Chapter 125 How could this happen... Zhang Kuang, you must get better
The competition was still going on fiercely, approaching the thrilling final stage. Lin Hao, who was in the A-level mental power of the mecha department, was like a flash of lightning, and he passed the level first with astonishing speed and precise operation.
"Mecha-type mental power A-level Lin Hao, successfully passed the level."
His tense face thawed like a spring breeze the moment he passed the level, and he smiled brilliantly, as if he was a warrior returning victorious from the battlefield. The crowd erupted in thunderous cheers, the sound seemed to break through the sky, "Lin Hao is awesome! He is worthy of being the elite of the mecha department!"
Next, Chen Yu, who was in the A-level mental power of the mecha department, was not to be outdone. His hands moved quickly and accurately on the operation interface like a nimble bird. Every instruction he issued was decisive and confident. His eyes flashed with a firm light, as if all difficulties were vulnerable in front of him. Finally, he successfully broke through the last level. At that moment, he raised his hands high, his face filled with pride and pride.
"Mecha Department Spiritual Power A-level Chen Yu, successfully passed the level."
The scene once again erupted in warm applause and cheers, "Chen Yu, well done!"
More and more players succeeded in breaking through, and each of them had a complex expression of exhaustion and excitement on their faces. At this time, the number of places soon reached ten.
At this time, only Chu Feng and Zhang Kuang were still struggling on the field. In the audience, Su Nian held the railing tightly with both hands, and the joints of her slender fingers turned white due to excessive force.
She stared at the arena without blinking, her eyes full of concern and nervousness, as if she wanted to pass on her strength to them through her eyes. Her lips trembled slightly, and she murmured to herself: "Chu Feng, Zhang Kuang, come on! You must hold on!"
Her beautiful brows were tightly furrowed and fine beads of sweat oozed out of her forehead, sparkling in the sunlight.
Ye Yao was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, pacing back and forth. Her pretty face was flushed with anxiety, and beads of sweat were all over her forehead, rolling down her fair cheeks. She clenched her fists, raised them high, and shouted loudly: "Hold on! You can do it!"
Her voice became a little hoarse with excitement, and her eyes were full of eager anticipation.
The students around were also whispering, their expressions were either amazed, confused, or admiring. "Those two are from the Department of Materials Science. I didn't expect they could stick with it until now."
A boy wearing glasses whispered, his eyes full of surprise. "Although they are from the Department of Materials and their mental strength is B-level, it is already quite amazing that they can reach this level."
The girl next to him echoed and shook her head slightly, still seeming to find their performance unbelievable. "The Materials Department has never performed well in this kind of competition, but this time it really impressed us."
Another tall boy also came over to express his opinion.
Others did not have a smooth process. Some failed at the last minute because of a minor mistake. For example, a contestant from the computer science department, when processing the last complex encryption program, caused the entire system to crash because of a wrong code input. His face was instantly filled with despair and regret. He held his head with his hands and squatted down in pain. "It was just a little bit, just a little bit!"
He screamed loudly, his voice full of reluctance and helplessness. Then, he was ruthlessly taken away from the arena by the robot.
There was also a physics student who, when faced with the energy storm in the virtual scene, was exhausted and unable to resist the powerful impact. His body was swept into the air like a fallen leaf, and then fell heavily to the ground. He struggled to get up, but eventually fell down powerlessly, his eyes full of loss and frustration.
Zhang Kuang was in a very bad condition at this time, and the area he was in seemed like a hell. The attacks of the virtual creatures became more and more fierce, and each impact was like a heavy hammer hitting him.
In the holographic video, his clothes were already torn to pieces, and his exposed skin was covered with deep and shallow wounds. Blood flowed like a stream, staining the ground under his feet red. But he still clenched his teeth, and his teeth seemed to be bitten to pieces, making a clattering sound.
His eyes were wide open, bloodshot, and burning with an unyielding fire. He had only one thought in his mind: "I can't lose! I can't give up like this!"
His breathing was rapid and heavy, and every breath was like pulling an old bellows, making a hissing sound. His body was shaking, but he still raised his arms with difficulty, trying to gather his mental strength to fight back. However, the long-term high-intensity confrontation made his physical and mental strength reach the brink of collapse.
Suddenly, Zhang Kuang spat out a mouthful of blood, and the blood drew a shocking arc in the air. His body could no longer support itself, and it was shaky like a kite with a broken string. He tried to gather his mental strength again, and his lips trembled slightly, "I... I can still..."
But before he could finish his words, his eyes went dark and he fell straight down.
The robots came quickly, their movements mechanical and fast. Zhang Kuang's body looked so fragile and weak in the robot's arms, his head drooped weakly, and blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth.
Seeing this scene, the eyes of the friends in the audience instantly turned red, and tears welled up in their eyes. Zhang Meng hit the seat hard, and the seat made a dull sound. His eyes were full of bloodshot, and his voice was choked: "Brother! You are already great! You are my pride!"
His fists were clenched tightly with anger and sadness, and the veins in his arms were bulging.
Cheng Yi also started sobbing, his shoulders shaking constantly, "How could this happen... Zhang Kuang, you must get better." He covered his face with his hands, tears slipping through his fingers.
Su Nian and Ye Yao couldn't help but shed tears, their eyes were filled with pain and worry.
Chu Feng was still struggling on the field. In the virtual scene he faced, the changes in light were like a ghostly dance, sometimes so bright that it was impossible to open one's eyes, and sometimes so dim that it made one fall into despair.
The howling wind seemed to tear his body apart, but Chu Feng's steps were firm and steady, and each step sank deeply into the ground, as if he wanted to carve out a path of his own in this chaos.
His eyes were focused and calm, and the sweat on his forehead fell like rain, but it did not affect his determination at all. His mental power was like a burning flame, constantly dispelling the darkness and interference around him.
"Chu Feng, come on!" Someone in the audience shouted, and then more cheers came one after another. Chu Feng seemed to hear these encouragements, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he continued to move towards the finish line.