Physics God

As time passed, the number of people on the eight satellites gradually decreased, from thousands to hundreds, and then from hundreds to dozens...

The ordinary stray dogs on the roadside have basically all been kicked to death. Now, all that remains are elite stray dogs from the roadside. Oh, that doesn't sound quite right. In short, what used to be a mixed bag has now been reduced to a mix of fish and snakes, leaving only dragons and serpents on the field.

Mu Kange sat quietly in a corner, building sandcastles in a state of perfect harmony with nature. With his meticulous control, building sandcastles was extremely easy for him, as if he were a super 3D printer, accurately reproducing every detail.

While others were fighting to the death, this mentally challenged person was playing in the sand. Although the experience of playing in the sand on a satellite is indeed quite different, it is still somewhat abstract.

Meanwhile, Qu Bo simply slept anywhere on the battlefield. Relying on the basic skills of a psionicist, which is to move while sleeping, the aftershocks that were not originally aimed at him could not hit him at all.

Although these psionicists fought desperately, it still took them more than ten days to reduce their numbers to a few dozen. This was only achieved with the help of the "meat grinder" and their overwhelming combat awareness.

Otherwise, simply letting stray dogs fight each other would take dozens of days. Add to that the fact that each person shares one Tsar Bomba per second, and each of these satellites would have to withstand the impact of nearly a hundred million Tsar Bombas per day. And after dozens of days, if this were on Earth, I'm afraid even the seven continents would be wiped out.

"Tsk..." Mu Kange looked at the sandcastle that had been reduced to nothing by the aftershocks and couldn't help but click his tongue before rebuilding it.

With mental cover, unless others are extremely focused on this place, whether they look at it visually or scan it with their mental energy, they will find that it is similar to the surrounding environment and will not be able to detect the existence of the sandcastle.

"This satellite has determined sixteen provisional qualifiers; all competition is suspended."

Suddenly, a voice rang in his mind, and several beams of light descended from the sky, enveloping Qu Bo and the others, and then pulling them to a location on the satellite.

"Are you finally done playing?" Qu Bo rubbed his eyes and asked listlessly.

However, no one responded to him. Even Mu Kange was looking at the barrage of comments surrounding them. It was overwhelming, with tiny texts popping up from every angle, so small that they could only be seen with a super microscope. Fortunately, the eyesight and reaction speed of a psionicist were more than enough to handle this level.

[Seriously, I'm speechless. Playing in the sand during the qualifiers? And one guy just lay there sleeping! Does being in harmony with nature give you the right to be so arrogant?]

Don't worry, if you're not skilled enough, you'll be knocked off the stage. The "unity of heaven and man" technique won't create a significant gap in skill on the ring.

[But they've all achieved the state of oneness with nature, so why do you think their strength would be weak?]

[Nonsense, the state of oneness with nature isn't linked to strength. Aren't there plenty of ordinary level zero lifeforms who can enter this state?]

[That's true, but Mukango seems to have a crushing record, so it won't be easy to beat him.]

Although Qu Bo didn't make a move, as a young leader of a top-tier power, his qualifications are already quite high.

Looking at it this way, these two "Celestial Ones" aren't so bad after all. I thought it would be like previous years, with some poor "Celestial Ones" just getting through the preliminaries and getting a set of psionic gear.

"Next, we will enter the defense round. Each provisional qualifier needs to defeat four challengers in a row to advance. Each challenger can only challenge once. If all challengers have finished their challenges, but a provisional qualifier does not meet the four-win streak, then all challengers can challenge the provisional qualifier again." The voice sounded again, announcing the process and rules for determining the qualifiers.

As soon as he finished speaking, the satellite was divided into sixteen regions, each of which was enveloped by a light barrier, which also isolated the regions from each other.

Each of the sixteen people had a screen in front of them, displaying the same map of the satellite. The sixteen people could choose their own location.

"If this were one of the other special satellites, it would be somewhat useful, but on this satellite, there's practically no difference between different areas," Mu Kange complained, then clicked the [Random] option on the screen.

The others had similar ideas to Mu Kange; they either randomly selected a piece of land or chose random. After confirming that there was no overlap, all sixteen people were teleported to the designated area.

Meanwhile, other satellites also staged similar scenes. After all, it was a pseudo-random deployment, and the actual difference in strength between different satellites was not that significant.

In the elimination zone, a red-haired youth gazed resolutely at the eight satellites and quickly tapped on the image of Mukange on the screen.

While others were still hesitating or choosing a target, he had already decided on his goal: the rogue cultivator who was only one person and had achieved perfect harmony with heaven and man. This idiot had been playing in the sand, and although his lower limit was not low, his upper limit might not be very high.

After the red-haired youth clicked the confirm option, he was enveloped by a beam of light and arrived in the area where Mu Kange was in the blink of an eye, while Mu Kange was still staring at the barrage of comments.

"Although you killed a disciple of the Yu family in a few moves, leading many to mistakenly believe you are very strong, I, Duanmu Fan, will not be intimidated. Let me see just how much you're really worth!" the red-haired youth said confidently.

Upon hearing this, Mu Kange shifted his gaze from the live chat, stared at Duanmu Fan for a moment, scratched his head, and asked, "Duanmu Fan? Ordinary people don't use the character 'Fan' in their names. You don't have any enemies you want to defeat at the Dragon Tiger Martial Arts Tournament, do you?"

For male-oriented novels, there are rules for naming the protagonist. Common surnames like Xiao, Ye, and Wang are often used, and a name can be formed by combining them with words like Feng, Chen, or Fan, or words with similar pronunciations.

A name like Mu Kange, which sounds terrible, clearly doesn't belong to a protagonist.

"Hmm? Although I don't know why you think that way, I do have someone I want to compete against at the Dragon Tiger Martial Arts Tournament." Duanmu Fan felt something was off, but couldn't quite put his finger on it, so he answered seriously.

"Thirty years in Hubei, thirty years in the Netherlands?"

Mukango is trying to match the code.

Duanmu Fan was taken aback and said, "What I said three years ago was 'Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river,' not some Hubei-Holland."

Mu Kange nodded and said, "I see. Then... don't underestimate the poor youth, don't underestimate the poor middle-aged, don't underestimate the poor old. Those who don't die will eventually rise again. The dead are the greatest, right?"

"Only 'Don't underestimate a young man's potential!' is mentioned. What the hell are the others?!" Duanmu Fan was completely bewildered, having no idea what Mu Kange was talking about.

Mu Kange stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and then asked, "So how were you eliminated?"