Chapter 124 Zhao Yan, you must hold on!

Chapter 124 Zhao Yan, you must hold on!

At this point, the competition has entered a white-hot stage, and its intensity is frightening. The interference in the virtual scene is like the devil's laughter, becoming more and more intense, as if to completely crush the will of all the contestants. The wind roars like an angry dragon, and the sound seems to tear the soul apart. The noise is like countless sharp arrows piercing through the heart, making people's brains seem to explode. The changes in light are even more bizarre and unpredictable, sometimes like a blazing sun that blinds people, and sometimes like an endless dark abyss that makes people lost, making people feel like they are falling into a terrifying illusion.

The situation on the field became increasingly severe. 655 contestants were overwhelmed by the huge pressure and were ruthlessly carried off the field by robots. At this moment, there were only 2345 contestants left on the stage, struggling to persist in this cruel environment.

Chu Feng's clothes rustled in the wind like a fluttering battle flag. The veins on his forehead were like bulging earthworms, and beads of sweat kept falling like raindrops. But his eyes became more and more determined, and he had only one persistent belief in his heart: "Forward, forward!" His mental strength was like a surging wave, constantly impacting the heavy obstacles in front of him.

Zhang Kuang's battle with the virtual creature had also entered a critical stage of life and death. His breathing was as rapid as an old bellows, and he was panting heavily, but he still roared at the top of his lungs: "I must subdue you today!" His mental power was like a heavy hammer, hitting the tenacious and terrifying creature again and again.

Zhao Yan's steps were weak and he seemed to be staggering. Each step seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. But he gritted his teeth and moved forward with extraordinary perseverance. He silently encouraged himself in his heart: "Hold on, Zhao Yan, you can do it!"

In this fierce and almost tragic competition, many players fell down due to exhaustion. When one player was repairing a virtual device, his hands were shaking like leaves in the wind. Due to excessive tension, he made an operating error, and the device exploded instantly, with a strong impact that knocked him to the ground.

He groaned in pain, his voice was shrill and desperate, and was quickly taken away by the robot. Another contestant lost control of his mental power while trying to comfort the virtual creature, and like a bomb that exploded, it instantly angered the creature. The creature roared angrily, opened its bloody mouth, and its sharp fangs flashed with cold light, and suddenly pounced on the contestant. The contestant was unable to dodge and was hit by the creature's fatal attack. He fell unconscious on the spot and was ruthlessly carried out of the competition venue like a kite with a broken string.

Every second, a player fell down, and every moment was filled with unknown and suffocating challenges. The audience outside the stadium was so nervous that they dared not breathe. Their eyes followed the players on the field closely, and their moods fluctuated as the game progressed, as if they were experiencing a thrilling journey of life and death.

Instructor Li's expression became more and more solemn, and his frown seemed to be able to kill a fly. He stared at the competition field, his eyes full of anxiety and expectation, silently cheering for the players who were still persisting, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

The real-time status and rankings of the players kept flashing on the big screen, and every change was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of countless people.

Chu Feng, Zhang Kuang and Zhao Yan still fought tenaciously in this cruel arena like a Shura field. They knew very well that only by holding on to the end would they have a glimmer of hope to enter the finals.

Zhao Yan's battle with the virtual creature had reached a life-and-death moment. Every breath he took was filled with piercing pain, and every movement he made seemed to be bearing the weight of a mountain. The virtual creature was like an indestructible mountain, and every attack carried the power to destroy the world.

Zhao Yan's clothes were tattered, and the torn strips of cloth fluttered in the wind like broken flags. The wounds on his body were crisscrossed, and blood flowed, staining the ground under his feet red, like a blooming bloody flower. Every collision with the virtual creatures made his body feel like it was struck by thousands of thunders, and his bones seemed to wail in pain.

His eyes were bloodshot, but the flame of unyielding still burned in his eyes. "I won't fall!" Zhao Yan roared at the top of his lungs, his voice hoarse and broken, as if it came from the depths of hell. However, his legs began to tremble like a candle in the wind, and his steps became unsteady, as if he would fall to the ground in the next second.

The virtual creature took advantage of the situation and launched a more violent attack. Its huge claws passed by like lightning, carrying the breath of death. Zhao Yan tried his best to dodge, but was still hit on the shoulder. The huge force knocked him to the ground like a piece of paper. He struggled to get up, but was knocked down again by the subsequent attack, leaving a long bloody trail on the ground.

At this time, Zhao Yan's consciousness had begun to blur, and his mental strength was like a candle in the wind, swaying and about to die. But he relied on the last bit of his tenacious and moving willpower to once again support his wounded body with difficulty, and rushed towards the virtual creature like a dying lion.

But his strength was ultimately no match for this powerful and hopeless enemy. After being knocked down once again, Zhao Yan was no longer able to stand up. His optical brain connection was ruthlessly interrupted, and the virtual scene was instantly shattered, just like his shattered dream.

Zhao Yan was forcibly pulled back to reality. His body collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud. His eyes were empty and lifeless. He murmured, "Just a little bit... Just a little bit..." Tears mixed with sweat and blood flowed down his face. His chest rose and fell violently, but he could no longer gather strength. Then, the robot lifted him up indifferently, and his figure gradually disappeared on the field, leaving only a heart-wrenching silence.

In the audience, Su Nian saw Zhao Yan in such a miserable state, and her heart suddenly clenched, as if being tightly grasped by an invisible big hand. She unconsciously clenched her hands, her nails deeply embedded in her palms, her brows knitted, and her lips trembled as she murmured, "Zhao Yan, you must hold on!"

Ye Yao's eyes widened, her beautiful eyes were full of fear and disbelief. She covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes, and exclaimed: "How could this happen! Zhao Yan, come on!" She clenched her fists tightly, leaning forward, as if she was going to break through the obstacles and rush into the stadium to help Zhao Yan in the next second.

Zhang Meng's eyes were red and his teeth were chattering. He roared angrily: "Damn this game! Brother Zhao Yan, you're already great!" The veins on his neck bulged like angry little snakes.

Cheng Yi's face was filled with anxiety and worry, and his forehead was covered with sweat. He kept pacing in place, muttering, "It's over, it's over, what should I do with Zhao Yan?"

His eyes followed Zhao Yan who was carried away by the robot, and his eyes were full of sympathy, regret and anger at the cruelty of the competition.

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