Inside his personal prep room.
Sword Swings the Wilderness's figure reappeared, but the next moment, he received a system notification that his physical state was unfit to continue playing.
He was kicked directly from the virtual network.
Back in reality.
He collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily, his forehead drenched in a cold sweat.
That near-death experience just now had felt far too real.
"What the hell...!"
"How could he possibly be a Black Iron III!"
He muttered to himself, his eyes filled with the lingering terror of having survived a catastrophe.
...
「Two hours later.」
Lin Ye transformed into a cold, unfeeling rank-climbing machine.
Match found.
Battle start.
Instant kill.
Next match.
His opponents' ranks steadily increased, from Black Iron III to Black Iron I, and then into Bronze.
But without exception, none of them lasted more than ten seconds against Lin Ye.
