was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood after being suppressed by a trash who was known as the "Shame of South China" for two whole hours.
"I didn't expect that even the South China Martial Arts School, which has always been known for its fairness, would start to operate under the table! What was so great about having a Martial Ancestor Realm cousin? Chen Guang, that shameless old man, actually dared to be so openly biased and even helped Yang Fan to cheat. Wasn't he afraid that the South China Martial Ancestor would find out about it and fire him as the current principal? "
Chu Feiyun's small face was stern. He was determined to be the champion of today's trial. He would definitely not let a cheating dog steal his limelight!
Seeing that the points of the second place, Yang Fan, had not increased for more than ten minutes, Chu Feiyun couldn't help but curl his lips and smile contemptuously, "You finally exposed yourself! Hmph, a fake will always be a fake. Your own strength is not enough. Even if you gain 500 points, you are still a trash! "
Taking a deep breath, Chu Feiyun silently used his breathing technique to quickly recover the Qi and blood in his body that was rapidly consumed due to the large number of battles.
The second place, Yang Fan, was basically finished. The third place, Zhu Yuchen, only had 460 points. The fourth place, Duan Xiaorui, only had 290 points. These people could not catch up with him in a short time.
The throne of the first place was already secured, so Chu Feiyun was no longer as anxious as before. Now, he had enough time to recover his physical strength and Qi and blood, and then carry out the next round of rapid sprinting.
"According to the data of the past few trial champions, if one wants to be the champion and get the highest reward set by the school, one must have at least 5,000 points."
Chu Feiyun silently calculated in his heart, "Otherwise, when the later stage of the competition between the students, the surviving students may not even be able to gather 5,000 points. Even if I defeat everyone, I may not be able to gather 10,000 points to be the champion."
In the past, the initial elimination rate of the resource competition trial organized by the school was shockingly high. Out of more than 200 students, it would be considered lucky if there were 50 left in the end.
Fifty people didn't sound like a small number. Even if one person could farm for 300 points, it would still add up to a total of 15,000 points.
But the problem was, could the remaining people really get 300 points?
That was impossible. Only the most powerful people at the top of the rankings would be able to get more than 300 points. The rest of the people would be thankful if they could get 100 or 200 points.
Thinking like this, Chu Feiyun casually scrolled through the points ranking at the back. He wanted to see how many people could contribute to him in the end.
As a result, he found that there seemed to be a little too many names on the list. Page by page, there were more and more names. He had already scrolled through more than ten pages, but he still hadn't reached the last name.
"What's going on? Why are there still so many students in the trial? It's been more than two hours since the trial started. Out of the two hundred and nine students who participated in the trial, there are still … one hundred and ninety-eight students left?! "
Chu Feiyun rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
He didn't see wrongly. The last person was indeed ranked one hundred and ninety-eight. Although he only had a pitiful twenty points, he was still very active in this trial canyon and hadn't been eliminated.
"What's going on?"
Chu Feiyun was a little confused. Could it be that the school leaders finally found their conscience and deliberately lowered the number of people eliminated in the trial to give everyone free benefits?
It couldn't be, right?
With the stingy old man Chen Guang, it would be strange if he was so generous!
But if it wasn't like this, how could it be explained that the survival rate of this trial was so high?
Good lord, 198 people. Even if everyone could only get 50 points in the end, the total number of points added up was enough to pile up a trial champion.
If the previous trials were all like this, how could there only be one trial champion every ten years or even decades? Clearly, there were people who had the opportunity to get the champion's reward every year.
Chu Feiyun previously only stared at the top ten of the list and had been competing with Yang Fan, who was above him. He simply didn't have time to pay attention to the list of students outside of the top ten.
He didn't know that such a situation had already caused an uproar among the guardian teachers and the surviving students half an hour before the trial began. Principal Chen Guang even broke his most beloved wine glass because of this.
Only a lone ranger like Chu Feiyun didn't know the truth of the matter and didn't have a clue about it.
But the seventy or so students who had been saved by Yang Fan had already spread the news everywhere after meeting up with their respective teams.
Everyone wasn't a fool. Seeing that so many people had been saved by Yang Fan, and then looking at the number of surviving students on the list, how could they not guess the real reason for this situation?
Although most of these students had already guessed the purpose of Yang Fan's actions, they didn't have a trace of hatred or even resentment towards Yang Fan in their hearts.
Because of Yang Fan's actions, every relatively weak elite student who had survived had a chance to accumulate enough points to exchange for the ultimate basic cultivation resources.
And for those students in the top ten, with so many cannon fodders as a foundation, they seemed to have a higher chance of accumulating ten thousand points.
Moreover, inspired by Yang Fan's actions, those genius students who were in the top ten and stronger began to follow suit. They no longer simply buried their heads in killing monsters. Instead, they began to help the students who were in danger while they were killing monsters.
Therefore, after Yang Fan stopped saving people, within an hour and a half, more and more students began to pay attention to helping their competitors nearby.
They realized that helping others was actually strengthening themselves. The more students who survived, the more rewards they would reap when they started to compete with each other.
This was originally a mutually beneficial matter, so why not?
Moreover, as time passed, more and more Class 1 Demonic Beasts were eliminated, and the remaining students began to form teams to strengthen their teams and work together to hunt down Class 2 and even Class 3 Demonic Beasts that their small teams could not kill before.
Different classes began to form teams. The strong teamed up, and the weak teamed up. Everyone only had one goal, and that was to kill as many demonic beasts as possible to earn points.
Therefore, under the watchful eyes of all the teachers on the airship, the elite students in the training canyon had a grand occasion of harmony that was rarely seen in decades.
Everyone seemed to no longer be competitors, but more like partners fighting together for a common goal. You help me, and I help you. They cooperated with each other and were united and friendly!
Chen Guang sat alone in his office with a complicated expression on his face as he watched everything that was happening in the canyon. He felt very tired in his heart.
"There's nothing wrong with being united and friendly, but it also depends on when. After all, this is a training to compete for resources. The word 'compete' is the most important, isn't it?
"What kind of martial arts spirit is this? You're clearly working together to cash out the school's basic resources!"
"It's all because of that little bastard Yang Fan. He only used half an hour to lead all the students to the gutter. He's simply a scourge!"
Chen Guang felt a chill in his heart. He had a premonition that this year's training would cause the school to go bankrupt.
But what made Chen Guang feel stifled and helpless was that even though he knew that this wasn't right, he didn't have a valid reason to stop the students from doing so.
After all, there was nothing wrong with being united and helping the students.
If he were to stop them now, wouldn't he be teaching these geniuses to be cold-blooded and selfish? Wouldn't he be teaching them to not help others when they were in need?
Chen Guang believed that if he really dared to do so, the old principal would definitely slap him to the wall when he found out about the situation. He wouldn't even be able to crawl out from the wall.
"Forget it, forget it. The school's rules can't be changed so easily, nor can they be violated so easily. In any case, this is just an example. So what if I lose some money? It's no big deal."
"As for the future, even if someone wants to imitate me, they would have to at least have terrifying senses like Yang Fan. Otherwise, even if they want to save people, they wouldn't be able to save many. It wouldn't affect the overall situation!"
Chen Guang closed his eyes and comforted himself.
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