She didn't know what the tracking tree was, but after listening to the old man's explanation, she could probably guess a little.

It's probably similar to a modern timer, two hundred people, and the last fifty people will advance to the next round.

The first round of the game is very simple, without too much attention, as long as you are beaten down, you will be eliminated.

Similarly, it can be regarded as a default rule, that is, as long as you are not beaten down, or persist within the last fifty, you can be promoted, whether you are opportunistic or whatever, as long as you can hold on to that time, even if you pass......

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With the old man's order, the scene was about to erupt, and those people who were still standing quietly in the ring just now suddenly went crazy one by one, and they would beat whoever they caught.

The spirits of those people are highly tense, and at this time, they naturally can't relax, and they are all looking at each other with an extremely murderous gaze.

On this battlefield, there is no other conflict of interest, everyone is fighting each other for that limited spot.

Even if you are a pair of brothers who have a good relationship on weekdays, at this time, you can only stand on opposite sides.

Because anyone can be a threat to you!

The battlefield of 200 people was extremely chaotic, the audience was dazzled, and the racers on the field were fighting with all their might, or roaring, shouting, or crazy......

Constantly some people were beaten down, and some people were thrown into the ring like punching bags.

There are still many people who were beaten badly and had colors on their faces, but they still persevered on the field.

I don't know when it started, there was already a lot of blood in the ring, there were no dead people, but there were not a few seriously injured, and the faint smell of blood mixed with the breeze wafted on the tip of everyone's nose......

But among the embarrassed people, there were so many figures who came and went freely, shuttling through the crowd in a chic manner, and everywhere they went, those who were still struggling suddenly fell to the ground one by one.

Gu Zhu saw that one of them was Long Mo.

She was secretly surprised.

She always knew that Long Mo's strength was good, but she didn't expect it to be so high, and her strength was probably about the same as Mu Yurou.

The last time I saw him and Mu Yurou killed in Fancheng, his strength was not so outstanding......

It seems that he has improved a lot during this time.

There were two other people she didn't know and had never seen before, but looking at the outfits, they seemed to be from other countries......

Zuo Qingya is the daughter of a general, and her tutor has always been stricter than ordinary official ladies in this part of cultivation, so she is the only woman in the group who can persist until this time......

The number of people on the field was dwindling dramatically, and there were almost fifty or sixty people left.

Subtract a few more, and the rest will all be cleared.

Gu Zhu's good-looking eyes narrowed lazily, and he looked at the situation on the field coldly.

The more they got to the back, the more fierce these people who insisted on the back, and they refused to give up even if they used all their strength.

Later, the elimination of people is not as fast as before, and sometimes it takes several minutes to eliminate one.

Long Mo and two other men who had performed well had already stopped, and the three of them stood quietly in the ring, looking at each other.

The rest of the people didn't dare to hit the three of them, because they knew that these three people couldn't afford to mess with them.

They'll advance, that's for sure.