Chapter 1185 - Slapping Faces
Time slipped by, and before anyone realized, an hour had passed. One after another, participants descended from the Bridge of Heaven back into the valley. Some faces gleamed with joy, others with despair.
From the looks of it, anyone who crossed more than two-thirds of the bridge would advance, while anyone who failed to reach even one-third faced certain elimination.
"What did you say? Liu Wuxie made a bet with Mu Heng, and he'll have to kneel if he loses?" The late returners gasped as news of the wager spread. They quickly gathered, curiosity burning in their eyes.
"Liu Wuxie is finished. Mu Heng lasted five minutes on the bridge, but Liu Wuxie returned to the valley in just one. He clearly failed, and worse, he started later than Mu Heng. How could he possibly have crossed it so fast?" They shook their heads, convinced of Liu Wuxie's downfall.
At that moment, Elder Ding's voice thundered. "The trial has ended! If a beam of light marks you, leave the valley!"
Beams of light rained down and wrapped around the eliminated disciples. They sighed in frustration and left dejected. Those beams that didn't touch would remain for the final trial.
He Yingwu forced himself halfway across, ranking around the 5,000th position. It was enough to secure his advancement, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
In a blink, only six thousand remained.
"What? Look at Liu Wuxie! The light beam didn't mark him!" someone shouted.
The crowd froze. If the light had spared him, then Liu Wuxie had passed. But that made no sense. His time and speed didn't add up.
"Impossible! It has to be a mistake!" The wager's participants stared at the three elders, panic creeping into their eyes.
Mu Heng's face twisted, grim and cold. The Heavenly Dragon Sect's assessments were absolute; if Liu Wuxie remained, it meant he had passed. But how? Even he couldn't fathom it.