As Bai Jinting died once more, he felt as though he were waking from a dream.
"The final match the audience has been waiting for is about to begin! Now, please welcome the fighters!"
But the first thing Fu Qian heard as his consciousness returned was still the host's excited voice.
He was back again.
A moment ago, it had felt just like waking up in a dream. Had he gone from one dream straight into another?
An endless nightmare mode?
Bai Jinting's mocking voice seemed to still ring in his ears.
Fu Qian, however, didn't take it to heart. He simply opened the door and walked out.
Leaping, climbing, dodging—until he once again stood on the platform where Bai Jinting was.
"Guess that proves I wasn't lying, huh?"
Bai Jinting winked at Fu Qian, his voice thick with sarcasm.
But before his eye had even finished closing, an Air Bullet blasted him into the sky.
"Two."
Fu Qian counted, feeling the dream peel away once more. The familiar voice sounded in his ears again.
"The final match the audience has been waiting for is about to begin! Now, please welcome the fighters!"
He opened the door, leaped, climbed, and dodged. After completing the same sequence for the third time, Fu Qian stood before Bai Jinting again.
This time, the latter shook his head with a sigh, wearing the expression of someone looking at an idiot.
"What you're doing is completely pointless..."
"Three."
Fu Qian didn't answer. He simply counted again, and Bai Jinting was reduced to bloody ruin once more.
"Have you been completely consumed by bloodlust?"
"Four."
"Pointless resistance."
"Five."
"You're just wasting your time. You can't change anything."
"Six."
"Have you completely given up?"
"Seven."
Fu Qian tirelessly opened the door of