BANG!
A loud bang shattered Lin Ye's train of thought.
In the center of the field, the young man wielding a battle-axe had paid a terrible price: a fractured right arm.
But he had finally seized upon a tiny opening, and with all his strength, he viciously cleaved his axe deep into the puppet's skull.
The crimson light in the puppet's eyes flickered a few times before fading completely.
Its towering body crashed to the ground.
The young man panted heavily, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes glinting with the exhilaration of having survived the ordeal.
'Four points, in the bag!'
With someone having been the first to test the waters, the atmosphere on the field was instantly ignited.
No one had forgotten Su Yunjin's words: 'The number of puppets is limited.'
'This means the total number of points is fixed!'
'A moment's delay could mean missing the twenty points needed to pass and facing immediate elimination!'
