At this time, the live count display updates the ranking again:

No. 1: 220,000 points

2nd place: 188,000 points

3rd place: 96,000 points

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No. 101: points.

Pan Han has been killing for so long, but he didn’t even make it into the top 100!

"What kind of freak is this guy number one on the list? Why does he have such a high score?" Pan Han looked at the prompt on his bracelet, completely puzzled!

The audience was also shocked by the top guy on the list!

"What the hell, could it be that he encountered a zombie with a hundred times the points?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! The trial has only been going on for less than an hour. How did he do that?"

"This is fucking cheating!"

"This is the end of the national team! How can it be so brutal!"

Pan Han also received the prompt, took a look, and almost slipped.

"This is outrageous! 220,000 points. At this rate, I won't get a single point in this round!" Suddenly, a sense of urgency came over him, and Pan Han immediately stood up and ran to the next red dot.

The discomfort and guilt I felt just now are now gone!

I'm here to get the evolution potion. I'll kill anyone who stands in my way!

Since the zombies in the library had been cleared, he decided to sweep all the remaining red dots first and organize his equipment before going out.

Soon, he had all ten boxes piled up in the hall.

"It's time for the much-loved blind box opening session!" Pan Han brushed the dust off his hands, sat down and started opening them.

"saber?"

"Toilet brush?"

"Earpick?"

He opened nine in a row, and all of them were useless. Pan Han frowned. Has his good luck run out?

"The last one! If it doesn't work, we'll retreat." Pan Han pursed his lips and looked at a huge box.

Creak, the blind box opens.

“What the hell!!!!!!!!”