The light and shadow before his eyes dissipated, the familiar victory and defeat chimes of the Imperial Arena still echoing in his ears.
Qin Feng's consciousness withdrew from the highly focused battle, returning to the grand and solemn real-world arena of the "Crown of the North Pole."
Five placement matches: three wins and two losses. He was thoroughly warmed up, and his mental state was now at its peak.
He had just opened his eyes when he heard a suppressed exclamation from Qian Duoduo beside him.
"Found it!"
Qin Feng turned his head. Qian Duoduo was holding his wrist-mounted terminal, its virtual screen densely packed with streams of information. He wore an expression of someone who had just discovered a new continent.
Shi Potian was also drawn by the commotion and shot him an inquisitive glance.
"What's with all the fuss?"
"Intel! Important intel!"
