In a frigid apocalypse, I went on a shopping spree with the reborn.

The dead were human.

It's that person who was telling Jiang Qingyue and the others that he was scared just a few minutes ago.

He was quite cautious; once inside, he wanted to find a place to hide, but weakness is the original sin.

Jiang Qingyue and the others could see it clearly from the sidelines: a slug-like creature went in and attacked at will. The people in front of it dodged, but it... did not.

He died in less than a second.

This man from the Eighth Experimental Zone was the first person to die in the entire All-Heavens Arena Tournament.

"Grass!"

The area in Section 8 was filled with shouts and curses.

Even Nangong Zhao, who had been casually finding a place to sit down, was so surprised that he stood up.

Also from the Eighth Experimental Zone, they knew all too well how much combat power the people on the top 100 list possessed.

Although the man who died was ranked 100th at the bottom of the class, his combat power was over 100,000. With a combat power of 100,000, he didn't even have a chance to react, let alone fight back. He was gone in an instant.

The trouble is big.

Everyone looked very serious.

Zhao Mingyue took a few steps forward: "Captain Jiang, they are very strong. I can't sense the intensity of the battle inside the arena through the barrier, but I just observed that among the hundred experimental zones, our overall energy is the weakest."

Jiang Qingyue turned her head in surprise: "Are you sure?"

"Confirmed. I obtained a special item. Although it wasn't very useful, it was extremely sensitive to energy, allowing me to see more accurately than ordinary people."

Wang Defa was speechless: "So, out of a hundred experimental zones, we're the weakest? That's it, we're doomed."

Jiang Qingyue remained silent.

She was calculating quickly, she had to find a way, otherwise, if things continued as they were, the weakest people on their side would be the ones who went up in every battle and would die.

From this perspective, there's no need for a second round of ranking matches; everyone in the eighth zone was already wiped out in the first round.

Even if a few manage to survive by sheer luck, they won't be able to hold out in the second round of qualifying matches.

She sensed that the various regions were not actually close together, and she could only roughly perceive the strength of some people.

Especially when no one is unleashing their power, the energy within the body, though abundant, remains in a very calm state, making it even more difficult to perceive.

She asked Zhao Mingyue in a low voice, "If we were to rate the abilities of everyone present, with the strongest being a hundred points, how would you rate me?"

Everyone else also looked at Zhao Mingyue.

Long Jiuxing clenched his fists even more nervously.

Jiang Qingyue is recognized as the strongest person in the Eighth District; her strength represents the upper limit of the Eighth District.

If Jiang Qingyue is eliminated in the first round, then the others who survived will face the top experts who killed Jiang Qingyue in the second round.

There was absolutely no chance of winning.

They will still be eliminated eventually; they won't even need to return to District 8 to be eliminated.

Zhao Mingyue pursed her lips and, without hesitation, poured cold water on everyone's hopes: "Sixty points."

"No way?" Wang Defa exclaimed in surprise, "She's Jiang Shen, with 200,000 combat power. She can beat people of the same level like it's nothing, and she only gets 60?"

To be honest, they can't accept this result.

If Jiang Qingyue is sixty, then they would be even lower.

Under the questioning gazes of the crowd, Zhao Mingyue explained with difficulty, "According to the energy concentration, it is indeed sixty. But the actual combat concentration is even lower than what I saw."

"What do you mean?" Some people didn't believe it, or rather, they didn't dare to believe it.

Jiang Qingyue asked Zhao Mingyue to score the 10,000 people present. As the strongest person in the Eighth District, Jiang Qingyue only scored 60 points, which is equivalent to medium combat strength.

How can anyone accept this?

"Is there even a question?" Liu Yuyao stopped watching the battle on the stage. Their people were already dead, so the outcome of this battle was no longer important.

She looked at the bow in Jiang Qingyue's hand: "Captain Jiang is invincible at long range, but the arena is only so big. Even if the internal space is a bit larger than what we see, it is still limited. Her long-range attack advantage cannot be brought into play at all."

She paused, then pointed with her chin to a race to her left, noticing a sign that read "Experimental Zone 5".

These guys look like a pack of mechanical dogs, their bodies gleaming with a metallic sheen, just a bunch of lumps of iron.

"In close combat, with our physical bodies, one hit from that iron lump would turn us into mincemeat."

Zhao Mingyue nodded; that was her opinion too.

Jiang Qingyue's ranged attack advantage couldn't be utilized, and her physical strength was only average. With the same combat power, the chances of winning were slim, especially since a combat power of 200,000 wasn't considered high among those of similar ranking.

"It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over." Wang Defa held his fat face in his hands, plopped down in the chair behind him, and looked utterly hopeless.

The others were also ashen-faced, and a deathly silence permeated the entire eighth experimental area.

By the end of the first battle, there were ten people standing on the field.

Jiang Qingyue compared their appearances with those outside the venue and determined that they belonged to the first experimental zone.

The people in Experimental Zone 1 were easy to spot; they were all as beautiful as mannequins and had blond hair.

There's also the 5th Experimental Zone, which looks like a mecha, a lump of iron.

The remaining areas are the 13th experimental zone, which resembles a slug.

The 15th Experimental Zone, like a mermaid.

Experimental Zone 21, where soil keeps falling to the ground as people walk.

Experimental Zone 40 resembles a crab.

Experimental zones 6, 71, and 85 are similar to human figures.

Finally, there was another surprise: a cloud, representing Experimental Zone 93.

Why is this guy so surprising?

Because it looks harmless, like a cotton candy, you feel like you could blow it away with a breath.

Unexpectedly, appearances can be deceiving; this little cotton candy was actually one of the final ten.

Moreover, the other nine looked somewhat disheveled, some with serious injuries, while this cloud remained pure white from beginning to end, as if it had just taken a trip inside.

The annoying voice of the Eternal Winter God rang out again: "Let us congratulate the ten players who survived; you will receive the lifespan of the losers."

As soon as he finished speaking, a giant hand violently reached down from the sky and grabbed hard, causing specks of golden light to emerge from the bodies of the ninety dead people.

This is lifespan!

Something that originally existed only in life, invisible and intangible, has now appeared before everyone's eyes.

Some people have more, some have less.

The God of Eternal Winter kneaded the lifespans of these ninety dead people into a ball, then divided it into ten balls of different sizes and threw them to the ten victors.

"It's distributed according to the damage caused!" Wang Defa suddenly shrieked, "That cloud killed the most, so it gets the longest lifespan!"

Chen Sanyang was surprised: "Weren't you lying there half-dead just now? How could you see it so clearly?"

"Tch." Wang Defa was too lazy to even acknowledge him. He was just a noob in front of the expert, not a real noob.

Wang Defa, one of the top ten strongest people out of billions, never expected that someone would actually look down on him. What an idiot!

Thinking of this, he silently went around to the other side, keeping his distance from Chen Sanyang. Jiang Shen had said that stupidity is contagious.

"For the second round, please welcome the 100 players ranked 99th in each district to the arena."

Jiang Qingyue and the others looked in their direction and saw that the person who had been sucked in was a middle-aged man.

This guy was quite clever; I don't know where he got a large bell. After going inside, he put the bell on his head, and the bell grew so big that it completely enveloped him.

They've decided to survive until the very end.

"Hopefully this guy's luck will run out and he'll make it to the end."

I doubt it.

Everyone in the Eighth District was worried about him, and they were all analyzing the situation in hushed tones.

"The fact that he shielded himself shows that he was weak, so everyone attacked him without any scruples."

"Besides, this bell is a target; we don't even need to break it open, the shock alone will kill him."

As they were still discussing, a cloud with a soft and cute appearance appeared in the arena. It opened its little mouth and spewed out a continuous stream of flames.

Jiang Qingyue closed her eyes with regret.

At first, the clock moved twice, but then it stopped moving altogether.

"Damn cotton candy!"

The eighth district was filled with curses.

After two rounds, everyone discovered that these clouds in District 93, though seemingly harmless, are actually the most ruthless and powerful.

They are extremely cunning, specifically targeting those who are weak and enter the country primarily to protect themselves.

Therefore, when it comes to the settlement, those who killed the most received the most lifespan rewards.

"This can't go on," Liu Yuyao stepped forward. "Our people are too weak. Among races of the same ranking, they are almost all the weakest. We must find a way to help them, otherwise every one of them who enters will die."

That's what they say, and everyone is trying to come up with a solution, but no one can actually come up with one.

Since this was their first encounter, no one knew what kind of fighting style or methods each race used.

I can't even offer some guidance.

As for special items, I don't know about other districts, but special items in the eighth district are extremely rare.

Take Jiang Qingyue, who has the best luck, for example; she herself doesn't have many special items.

Aside from the Lucky Stars and physique potions she'd used up, the only thing she could lend out was the bow she had. But she wasn't used to it, and it was a ranged weapon, so even if she were willing to lend it out, the other person wouldn't be able to use it much, and it might even be taken away.

In addition, there are life-saving items, such as Plant Doctor extract.

Jiang Qingyue was willing to give it, after all, this was a critical moment for the survival of the entire Eighth District. However, based on the experience of the last battle, weak people would be instantly killed if they went in, without even having the chance to take the plant doctor's essence.

This battle passed even faster than the last one.

Coincidentally, the ten winners in this round are the same as the ten winners in the previous round.

In other words, the overall strength of these ten districts is very strong, so people with the same ranking are almost guaranteed to win.

Jiang Qingyue looked at the cloud that was sticking out its little mouth cutely towards her area, then turned to Zhao Mingyue: "Of these one hundred experimental areas, is Area 93 the strongest overall?"

She had always thought that the strongest zone was the 6th Experimental Zone, since it ranked first on the overall leaderboard.

It seems that the official forces in the 6th Experimental Zone are very strong, but only the official forces are strong; the rest don't seem to be that powerful.

Just like the official Chinese government is very strong and ranks in the top 100 overall, but these grassroots forces dragged down the overall rankings and were ranked last in the top 100.

"Yes." Zhao Mingyue nodded: "Not only is their energy stronger, but I've also discovered that they don't seem to have any weaknesses."

She didn't need to tell her; Jiang Qingyue and the others naturally noticed it as well.

This cloud has a very special structure; it's as if it has no physical form. When attacked, it's as if you've struck a wisp of air, causing almost no real damage.

But if you get hit by this thing, you'll be half dead.

This thing can spray water and fire, and it moves at unimaginable speeds, floating around like it's teleporting.

Even disregarding combat strength, these characteristics alone would make anyone struggle against them.

What's even more worrying is that the guy just blew bubbles and acted cute in front of them, making Jiang Qingyue even more convinced that it was a provocation.

Jiang Qingyue: "Who is the ninety-eighth?"

"Me." A hoarse voice said.

Jiang Qingyue turned around and looked at an old man behind her, not knowing what to say for a moment.

The others were also speechless.

The old man, ranked ninety-eighth, explained, "He was originally my son, but he was seriously injured and couldn't survive. After his death, I merged with his quantum computer, so my ranking went up."

"I never expected to have to fight here. I'm so old, my arms and legs are so weak, it's hard for me to even walk."

Jiang Qingyue sighed; she could tell.

This old man is really old, probably around ninety. It's only because he integrated the quantum computer and inherited everything from his son that his physique has improved; otherwise, he probably wouldn't be able to speak properly.

"...When you go up there, be careful of that cloud. I feel like it has seen through our weakness and is already eyeing us." That's what she said, but Jiang Qingyue knew that her words were useless.

Who doesn't know to be careful?

But given their strength, they couldn't avoid being attacked once they saw it.

But what can we do? We can't just not go.

The second battle is over, and the Supreme God is once again taking away the lifespan of the dead.

The third battle is coming soon.

Jiang Qingyue looked towards District 93, where one cloud after another sat.

As she looked over, the largest cloud at the front tilted its head at her, then looked at the old man, as if to say: You're right, we've indeed got our eyes on you, but so what?

"What should we do?" The old man trembled like a leaf in fear.

Others wanted to offer comfort, but felt it was all in vain.

In both battles, the people from the Eighth District were instantly killed, and the same will happen to those who come after.

In the end, everyone will die before the second round of qualifying matches even begin.

When they die, the Eighth District will be ranked at the bottom and will be eliminated.

Their relatives are still at home, waiting for them to return.

Jiang Qingyue saw countless gazes fixed on her, filled with fear, despair, and anticipation...

She dared not look closely.

Many people are waiting for her to make a decision, waiting for her to lead everyone to a turnaround.

Waiting for her to bring hope.

But she knew she didn't have that ability.

"Who among you possesses prophetic abilities?"

"Me," a little girl answered crisply.

Judging from her age, Jiang Qingyue knew that this was Yan Kexin, the youngest person at the top of the list.

The fourteen-year-old girl still had chubby cheeks and a childish voice.

"I'm not trying to boost their morale, but we have no chance of winning. I can see through a person's fate; we're all doomed, and death is not far off."

"..."

The winners on stage have already received their prizes, and after they step down, the person ranked ninety-eighth must go up.

Jiang Qingyue closed her eyes, gripping the Snow Concealment Bow tightly, her nails piercing her palms, blood dripping down the bow to the ground.

Two seconds later, she opened her eyes, her voice as steady as a machine.

Turning to the old man, he said, "I'll personally see you off. Before you go on stage, give your personal terminal to the next person. We're not as strong as them, so we'll trade our lives for one spot. Two lives for one living person."

Everyone stared at her in shock, unable to believe that this was the solution she had come up with.

The old man's cloudy eyes widened in surprise before he realized what she meant.

He nodded repeatedly, tears streaming down his face: "This is good, this is good. It doesn't matter if I die, I've lived long enough. You all must win! Don't come in last, my little grandson is waiting for me at home."

"Definitely," Jiang Qingyue said. "Do you have any last words?"

"No, I've said everything I needed to before coming. I'm just sorry for making you do this bad thing; I hope they can understand you."

Jiang Qingyue: "...Let's focus on surviving first."