The chief referee, with a scar on his face, put his hands behind his back and said calmly, "This is the topic for the second round of the competition."
The principal of Bingcheng was dumbfounded: "The competition question?"
“That’s right.” Old Ji’s voice drifted over.
Then we saw Elder Ji and Marshal Sun slowly walk over, followed by Assistant Zhang.
"Don't worry, everyone. Your contestants will be fine," Assistant Zhang explained. "What you are seeing is actually just an illusion. Of course, it's an extremely realistic illusion. All the senses, environment, sounds, and abilities will be reproduced one-to-one with reality."
"An illusion?"
"Yes."
Director Pang's expression changed slightly, as if he understood something: "I see..."
"They deliberately didn't notify the school or the contestants, and chose to launch a surprise attack at night... It seems that this round is designed to weed out some contestants who are not vigilant and have poor reaction time."
For a soldier, regardless of the environment, it is essential to maintain absolute vigilance and the ability to react in the face of crisis.
When danger strikes, even a 0.1-second faster reaction could save your life!
Just 0.5 seconds faster and you might have saved your arm!
The principals, leaders, and representatives from other schools also suddenly realized what was going on.
So that's how it is!
However, Mr. Ji smiled faintly and said, "You're wrong."
"This round of matches will test more than just vigilance and reaction time."
Director Pang was slightly taken aback.
Liu He scratched his head and said with a wry smile, "Ah... Elder Ji, what exactly is this round of testing? Please stop keeping us in suspense and tell us quickly."
Old Ji slightly raised his head, gazing at the images displayed by the Heavenly Eye, and softly uttered two words in a slow and unhurried manner: "Death."
......
"ah!!!!"
Meng Feifei suddenly opened her eyes, sat up in bed, and breathed heavily.
What exactly happened just now?
Meng Feifei took a few breaths and quickly calmed herself down, carefully examining the room.
It's still his old dormitory room...
The wall clock swung its pendulum, ticking away.
The time remained at 3:00 AM.
"Was it a dream?" Meng Feifei felt cold sweat seeping down her back, soaking her clothes.
No......
Obviously, that's impossible.
Dreams can't be that real.
He patted his chest, lower abdomen, and back.
Unharmed, without a single wound.
But that feeling of death just now—suffocation, despair, collapse, helplessness... it was so real, it couldn't possibly be fake!
"What the hell is going on..." Meng Feifei scratched her hair vigorously.
Just then, the ground suddenly began to shake violently.
The chandelier on the ceiling began to sway violently.
The cups and vases on the table and cabinet all fell to the ground and broke due to the vibration.
Meng Feifei exclaimed in surprise: "An earthquake?!"
This is shaking way too much...
This looks like... at least a magnitude 10 earthquake, right?
This time, Meng Feifei did not hesitate at all.
He leaped out of the window.
Falling from the tenth floor, each time you drop to the ground, lightly step on the balcony of the ground floor to reduce the force of gravity.
As a level 5.9 superhuman, jumping from the tenth floor is relatively easy.
Meng Feifei landed steadily, and the ground stopped shaking.
However, a dozen or so small dimensional rifts suddenly appeared before his eyes!
One after another, bizarre and terrifying monsters crawled out, numbering more than thirty, with ferocious and horrifying faces, emitting violent roars.
And they are all at the level of demons!
Meng Feifei was dumbfounded.
Holy crap... what the hell are you doing, playing a joke on me?!
The monsters all set their sights on Meng Feifei, roaring as they crawled and surrounded him.
"Damn it..."
Meng Feifei bit her tongue, and blood seeped out.
He immediately downloaded his sniper rifle from the system space.
"Although I don't know what happened..."
"But come on!"
......
"die......"
Cha Yizhou stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly lost in thought, a look of keen interest on his face.
interesting......
Tang Zhuang, the representative of the Mohist Academy, looked puzzled and couldn't help but ask, "Elder Ji, you said that the question for this round is death. What does that mean?"
Old Ji slowly explained: "The contestants who are able to come to the National Freshman Competition are basically outstanding talents from all over the country. And now it is already the second round. Being able to pass the first round smoothly already shows that they have a certain level of vigilance, alertness, reaction speed, reconnaissance ability, concealment skills, as well as good combat ability and self-protection ability."
"But what these newcomers lack most is that they have never experienced real death."
Upon hearing this, many people suddenly realized what was happening.
Before the competition, many people were speculating about what the topic of this year's competition would be.
I never expected it to be like this...
"For a warrior to transform, he must experience despair and face death," Old Ji said calmly. "Otherwise, no matter how talented he is or how much potential he has to awaken in his extraordinary sequence, he will always be a rookie."
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