It had been almost six hours.
Atlas had been fighting non-stop for six hours. He was exhausted. He had managed to kill maybe half of the monsters. Now he was already at the top of the exam, in the first row. He wanted to rest. Even though the bleeding in his right arm had stopped, the pain increased exponentially with each passing hour.
His legs could barely touch the ground.
He still had two skills that he hadn't used yet. He was only hiding these abilities to gain five minutes before he died.
None of the spectators watching from the outside moved a centimetre from their seats. They were just cheering and admiring Atlas' willpower, which was still unbreakable.
It was incredible. A 15-year-old boy had already killed more than thirty thousand monsters by fighting non-stop.
Half of these monsters had been killed by the Heaven's Tempest ability he had unleashed, and the other half Atlas had somehow managed to kill.
Still, it wasn't enough.
