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.

he would definitely get to the seventy meter area to make sure he earned

else in the face, and make

his teeth and stirred up

the snow around him. The constant pressure from

disappear after it crumbled, instead, it reformed, filling up the space that was empty before, and making sure that White was completely

Twenty meters, thirty meters...

into the forty meter area, he heard more and more cracking around him. The snow started to crumble faster and faster, and

his strength. He started to form seals again, and

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.

faster and faster, and his expression got

to drip down his face. By the time he reached fifty meters, the pace of the snow crumbling was

step he took meant he needed to stop to fill up the gaps in his snow. Only then would he be able to protect himself