"Why do we have to go through trials after completing the contract? Why don't you go by yourselves?" A middle-aged man was the most emotional and shouted at Lao Gu.

"Well said. This concerns the life and death of all of us. Of course, we can't let you take the risk alone. In addition to these two magic armor masters, 42 management personnel including me will be divided into three groups. We will take turns to take the trial with you. The remaining two groups will be responsible for maintaining order and monitoring the dynamics of the passage." Lao Gu glanced at the middle-aged man and continued, "For the sake of everyone's life and safety, we must get as many magic cores as possible."

"You guys can go by yourselves. I only need one more magic core to complete the contract. After that, I refuse to take the trial again." The middle-aged man shouted.

Bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, a magic costume master appeared in front of him like a phantom, and before he could react, his head was blown up by a punch.

The body with the head attached was unable to react. After the head exploded, the headless body stood for a while before slowly falling backwards.

"In extraordinary times, this will be the fate of anyone who wants to hinder others and delay their lives." Lao Gu glanced coldly at the entire audience. Many people lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.

"I will not let you work in vain. As for the magic cores outside the contract, I will give you rewards at twice the market price when you go out after the crisis is resolved." Seeing that no one was willing to make trouble, Lao Gu said slowly.

Seeing that many people seemed to be somewhat tempted, Li Xiu thought to himself: "This Lao Gu is just the manager of a base, but his methods are already so powerful. I wonder what they want to do?"

When managers join the trial team, it may seem like the number of people has increased, but in fact the difficulty has also increased.

Most of these managers have had the experience of entering the Trial Gate to strengthen themselves, and their abilities are definitely stronger than those of ordinary people.

If it is a competitive trial between trial-takers, the probability of death for ordinary people will become higher.

Many trial participants understood this truth, but with the magic armor master standing by to intimidate them, no one dared to stand up and say anything.

Under Lao Gu's command, the trial gate of the Haitian Trial Field was opened again.

Under the threat of gunpoint, Li Xiu and others had no choice but to rush into the trial gate again. At the same time, fourteen managers also entered the trial gate together.

"Ah! Another C-level trial!" Someone immediately complained when they saw the C mark on the screen in the trial field.

The probability of a C-level trial appearing is relatively low, and most of them are E-level and D-level trials, and the mortality rate in such trials is also much lower.

Li Xiu discovered that this trial field was very different from the last time.

Although it was also a stadium-like building, this time they did not appear in the stands; everyone was inside the stadium.

There is an oval track in the trial field, and nearly a hundred people are assigned to different starting points of the track, which is very similar to a track and field competition.

Outside the starting line, there seemed to be an invisible barrier blocking everyone's way.

"Speed ​​trial?" Li Xiu was a little depressed.

No matter how strong his talent is, he has no way to increase his speed, which is a reflection of physical fitness. Although skills also play a part, the key is still physical fitness.

Such a trial is not very friendly to Li Xiu.

"Welcome to the Haitian Trial Field. The trial difficulty is C level. The trial rules are as follows..." The cold and ruthless voice sounded again.

After seeing the rules clearly, some people were excited, while others broke down and cried.

As expected, this was a track and field type trial, with one lap of the track being 800 meters, which was longer than a normal track.

The rules of the trial are that those who complete a lap in no more than one and a half minutes will earn one point. Those who take more than two minutes, if they rank within the bottom thirty, will be considered to have failed the trial. Those who are not among the bottom thirty will also be considered to have completed the trial and will also earn one point and receive a magic core reward.

The six-hundred-second countdown begins, and when the countdown ends, the trial begins.

Li Xiu glanced at his bracelet and saw the number 57 on it.

This means that he ranks 57th among these people. After careful counting, there are 92 people in total.

In other words, there are 35 people whose physical fitness is not as good as Li Xiu, and they should not be among the last 30 in this trial.

As for completing the trial within one and a half minutes, it is simply impossible for ordinary people to do it.

Previous world record holders for the 800-meter run could not run under one and a half minutes, and the difference was not just a little bit. Only those who have undergone multiple enhanced trials could achieve such a result.

It is estimated that more than half of those who take part in the trial will not be able to run within the passing line of one and a half minutes, and they can only try their best not to be among the last thirty.

Li Xiu also realized the importance of physical fitness for the trial, but no one could have expected that there would be two C-level trials in a row.

Before coming to the Abyss Base, Li Xiu had already learned about this place. Most of the trials in the Haitian Trial Field are E-level and D-level trials. The difficulty is not too high, and there are basically no trials that are certain to die. As long as the physical fitness can reach the level of professional athletes, the chances of passing the test are very high.

Li Xiu did not expect two consecutive C-level tests, but he was not completely unprepared.

"Who of you two killed Wu Luo?" An administrator trialist walked up to Li Xiu and A Fei, staring at them and asked.

"What do you want to do?" Li Zheng was about to say something, but Ah Fei stared at the administrator trial-taker and asked.

"I brought Wu Luo here. He is my friend. I have to give an explanation to his parents. Whoever killed him must pay the price." The administrator trial-taker said with a gloomy face.

Everyone else stepped aside, leaving only the administrator trialist, Li Xiu and A Fei in this area.

"When it comes to trials, if you lose you have to accept your fate," said Ah Fei.

"So it was you who killed Wu Luo?" The administrator trialist stared at A Fei with murderous intent in his eyes.

"So what if it is? So what if it isn't?" To Li Xiu's surprise, Ah Fei did not deny it and said something ambiguous.

"Just admit it." The administrator nodded and said, "You are right. In a trial like this, if you lose, you have to accept your fate."

"Don't worry, I won't kill you, but I will break one of your legs. I hope you can continue to win the trial." The administrator trial-taker said, approaching the bandit step by step, while raising his fists one after the other, his steps steady and rhythmic.

"This matter has nothing to do with her. Wu Luo died because he lost to me." Li Xiu stood up and said. He didn't want to implicate others, nor did he want to stand behind a woman.

Just by looking at the administrator's posture, one can tell that he is skilled in martial arts, and his strength and speed are probably not inferior to that of the bandit.

"Who is it?" The administrator trial-taker looked at Ah Fei.

"What do you think?" the bandit asked back.

"I heard that he was ranked 49th at the time. With that kind of physical fitness, it should be impossible for him to beat Wu Luo. But it doesn't matter. Breaking one more leg won't be much trouble." The administrator trial-taker didn't want to waste time. He wanted to break the legs of A Fei and Li Xiu before the trial began.