Devouring all things: I possess the energy of chaos.

The next morning, it was just dawn.

Since the second round of the competition didn't start until 10 a.m., Mo Hong wasn't in a hurry.

Mo Hong first ate two nutritious meals, then seized the time to cultivate.

Now that he can add points to both martial arts skills and secret techniques, he wants to improve his physical fitness as soon as possible.

It took him a full hour to slowly stop.

"I originally thought this batch of cultivation resources would be enough for me for three months, but it seems that the time will be cut in half."

Noticing the rapid depletion of his Qi and Blood resources, Mo Hong frowned slightly.

Keep in mind, he spent over a million federal dollars on these resources, which would probably last an average person six months with normal use!

Mo Hong believed he could only use it for three months, also considering that he was absorbing it too quickly.

However, Mo Hong now realizes that he has far underestimated his absorption speed.

At that moment, he felt the pain of happiness.

Although he is making rapid progress now, it's all thanks to spending money.

If he continues to cultivate at this rate, Mo Hong's wealth will soon be exhausted.

"It seems we still need to figure out how to make money."

Shaking his head, Mo Hongqiang suppressed these thoughts, forcing himself not to think about them for the time being.

Because the second round of matches is about to begin today.

Mo Hong then connected to the Star Soul Network and lay down in the virtual pod.

When he opened his eyes again, Mo Hong was already in his private room in Jinjiang City.

Mo Hong glanced around and noticed that Yang Mao and Zhao Lin had already arrived.

"Mo Hong, please have a seat. I will now explain the rules for the second round of the competition to you."

Mo Hong nodded and sat down on a single sofa not far from him.

"This second round is different from the first round. This time, most people will be eliminated, and only four people will remain to continue the competition."

Yang Mao spoke slowly with a serious expression.

"what?"

Upon hearing this, both Mo Hong and Zhao Lin's expressions changed.

They never expected that only half of the people were eliminated yesterday, but today there are only four spots left to advance.

In an instant, the two men tensed up, pricking up their ears to listen intently to what Yang Mao would say next.

"Look at that electronic screen. This time, four different numbered arenas have been set up at the same time to save time and conduct the competition all at once."

Mo Hong looked up at the electronic screen and indeed found four different viewing corners of the arena.

"After the second round begins, five people will be randomly selected from each of the four arenas for a free-for-all. The last person remaining on the arena will be the winner and will advance to the next round."

"However, since there are only nineteen people in total, there will only be four people competing on one stage."

Yang Mao spoke earnestly.

Mo Hong's eyes flickered, and after listening to Yang Mao explain the rules of the second round, Mo Hong understood instantly.

"If luck played a part in the first round, then only hard skills will allow us to pass the second round. It seems that this time we will directly determine the four strongest people."

Mo Hong, his mind racing, thought to himself.

Suddenly, Mo Hong felt Zhao Lin glancing at him several times, seemingly with a hint of competition in his eyes.

Mo Hong's eyes narrowed slightly upon hearing this; he instantly understood Zhao Lin's thoughts.

"If I were in the same arena as Zhao Lin, I'm afraid we would have to engage in an internal struggle."

Zhao Lin looked over just now, probably with that in mind, which is why his gaze towards Mo Hong wasn't as friendly as before.

"When soldiers come, we'll meet them head-on; when water comes, we'll dam it. If we really clash, then we'll have to decide the victor."

At that moment, Mo Hong's mind became firm.

"In short, no matter which arena you two are assigned to, just do your best."

In the end, Yang Mao still confessed.

This statement also makes it clear that even if the two of them are on the same stage, they don't need to consider Yang Mao's thoughts.

Soon, it was 10 a.m.

At the same time, the system's lottery was conducted.

[Ring One: Wang Mu, Tie Zhan, Jin Can, Li Chuan, and Wang Ming, a total of five people]

[Second Arena, Zhao Xinrou, Wu Xuan..., a total of five people]

[Island No. 3, Mo Hong, Ding Fan... a total of five people]

[Arena No. 4, Zhao Lin..., four people in total]

Seeing that Mo Hong and Zhao Lin were no longer on the same stage, Yang Mao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The moment the draw ended, Mo Hong and Zhao Lin were teleported directly to their respective arenas.

Yang Mao first looked at the third arena where Mo Hong was, then glanced at the names of the other four people, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"I didn't expect Ding Fan, who defeated Gu Yi, to be on stage number three. However, apart from him, the strength of the others is not particularly outstanding. I hope Mo Hong can put in some effort."

Yang Mao analyzed in his heart that his expectations for Mo Hong were not very high.

Yang Mao then turned his attention to the fourth arena where Zhao Lin was, as he had higher expectations for Zhao Lin.

"Zhao Lin is really lucky. Yesterday, his opponents were of average strength, and today he was even placed in a four-person arena. Does the heavens want him to win?"

A smile crept onto Yang Mao's lips; he felt his chances of winning were very high.

The fewer the participants, the weaker the competition, and the greater the chance that Zhao Lin will break out of the circle.

Yang Mao then glanced at the names of the other three people behind Zhao Lin, wanting to see how strong they were.

Suddenly, when he saw the last person's name clearly, his expression froze instantly.

"The serpent is actually on arena number four! This is bad. I wonder if Zhao Lin can withstand it?"

Yang Mao felt a knot in his heart; he had gathered a lot of information about people yesterday.

Although this Meng Ran is at level 13 in reality, it is still ranked over 700th on the Xuanwu Ranking!

Even though those ranked over 700th are at the bottom of the Xuanwu Ranking, they should not be underestimated.

Yang Mao understood that although Zhao Lin was now at level 13, there was still a gap between him and the Xuanwu Ranking.

"I hope Zhao Lin will make progress in the near future."

Yang Mao sighed inwardly and turned his gaze to the screen.

, ...

At the same time, when Mo Hong regained consciousness, he found himself already in the arena.

"The fourth arena?"

Mo Hong glanced around and saw three men and one woman scattered around the arena; these were his competitors.

Since the match has not yet started, the five people in the ring can only move within a small designated area.

Mo Hong took a battle knife from the armory at the edge of the arena and waited quietly for the match to begin.

[Three, two, one, the match begins. The last person alive will advance.]

The next instant, the five people felt the restraints on their bodies disappear, and they were able to move freely.

Just as Mo Hong was about to search for his target, a figure suddenly attacked him from behind.

Almost immediately, a sword beam erupted from behind, sending a chill down Mo Hong's spine.

"roll!"

Mo Hong quickly turned around and slashed at the target with his sword.

boom!

With the sound of weapons clashing, a figure staggered back more than ten steps before coming to a stop.

"So strong?"

Feeling the slight numbness in his arm, the man's expression changed, and his gaze towards Mo Hong gradually became serious.