Chris fought desperately and finally made it down Mount Everest.
By the time they descended, out of the original six hundred participants, only three hundred remained. In other words, during this round of testing, seven hundred out of a thousand had perished on Everest.
It was important to understand that these one thousand individuals were selected from millions of elite soldiers. Each one of them was the best of the best, incredibly skilled and powerful.
This was just the first round of testing, and so many had already died. No wonder this place was called Monster Camp.
The survivors did not dare relax, knowing that two more rounds of testing awaited them. No one knew what challenges the next rounds would bring or how many would survive.
After a night of rest, the second round of the test began.
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The second test was simple:
The remaining three hundred participants were dropped by helicopter into a vast, desolate glacier. They had to survive there for three days and nights. Whoever endured the full three days would pass the test.
When they were dropped off, none of them were given food or water. Surviving in an uninhabited glacier for three days was an almost insurmountable task.
However, Monster Camp had one rule-each day, helicopters would drop limited supplies of food and water. This meant that to obtain these resources, the participants had to fight each other for survival.
Chris and the others were not only battling the harsh natural environment but also competing with one another for survival.
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The helicopter engines roared overhead.
One after another, the helicopters transported the participants to the glacier. Chris, along with the others, parachuted down.
After landing, Chris immediately sought shelter in a hidden ice cave. His goal was simple: conserve his energy. He needed to be strong enough to fight for supplies when they were dropped.
Others had the same idea, scattering to find places to hide. It was clear that when the first supply drop came, chaos would erupt.
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Night fell quietly.
An entire day had passed without food, and everyone was starving.
Suddenly, the rumble of a helicopter echoed through the sky.
A wooden crate floated down from the aircraft.
Everyone knew what was inside-precious food and water.
“Grab it!”
“Move!”
“Take it!”
The moment the crate touched the ground, the participants rushed toward it like madmen.
Chris didn’t move. Squinting his eyes, he stood at a distance and watched. He knew the real drama was about to unfold.
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“Haha! It’s mine!”
One man reached the crate first, opened it, and found it filled with food and water. He laughed uncontrollably.
“It’s yours? Think again!”
Boom!
Someone attacked him immediately.
But the man who had grabbed the supplies wasn’t weak-he retaliated with a punch.
“If you want my food, you’ll die first!”
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A fierce brawl erupted.
By the time the dust settled, nearly ten people had died in the chaos, and the supplies were taken by someone else.
Throughout the fight, Chris stayed out of it. He knew this was just the beginning.
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Another helicopter appeared, and another crate was dropped.
As before, a bloody battle broke out over the supplies.
Each time a crate was dropped, chaos ensued. The glacier was filled with the sounds of combat, screams, and death.
Chris eventually joined the fight once, managing to secure a crate for himself. Afterward, he stayed out of the battles. For him, one crate was enough to survive the three days.
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By the end of the three-day trial, only one hundred participants remained. Two hundred had perished on the glacier.
None of them had died from the cold; every single one had been killed by their comrades during the fights for supplies.
Monster Camp truly lived up to its name.
In just a short time, the one thousand participants had been reduced to one hundred.
It was no wonder that simply hearing the name Monster Camp struck fear into so many. The mortality rate was horrifyingly high.
Chris was one of the lucky ones who survived.
After two rounds of testing, Chris had undergone a dramatic transformation. His strength had reached new heights, and surviving under such extreme conditions had unlocked his potential.
But Chris knew the most critical test was yet to come-the third and final round.
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In this final round, only ten of the remaining one hundred participants would be allowed to survive. This meant ninety would be eliminated.
Chris didn’t know what the third test would entail, but he was certain it would be unimaginably brutal.
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The third test began.
It was straightforward: a free-for-all battle among the one hundred participants.
The rules were simple-fight until only ten people remained standing.
Although the test sounded simple, it was incredibly savage. Ninety people would have to die at the hands of their comrades. Their bodies would never leave Monster Camp.
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The one hundred participants stood together in a tense silence.
Each of them radiated a powerful killing intent. Their eyes, filled with hostility, scanned one another. Everyone knew what was coming-a bloody, merciless battle.
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
Without hesitation, the fight began.
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The battlefield erupted in chaos.
No one held back-every strike was a killing blow. Each participant unleashed their full strength, knowing that hesitation meant death.
These were no ordinary individuals; every one of them was a warrior who had reached the Transcendence level of power.
The battle was ferocious, and the intensity escalated quickly.
Chris stood still at first, unmoving like a mountain.
Anyone who dared approach him was met with a single devastating punch, instantly killing them.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The fight raged on. Every second, someone fell.
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As the fight progressed, Chris’s immense strength began to draw attention.
He was too powerful. No matter who approached him, they were all defeated with a single blow.
The remaining participants grew wary of him.
“Kill him!”
“If we don’t kill him, none of us will survive!”
“Attack!”
Fifty participants banded together to take him down.
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Chris smirked coldly.
“Fine,” he said. “Come at me. Let’s see how far I’ve come after all this.”
With that, he became a blur, charging toward the fifty attackers.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Chris’s fists moved like unstoppable forces, each strike either killing or severely injuring his opponents.
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Half an hour later, only twenty of the fifty attackers were still standing.
The other thirty lay lifeless on the ground, their bodies scattered across the battlefield.