The distance of 800 meters is neither long nor short. It was originally a middle- and long-distance running event in track and field competitions.

Normal human physical fitness cannot sustain the speed burst of a full 800-meter race, and it requires controlling the rhythm and using certain tactics.

But now there are many trial-takers among humans whose bodies have been strengthened. For these trial-takers, rhythm and tactical arrangements are not so important.

Trial-takers with sufficient physical fitness can even sprint almost the entire distance, just like an ordinary person running a hundred meters.

Li Xiu certainly couldn't reach that level, so he could only control his own rhythm and breathing, following most of the way, and waiting for the right opportunity to sprint.

Those administrators are basically in the top team, while Afei and some other people with stronger physical fitness are in the second echelon.

Li Xiu was in the last echelon, which had more than 40 people in total. All of them had relatively weak physical fitness and were not much stronger than ordinary people. Some were even worse than ordinary people.

An ordinary skinny young man who was running at the end fell to the ground because of nervousness before he ran far.

He didn't even have the thought of getting up and continuing to chase. He just lay there watching the person in front of him go away, his eyes full of despair.

Li Xiu is not a cold-blooded person, but in this kind of trial, he has no ability to help others, and it is good enough that he can save his own life.

The administrator who was going to break Li Xiu and A Fei's legs fell down near the starting line. He stumbled to his feet and tried to catch up, but failed to get up after several attempts. No expression could be seen on his bloody face, but his eyes were filled with regret and despair that could not be concealed.

"What is the meaning of the trial? Where does the Trial Gate come from, and who is controlling all of this?" This question not only troubles Li Xiu, but is also a common problem for all of humanity. So far, no one has figured out what the Trial Gate is.

The top echelon has entered the sprint stage and is almost half a lap ahead of the last echelon. However, in the last echelon, more and more people at the end give up because of despair, stop dejectedly where they are, and some even break down and cry.

Li Xiu maintained his own pace and always stayed in the front few of the last echelon, waiting for the final sprint.

Finally, Li Xiu reached a distance where he could sprint at full speed. The finish line was within sight. Li Xiu began to exert his strength, speeding up in a straight line, and launched the final sprint.

Just when Li Xiu's speed just increased, a leg suddenly stretched out from the runway next to him and stood diagonally in front of Li Xiu.

This leg was extended at the perfect time, at the moment when Li Xiu was speeding up, and at the moment when Li Xiu's left leg had just been raised.

If it were an ordinary person, completely focused on the race and the distance was so close, he would definitely be tripped in this sudden situation. Even if he wanted to get up and sprint, it would be too late to catch up with the person in front.

But Li Xiu reacted in an instant. He raised his left foot, which had been raised to step forward, again and exerted force with his right leg at the same time. With a movement similar to a hurdle, he crossed over the leg that was stretched out diagonally. After landing, he adjusted his rhythm within a few steps, continued to exert force to increase his speed, and rushed towards the finish line with all his strength.

Originally, Li Xiu should have been able to finish in the bottom 45th place, but his rhythm was slightly affected and he crossed the finish line in the 39th place from the bottom.

"Who is that guy?" Li Xiu stared at the young man not far away and asked the bandit who was walking by.

"I don't know him. I haven't seen him before. He is not the person who took the trial with me last time, and I haven't seen him among the administrators." Ah Fei also saw the scene where Li Xiu was tripped just now. She was also paying attention to the young man, but did not recognize who he was.

"Oh!" Li Xiu looked at the man.

He looks to be in his twenties, tall and strong, with narrow eyes and slightly curly hair, I don't know if it's natural or has been permed.

The man was also looking at Li Xiu. Seeing Li Xiu looking at him, he smiled at Li Xiu. At the same time, he stretched out his right hand, made a gun gesture, opened one eye and closed one eye, and made a shooting gesture towards Li Xiu.

"The trial is over, rewards are distributed, and cleanup begins..."

As the 31st person from the last crossed the finish line, the cold voice rang out again.

With a loud bang, the bracelets of the thirty people who failed to cross the finish line exploded at the same time, blowing them to pieces.

Thirty lives were lost in just a moment. The lives that are cherished by civilized society are here treated like grass and harvested at will.

The 62 people who completed the test were each rewarded with a magic core. At the same time, they felt a stinging pain from the injection on the bracelet, and their bodies were strengthened again.

Li Xiu felt as if his whole body was baptized by a warm current. His muscles, which had been sore after running 800 meters, regained their vitality in an instant, and the pain was gone, and he felt indescribably comfortable.

When choosing whether to enter the second round of trials, Li Xiu decisively took off the bracelet and chose to give up.

After all, he was only the strongest magic armor master, not the strongest trial-taker. There was no need to persist in a trial that he was not sure of.

After he came out, the people guarding outside took the magic core from Li Xiu's hand and recorded it, saying that they would pay him double the price when he got out.

Li Xiu originally wanted to wait here for the bandit and the man to come out, but he was taken back to the room by the soldiers.

Li Xiu recalled the man's appearance, but couldn't remember when he had seen such a man.

"He should not be the manager, otherwise Ah Fei would not fail to recognize him. If he was a trial-taker sent here, and I have never offended him, why would he attack me and provoke me like that? Could he be someone I offended outside?" Li Xiu quickly denied this idea.

He has been undergoing the trials of a magic costume master since he was a child and has never had any contact with people from the outside world. Only a handful of people know him.

At least as for his identity as a magic armor master, few people know that he is the magic armor master with the title of "God".

Because the magic armor masters themselves are relatively fragile and too easy to be assassinated, they generally will not reveal their true identity in front of others.

Even when controlling the magic equipment to go into battle, code names are used.

Li Xiu's original code name was "Honghua Lang", but because of his outstanding performance later on, he was given the title of "God". As a result, few people know his real code name "Honghua Lang".

So even if someone wanted to kill the world's number one magus stylist "God", few people knew that "God" was Li Xiu.

Besides, Li Xiu had not told anyone that he would come to the Abyss Base, so it was even less likely that he was an enemy from outside.

"Since it's not people outside who want to kill me, then who else in this base wants to kill me?" Li Xiu thought to himself.