The speed increased, almost becoming a blur. A piercing "WHOOM" tore through the air.
This wasn't just a contest of strength, but a supreme test of one's control over their god-fiend aura! The slightest mistake, the slightest disturbance in one's aura, and the rope could spiral out of control.
"Now *this* is a true clash of masters."
From the neighboring Sky-splitting Peak, Wang Shuo found himself gulping as he watched.
Time ticked by, second by second. It was a battle of foundation and endurance.
CRACK... SNAP!
A faint, crisp sound broke the stalemate.
One of the weaker ropes, pulled taut to its limit by another massive tug, suddenly snapped.
The Flying Star Level disciple it belonged to swayed slightly, retracting his hand in embarrassment.
"The first one's out!" the new disciples chattered among themselves.
A chain reaction immediately followed.
With one link broken, the pressure on the remaining ropes suddenly intensified.
