When Li Wei's figure vanished out of thin air from the high-speed camera's lens.
When every camera angle switched frantically, yet failed to capture even a fading afterimage.
When the live broadcast was forced to pull back to a panoramic view, only then barely catching that gray-green streak of light in the Gobi Desert scene.
In the studio, the opening remarks that Li Jiaqi and Duan Feng had only just begun became firmly stuck in their throats.
The chaotic barrage of comments in the live-stream chat also came to a bizarre standstill at that moment.
Then Duan Feng, forty-four years old this year, a Tier Three expert whose witty and passionate commentary had made him immensely popular with the audience, voiced the shock in everyone's hearts:
"Was that speed really something a Tier Three expert should have?!"
"She was like a beam of light!!!"
On the Gobi wasteland simulated within the arena, Li Wei pushed her movement technique to its limit.
In her field of vision, sand, rubble, and shrubs all turned into blurred lines, rushing backward at high speed.
The drifting sand on the Gobi ground could not even retain her footprints.
Even the sound of the wind vanished beside her...
In the space of only a few breaths, Li Wei crossed a thousand meters. Her figure abruptly materialized, like a ghost.
In front of her, the hundred-man team had just emerged from the entrance passage, and the thick alloy gate had only closed halfway.
They wore identical martial uniforms and light armor, each carrying a different weapon. Their formation had yet to fully unfold.
Behind them, the desert scenery continued stretching onward, as though reaching all the way to the end of the sky.
But Li Wei knew that this was already the edge of the arena.
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