Yang Qi strolled through the forest, holding back from unleashing any major slaughter. Occasionally people would attack him from the shadows, and he would kill them. But other than that, he wasn’t doing much. Instead, he was employing the tactic of not showing the mountain and not revealing the water.

After all, he knew that the gods above were keeping a close eye on the competition.

All of a sudden, wild laughter met his ear. “You scum! How dare you try to fight me! I'm going to slaughter every last one of you. Being in the Bloodgore Trials with trash like you is no challenge at all. Can’t some real experts show their faces?”

Whack. Whack. Whack!

Off in the distance, Yang Qi saw a group of a dozen or so people surrounding a young man. In fact, ‘young man’ almost didn’t seem like the right description. He was so small that he looked more like a little boy.

Despite having the stature of a child, he wore adult clothing that dragged on the ground behind him when he walked. It was splattered...