No.1 Supreme Warrior by Moneto

Before taking part in the challenge, he had given himself a goal. He set a goal of entering seventy meters for himself. Only by doing that would he be able to get four points.

If he did not manage to get to seventy meters, then the chances of him getting four points would only be at around twenty percent.

Thinking about that, White felt a bit helpless and silently cursed that the rules felt so chaotic.

Some people managed to get to sixty-eight meters, but their results ended up with four points.

There were some who got to sixty-eight meters but were given three points.

It was not a special situation either, but what was happening regularly. It was as if the final points one got were completely dependent on a person's luck. However, the results were not too crazy. As long as someone got to seventy meters, they would definitely get four points.

would definitely get to the seventy meter

in the face, and make those

teeth and stirred up his own spirits as he slowly

from the snow around him. The constant pressure from

it crumbled, instead, it reformed, filling up the space that was empty before, and

Twenty meters, thirty meters...

heard more and more cracking around him. The snow started to crumble faster and faster, and the rate of the cracks

was forced to stop to compose himself, taking the time to recover his strength. He started to form seals again, and countless snowflakes formed from his hands and filled up

He could not stay there for too long. On the Path of Fate, the natural laws were constantly pressing down. Even though he could stop advancing,

and faster, and his expression got

the pace of

took meant he needed to stop to fill