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Chapter 649 Stealing Is Good.

The survivors within the first barricade have to use more explosives to break the wall if they want to escape the rapidly shrinking wall of fire. They do that only for them to be rewarded for their efforts with more flames to the face in the form of a carefully formed and strategically tossed ball of fire.

Some of them tried to give Soverick trouble. They have some understanding of the laws of this world. They used earth, water, wind, and even fire to fight back. It all ended in their defeat. There may be a lot of them but they are not fast enough to be a threat to Soverick. He could already move faster than some mana entities as a vitality core stage refiner. He has maintained his advantage in speed through his progression in refinement. 

He is currently moving at the speed of a king of law despite the suppression while they are moving at the level of transcendents. That's a difference of two levels of refinement. He has the empowerment of momentum through the 9 golden orbs on his back to thank for that. His mind is also much more versatile than theirs and he has better control.

They can create spells of the same power as him because of the suppression but he can create 20 times more than anyone of them can in the same amount of time and control them so well that he is already creating more spells before the previous ones are extinguished. So they were too slow to react to his bombardment of spells and too slow to fight back. They are the proverbial sitting ducks.

He overwhelmed the trouble makers fire and he went on to ground the army down little by little. The first ring of fire shrunk and crushed the last bit of the army. Then he went about picking up the things they left behind. Their generosity was unwilling and involuntary. But he is not picky. He will accept it anyway. He found a lot of good things inside their space rings and he had as many weapons as he wanted.

"Killing people for their stuff is always better than looking for your own stuff." He said cheerfully as he raided the things his dead enemies left behind.

He can see what's inside loot boxes and where loot boxes are but it is not better than simply taking other people's stuff. He earned more than 20 feats from killing all of them. Their leader has two feats which is impressive. Only a few had 1 while the rest were featless. 

Getting a feat in the survival challenge is very difficult. Only 18 out of 10,000 managed to survive the challenge and receive the survival feat. That's a much better survival rate than his own arena.

Those with just 1 feat should be safe from him but he took everything they have when he killed them. The stuff they have more than makes up for the time he wasted because of their refusal to let him rob them blind without fighting back.

He doesn't need to worry about feats anyway. He will get half of the feat of every competitor in the challenge as long as he is the last man standing. Acquiring feats is the drive for the challenge but it ultimately ends with becoming the last man. If you can kill someone and take half of their feats, you will lose half of all your feats if someone kills you. Everyone will eventually die until half of everyone's feats reaches the only person that is not killed. That means the last man standing will get half of everyone's feats.

The only way to leave this Challenge with more feats than you came in with is to kill and acquire more than twice the amount of feats that you came in with before you die. That way, the loss of half your feats after your death will leave you with more feats than you had originally. Ultimately, it is the last man standing that will benefit the most. It is why he mustn't die and why he must have a weapon. Preferably a high-quality weapon that will grant him access to world power. Unfortunately for him, he didn't get one.

"Seems like the arena spirits know what they are doing." He muttered as he riffled through the loot of his now-dead foes.

He spent almost an hour going through the many space rings that he found but he didn't find a high-quality weapon. Jarkon's blade was good but it didn't have access to world power. It might be good enough for Jarkon but it is not for Soverick. He doesn't need a weapon that is not an upgrade of his fists.

His body and mind are already deadly to those with armor and weapons. Those same armor and weapons will not strengthen him. He can forcefully manipulate world power with his eyes but it will be more efficient if he has access to it. He was hoping this army will have one.

It is a matter of percentage. He was hoping that at least one in 10,000 people have what he wanted but it seems that the weapon he wants is rarer than that. Either that or the arena spirits made it so that none of them will have it. He won't be able to get it from them in case he manages to kill them. 

He shrugged. "I should have seen this coming. No matter. I'll get one soon enough."

None of the soldiers used a weapon with world power against him. If they had, then he would have singled that person out and taken the weapon. There was the possibility that the person that had it didn't know how to use it. The only way to be sure is to kill every one of them and check out their weapons. It's not like asking them will work. He already tried asking them for something and they didn't listen to him. That's what caused the fight in the first place.