After Pei Yan regained consciousness, Elder Lin loosened the knife in his hand. Pei Yan leaned feebly against the energy wall in the corner of the arena, facing the encroaching mist, as if he truly reached the end of his rope.
Over a dozen iron needles protruded from his helmet, piercing the skin of his face. Now, only the pain could fend off the relentless drowsiness overwhelming his brain. If at the start he fought for the qualification to execute the mission, now after a fierce battle with the opponent, he genuinely wanted to win from the bottom of his heart!
"Who will win?" Xiaoyu bit her thumb, nervously asking outside the arena.
Hu Wenjun stared intently at the arena, shook his head, and turned to Engineer Li: "Hard to say. Engineer Li, does his helmet have a gas mask setting?"
