Apotheosis

After Zen had absorbed that weight rune, he felt the giant stone suddenly double in weight to two hundred divine megatons.

The increase of the stone's weight obviously would have an effect on the flexibility. But the boulder of the Origin Mountain and that of Elvinia were also of the same weight; they could hit at the same starting point.

From the corner of his eye, Zen could see Elvinia on the other side, cornering the stone of the Origin Mountain by using aggressive attacks.

No matter how hard Jermain tried, he couldn't break Elvinia's suppression.

Dorothy and the others from the Origin Mountain also watched anxiously. At this point, only four sword sects remained. If they were kicked out of the game now, it would be a very disappointing loss indeed.

Dorothy looked towards the metal mountain. She could see that Zen was far away from them, preoccupied. He didn't seem to have the slightest intention of helping them. Dorothy squinted, trying to see what Zen was doing. She gasped. He was actually rushing towards the second layer of the metal mountain!

"That guy... he only cares about himself!" Dorothy pouted.

Hearing her words, Jermain followed her gaze. His eyes gleamed and he chuckled. "He's not being selfish. He wants to save us!"

"What do you mean?" Dorothy was still confused.

Jermain gestured at Elvinia, who was rushing towards him, and pointed to the metal mountain.

Elvinia had always been arrogantly competitive. Once she was in the game, she would stop at nothing to reach first place. The Origin Mountain used to be the only thing standing in her way.

But now Zen was heading for the second layer, too. If this guy got the second weight rune, he would be able to reach the top of the metal mountain. There was no way Elvinia would allow that!

As soon as Elvinia realized what was happening, she frowned deeply. With a flick of her wrist, she instantly turned the giant stone around and rushed towards the metal mountain. She was determined to stop Zen from getting the second weight rune.

Dorothy blinked confusedly. "Is Zen really trying to save us?" Her eyes narrowed. "Or does he want to seize the chance to win the first place?"

Jermain sighed exasperatedly. "My lady, does it matter? The most important thing is that we are still in the game!"

Dorothy stood on t

.

As Elvinia and Zen chased after each other, the Origin Mountain grabbed this opportunity to stealthily make their way to the metal mountain.

Although Zen had just helped them, Jermain still had his eyes on the prize-- even if it meant leaving Zen to deal with Elvinia.

"Jermain, is it wrong to do this?" Dorothy asked hesitatingly.

"There's nothing wrong with it. It's just a game, after all. The enemy of an enemy is a friend, but right now, they are both our enemies," said Jermain with a smile.

"But..."

Dorothy was about to refute when a gust of wind suddenly pushed her.

Bang!

The giant stone of Origin Mountain was smashed off its trail, flinging three people off it.

Jermain whipped his head around to see what happened, and his expression fell. "Whitlock?"

Whitlock, from the Ivory Mountain, grinned at him from above. Their boulder had violently crashed into that of the Origin Mountain. He had been hoping to garner third or second place, But now that there was a glimmer of hope for him to get first place, he immediately grabbed this opportunity.

Therefore, Ivory Mountain, which had been lurking in the shadows for most of the game, finally took action.

"If you have a chance to win the first place and still don't fight for it, doesn't that make you a fool?" Whitlock laughed heartily.

Because the Ivory Mountain was not as strong as the Origin Mountain, they kept a low profile all the time. Thanks to this strategy, there were eighteen disciples on their boulder, while only nine on Origin Mountain's.