"Sixth round. Begin." The Chuhe King's voice was still calm, but the pressure everyone felt seemed to grow heavier.
Inside the dozen or so laser cages, the handful of remaining contestants, including Li Wen, felt their nerves instantly tighten to the breaking point.
They knew they were about to face an even more terrifying storm of projectiles, one that would determine their final evaluation and ranking.
The projectiles in the sixth round were faster, leaving behind little more than afterimages.
Just seconds after they were fired, someone was hit and eliminated.
Yet, in Li Wen's "eyes," the paths of these swift projectiles remained perfectly clear.
The sixth round ended quickly.
Only three people remained: Li Wen, Du Yun, and Fang Chenghong.
"Seventh round. Begin!" The Chuhe King's voice was as serene as ever, but the hint of undeniable admiration within it was like a stone tossed into a calm lake, sending ripples through the hearts of all the Marquis Level experts.
