"No, it can't be..." Tantai Yao was dumbfounded, it was really hard to understand.
"As long as the quota is not exceeded, there is no need to do anything. Let so many people lose out. What good will it do to them?"
Yun Luo shook his head, "It's hard to satisfy people's hearts. Once they taste the sweetness, they often want more."
Not everyone has a bottom line, and not everyone knows when enough is enough.
Greed is not enough, this is the human heart.
Yun Luo's words seemed to be a prophecy.
Starting from the 90th group of games, the situation intensified and got out of control.
From the 90th to the 95th group, all ten seventh-level warriors were seriously injured, no one survived, and no one advanced.
Obviously there are more than enough places, but those who are secretly attacking still have no intention of stopping.
Immediately afterwards, Group 96...
Ninety-seven groups...
Four seventh-level warriors were either dead or injured, including a high-level seventh-level warrior and a peak seventh-level warrior.
Everyone was in an uproar, and the voices of doubt could no longer be suppressed, and the noise rose.
"What the hell is going on? Which turtle is so ruthless?"
"There are almost twenty casualties here, and not even one has been promoted..."
"The people in front obviously had an easy time fighting! Why do more people die as we go to the back? Are they all crazy?"
"This is obviously someone's tampering. Doesn't the sect care about it?"
Under such questioning, Yi Shuiyue had to ask the maid to clarify.
The maid raised her voice and said: "Everything went normal during the competition. The sect did not find anyone secretly framing it, so the competition continues!"
Many warriors immediately became angry, "You're all dead and injured and no one is framing you?"
"How does the sect supervise us? Do you think we are fools?"
"Every fool knows that someone must have done something!"
The maid in white looked coldly and shouted: "Quiet!"
"We are not convinced!"
A group of warriors who had not yet competed were furious and complained loudly: "The purpose of our coming to take part in the assessment is to join the sect and train hard to become strong. We are not here to die!"
"What's the point of this comparison? Everyone who came on stage died one after another!"
"That's right, this is not fair at all!"
"The sect must give us an explanation, otherwise, we will not compete!"
"That's right! There will be no competition without explanation. I want to join the sect, but I don't want to die here in a daze either!"
The crowd is excited.
Many warriors became angrier as they talked.
The maid in white looked at them coldly, her expression unmoved: "On the competition stage, you are responsible for life and death. If you want to get benefits, you must take corresponding risks! If you don't even have this courage, then don't compete. The sect doesn't need to be like this.
Cowardly disciple!"
The warriors were suffocated upon hearing this, and immediately felt unable to get off the stage, and their chests were full of depression.
Yun Luo sneered.
Change the concept!
This is not a question of risk at all, but of naked malicious competition.
Who can accept that you will die if you stand on stage? It has nothing to do with courage.
The sect knew clearly that someone was doing tricks, but pretended not to see it.
It may have been because there was no evidence before that the sect was reluctant to speak hastily, but when things have developed to this point, it is obviously out of control.
However, Yi Shuiyue's maid still told lies with her eyes open, clearly to make more warriors die!
Now, there are only seventy warriors who have successfully won, far less than one hundred.