Two hours later, nine people were eliminated in the No.10 Training Field, leaving only thirty-three people.
The speed of elimination made the Fatty Middle-aged sigh, but Young Ke seemed to be calm and had never frowned.
As time went by, Lin Xun had expended over half of his physical strength and was puffing hard, with tiny beads of sweat on his forehead.
However, he had been always fixing his eyes on the spiders and still well-controlled in the speed and accuracy of his saber.
The killed spiders were piling up around Lin Xun and the scene was horrible. The same was true of other trainees.
At this stage of the battle, everyone was concentrating on fight and trying to hold on to the last. It was getting close to the end, so no one wanted to be eliminated at this time.
It seemed to be relatively easy for a few people like Ning Meng and Shi Yu. In spite of defending Shin Wenbin at the same time, Qi Can still accomplished the task with ease, which indicated his great power and skills.
“How many trainees on the sixth level of Martial Realm are there?” Young Ke on the mountain suddenly asked.
The Fatty Middle-aged squinted his eyes, seeming to be perceiving something. After a while, he said, "There are two… wait… only one left."
Young Ke looked up and saw that while the Fatty Middle-aged was speaking, there was a boy screaming and eventually capitulated.
Obviously, this boy was the one of the two left trainees mentioned by the Fatty Middle-aged, but now he had been eliminated.
The Fatty Middle-aged sighed, "This little guy, by the sixth-level cultivation in Martial Realm, doesn’t give up till now, he must be a talented one."
Young Ke kept silent for a while and asked, "Who is the other one?"
The Fatty Middle-aged pointed to Lin Xun in the distance and praised him, “This little guy is also awesome. Look at his saber skills! The moves are fast and exact, killing the spider in a single strike. You know, only the strong practitioners who are excellent in fight can really understand, this kind of skill is the most effective and most horrible."
Young Ke agreed, "This saber skill is indeed unique, and maybe it is a rare secret one. But this guy, by his current cultivation, cannot give full play to this saber skill’s power."
The Fatty Middle-aged smiled, "He is great enough. He has already mastered the essence of this skill, and with only one more step, he can reach the realm of Accuracy.”
Young Ke wondered, “Who recommended him?”
"You have to ask Shu Sanqi," the Fatty Middle-aged shook his head.
When it came to Shu Sanqi, Young Ke became silent, and then said, “You should know him. If he is reluctant to say that, he won’t say a word even if you kill him.”
The Fatty Middle-aged agreed with her with a shrug.
"Ning Meng, Shi Yu, Qi Can, Wen Mingxiu, Lee Qiu, Mou Lengshin..." Young Ke announced six names, "give more attention to these six people."
The Fatty Middle-aged was a bit in a trance, "So, now we’re going to start preparing for Bloody Training?”
Young Ke responded, "Sure. With only one year left, we have to prepare for it in advance."
"Well, I don't understand what you are thinking, but I know that within this year, there will definitely be lots of variables, it’s so hasty to do that!"
The Fatty Middle-aged was clear about what “more attention” meant, that was to say, in Young Ke’s opinion, only these six trainees could hold on straight to the end of the one-year training, but the others... might be eventually eliminated!
And he also knew that there would be many uncertainties in one year. It was unwise for Young Ke to make such a decision on the first day of training.
For this, Young Ke didn’t say more words, and she would never change the decision that she had made.
Two hours and forty minutes passed, and only 28 trainees remained in the No.10 Training Field.
They all were embarrassed and exhausted, but the most exhausted one was undoubtedly Lin Xun.
He now was in a cold sweat, and looked pale. Gasping for breath, he couldn’t keep his body stable, and almost fell down.
Lin Xun, of course, was clear about himself. Due to the interference of Shin Wenbin, he had wasted some of his power, and his strategies were affected to some extent.
"It sucks! He has not been eliminated till now! How is that?" In the distance, Shin Wenbin watched Lin Xun from time to time, and he wanted Lin to be killed by the groups of spiders as early as possible.
But at this point, even though Lin Xun seemed to cut a sorry figure, he had not fallen down, which made Shin Wenbin extremely angry.
"There are only 20 minutes left. In view of his present condition, I’m sure he can't stick it out." Qi Can said indifferently and he had found that Lin Xun was like a spent arrow now.
"That will be great!" Shin Wenbin sneered.
"After he is out, I’ll write to my father to arrest him at once. When I leave the Bloodthirsty Camp, I take revenge on him!" He said resentfully, and seemingly hated Lin’s guts.
Unexpectedly, more than ten minutes later, Lin Xun was shaky and about to fall down, but he didn’t fall anyway and was still holding on, which made Shin Wenbin frightened and angry.
Even Qi Can could not help frowning. It seemed they knew little about Lin Xun's strong willpower.
In another area, Ning Meng looked up and glanced sideways at Lin Xun. Ning raised his eyebrows and was amazed that the boy was so awesome since he could hold on till now with the sixth-level cultivation of Martial Realm.
Since there were only about five minutes left before the ending of this training, Ning Meng set his teeth and intended to take the opportunity to give a hand to Lin Xun. They accompanied each other along the way and came to the Bloodthirsty Camp together, he ought to save him for their friendship.
“Wait.” Suddenly, Shi Yu stood in Ning’s way, intentionally or not.
“What are you doing, toy boy?” Ning Meng pulled a long face, and he didn’t have any good feeling for Shi Yu.
“If you save him at this time, you will ruin him,” Shi Yu said lightly.
“Fuck off!” Ning Meng scolded, “You’re clearly trying to make my brother be eliminated and trap me in injustice!”
“Oh really? Brother? Why did you stand by while Shin Wenbin did harm to him just now? Are you afraid of Shin Wenbin’s father, too?” Shi Yu laughed and satirized.
“Bullshit!” Ning Meng was furious. “Don't blame me for my rudeness if you keep messing around!”
Shi Yu laughed, “One is going to be eliminated for killing or hurting his companion. Are you sure you want to do that?"
Ning Meng stared at him and burned with anger, “Damn you...”
Just then, a cry broke out in the distance.
Ning Meng and Shi Yu felt anxious, and looked at the direction where the cry came together.
On the peak of the mountain, Young Ke said casually, “Time is nearly up. Get ready to leave.”
The Fatty Middle-aged was somewhat absent-minded, looking straight at the field. He was staring at Lin Xun, and said, “It’s unexpected that this boy has not fallen down.”
As soon as Young Ke raised her eyebrows and looked into the field, she found that Lin Xun looked pale and almost fell down, but he was still holding on. No matter how many Golden-flame Spiders got close to Lin Xun, he always killed them at the crucial moment.
Young Ke looked at the time and there were only three minutes left. Seeing the current state of Lin Xun, she said, “He will be out.”
The Fatty Middle-aged’s expression slightly changed, as he also knew that it was really difficult for Lin Xun to stick it out even though there were just three minutes, according to his current situation.
At the thought of this, the Fatty Middle-aged burst with an indescribable feeling that if Lin Xun was eliminated in the last few minutes, it would be an immeasurably heavy blow to him and might affect his growth in the future!
But he also knew that rules could not be broken. He and Young Ke could not offer any help at this moment.
“Humph?”
Suddenly, Young Ke's calm and elegant face showed a rare trace of surprise.
The Fatty Middle-aged looked up and his eyes could not help but shine.
In the training field, Lin Xun, who was shaky, did not keep up his spirits immediately, but the power of the saber in his hands seemed to rise sharply in an instant.
With only one saber, the Golden-flame Spiders coming from all around were chopped up like fragile paper and the debris fell to the ground.
An empty area appeared near Lin Xun at once.
“How could it be?!” Shin Wenbin screamed in the distance, thinking he had dim eyesight.
But when Lin Xun brandished his saber the second time, the move still produced such powerful antipersonnel-force. Shin Wenbin felt like being struck by lightning when he saw this. His resentment rose to the extreme and he was unwilling to believe it.
The last two minutes!
How could this happen?
Shin Wenbin did not notice that Qi Can beside him also wore a cold face. With a trace of seriousness in his eyes, he knew, at a glance, that Lin Xun's control over the saber skill had raised to a new realm!
“This....” Ning Meng in the distance was in a trance.
“See, if you just rushed at him and offered him the help without thinking, you would have ruined his chance of promoting his saber skill,” Shi Yu said lightly.
“You had seen it through just now?” Ning Meng was shocked. If so, this toy boy really had sharp eyes.
Shi Yu smiled without speaking a word.
“It suddenly occurs to me that only under the true extreme pressure can the potential of the practitioner be fully exploited.” The Fatty Middle-aged on the peak of the mountain didn’t hide his appreciation of Lin Xun.
Young Ke kept silent for a moment and waved her hand. “Let’s go,” she said.
“Don't you think this kid is pretty good?” The Fatty Middle-aged asked and was not reconciled to accepting the fact that Young Ke had given Lin up.
“At the same age of thirteen, he is only at the sixth level of Martial Realm. Who do you think I would value more, compared with other trainees?”
After saying these words, Young Ke turned towards the treasure ship in the distance. Her short hair fluttered in the mountain breeze and her figure was graceful with the beauty of aloneness.
On the first day of training in this Bloodthirsty Camp, Lin Xun staged a counter-attack in the last three minutes and was not eventually eliminated, relying on the breakthrough of saber skill. Now he was the only one on the sixth level of Martial Realm among the 28 trainees in Camp 39.
Whiz!
The treasure ship roared and flew away, carrying Young Ke and all the trainees.
They set out at four o'clock in the morning. It was past seven in the morning now and the meal time was at half past seven.
Meal time was undoubtedly the most precious time for all the trainees in Bloodthirsty Camp.