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.

something that was assured. Therefore, he decided that he would definitely get

everyone else in the face, and make

and stirred up

around him. It was from the snow around him. The constant pressure from the

it crumbled, instead, it reformed, filling up the space that was

Twenty meters, thirty meters...

cracking around him. The snow started to crumble faster and

strength. He started to form seals again, and countless snowflakes

he frowned as he continued to advance again. 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, the pressure would just stop increasing,

and his expression

time he reached fifty meters, the pace of the snow crumbling was twice as fast as when he was in the

himself unable to hold on. Every step he took meant he needed to stop to fill up the gaps in his snow. Only then