670 The Seven Great Warriors (1/2)

It would have previously been impossible for Mo Wen to be so powerfully without using spiritual weapons and other magical treasures. However, after practicing all his martial arts teachings to the highest levels, his combat power had already grown by an alarming amount. He was now easily able to kill monstrous beasts of the same realm as him just through physical fighting.

The powerful later stage seventh rank monstrous beasts that Mo Wen was now facing were mere pushovers.

As time passed, more and more monstrous beasts died at his hands. His cultivation became higher and deeper, gradually returning to the level he was at when he killed Hou Jingfeng. If he continued to slaughter all the monstrous beasts he came across, it would most likely not take long for him to break through to the intermediate stage of the Golden Elixir Realm.

In the wastelands, there were more and more dead monstrous beasts. The stench of death grew stronger, attracting even more monstrous beasts. Mo Wen had been marked by blood after killing Hou Jingfeng and so it was easier for him to attract monstrous beasts.

Gradually, a few monstrous beasts at the pinnacle of the seventh rank appeared in the wastelands. With their appearance, the pressure on Mo Wen multiplied. However, in one-on-one combat, almost no pinnacle of the seventh rank monstrous beast was a match for Mo Wen.

Right now, even without using immortal cultivator magical treasures, Mo Wen could still kill monstrous beasts at the pinnacle of the seventh rank.

From night until dawn, Mo Wen killed so many monstrous beasts that he could not clearly remember the number that had died. When he began, the number of monstrous beasts in the wastelands had been increasing. Time passed as he killed more and more and the number of monstrous beasts began to dwindle. After Mo Wen killed the last monstrous beast at the pinnacle of the seventh rank, the Inner Qi in his body trembled, and an astonishing power quietly emerged.

The intermediate stage Golden Elixir Realm!

Mo Wen knew that his cultivation was about to break through to the intermediate stage Golden Elixir Realm. In his current condition, his intermediate stage Golden Elixir Realm cultivation was enough to be comparable to ordinary pinnacle of the Golden Elixir Realm ancient martial art practitioners. It had only been a day since the Game of Death began. At the current rate of growth, it was highly likely that he could reach the realm of Martial Arts Grandmaster before the Fire Domain's Seven Major Beast Kings descended.

The Inner Qi in his body circulated with increasing speed. An astonishing aura emanated from his body. Within a radius of a thousand meters, no monstrous beasts dared to approach him.

As he broke through to the intermediate stage Golden Elixir realm, a voice appeared in Mo Wen's mind. ”Congratulations! You have been listed among the top 30 strongest practitioners among the human ancient martial art practitioners in this Game of Death. You can check the leaderboard through your declarative memory.”

Leaderboard of strongest practitioners? Mo Wen was slightly stunned. He subconsciously delved into his declarative memory. He saw that at the center of his declarative memory a stone monument had appeared. He did not know how long it had been there. A list of names was carved into its surface of the stone monument. From top to bottom, there were 30 names. Mo Wen discovered that his name was impressively listed among them. However, he was only ranked 28th.

The so-called top 30 strongest practitioners were the 30 strongest among the human ancient martial art practitioners in this space. This leaderboard was not ranked according to the number of monstrous beasts killed but on each individual's cultivation.

Mo Wen had not expected that among all the human ancient martial art practitioners, he was actually only ranked in 28th position.

However, when Mo Wen gave it some thought, he understood that his own cultivation was only at the pinnacle of the Embryonic Breathing Realm. With his foundation, it was difficult to raise his cultivation. But other human ancient martial art practitioners were mostly at the pinnacle of the Golden Elixir Realm. Many were even Martial Arts Grandmasters. They only needed to unseal their cultivation. Hence, they had it much easier than Mo Wen.

Although Mo Wen had killed many monstrous beasts, even killing a Beast King, his growth rate most likely could not compare to that of some human ancient martial art practitioners.

Mo Wen carefully examined the leaderboard. The person ranked first was a woman named Nangong Mingzhu. Mo Wen knew nothing about this person. Ranked second was a person called Chu Yuan. Mo Wen did not recognize any of the top five. But the person ranked sixth was very familiar. It was the Ming Temple's Second Sect Grand Elder Wang Changhan.

Mo Wen also recognized Gao Hanshan, who was ranked 17th, and Granny Jin Hua, who was in 24th place. Pei Fengwu's master, the swordsman Zong Changsheng, was also listed on the leaderboard. Strangely, the Ming Temple's Third Sect Grand Elder Bu Xingyi was not there.

Among human ancient martial art practitioners, there were 15 to 20 people with Martial Arts Grandmaster cultivation. But to Mo Wen's surprise, he noticed that some Martial Arts Grandmasters were not actually listed on the leaderboard. Instead, some ancient martial art practitioners that originally had only been at the pinnacle of the Golden Elixir Realm were listed, leapfrogging some Martial Arts Grandmaster strong practitioners.

Maybe because of the game rules of this space, opportunity often depended on one's own strength.

After discovering that he was only ranked 28th on the leaderboard, Mo Wen breathed a sigh of relief. The more human strong practitioners there were, the higher the chances of them making it through this Game of Death.

Mo Wen did not know that right now, there were already quite a few humans gathering together.

Humans and monstrous beasts were different. Humans were beings with wisdom who knew how to unite and cooperate. A few human ancient martial art practitioners in the wastelands and forests came together to form groups. They formed small hunting groups, greatly increasing their chances of killing monstrous beasts.

Some human ancient martial art practitioners from the same sect would mostly gather together. Very few people acted alone.

In a valley, a group of crimson-robed people was surrounded by a large number of monstrous beasts. Not only were there many monstrous beasts in the valley, but some of their cultivations were also high. More than half of them were above the seventh rank.

There were eight crimson-robed people in the valley. They formed a mysterious group. They advanced and retreated purposefully, calmly killing the surrounding monstrous beasts.

In the middle of the eight crimson-robed people stood a white-robed woman. She wielded a crimson red longsword and her figure was graceful. She wore a veil and her face could not be seen, but her eyes were very, very cold.