Raising Points
North Star's ranking had dropped to 116th, and he was exhausted. These players were like stubborn tumors sticking to his bones.
Being entangled with these people was annoying. He was already tired from playing a dozen matches a day, and their interference only added to his weariness. The other members of the Mad Dragon Guild felt the same way.
Turban Qiaoqiao had made it into the top 200. Previously, her opponents by system matching were easy to deal with, but now these opponents were as agile as rabbits, making it difficult to catch them.
"So tired!" One Sword Horizon slumped onto his chair after finishing a match. He exclaimed angrily, "These f*ckers! I haven't even swung my sword, and they run as fast as dogs. I can't even keep up with them. I don't even know if I'm competing with them or playing a race!"
