Ninth Round

"Hold on for one more round."

"Hold on for one more round!"

He struggled up from the ground.

Zhang Yong was utterly exhausted. The exposed skin on his body looked like cooked meat, and large pieces fell away at the slightest movement.

His body was covered in wounds that had split open, exposing pale pink flesh.

The sixth round of attacks began.

The battlefield was not only covered by White Phosphorus Bombs; sporadic Mutants had also appeared.

A coordinated air-and-ground attack.

He was not a Constitution Type specialist to begin with, and had little damage reduction.

He was practically struggling on the brink of death.

He had held on until now not for himself, but purely in the hope of helping Lin An earn more points.

Even one point would do.

"Team Leader Zhang."

"Li Zhenping died in the sixth round. He encountered a Supernatural Attack."

The voice of one of the team members Zhang Yong had brought with him was low over Squad Voice Chat.

Only four people had held on alongside him until now. The others had either died in the trial or been forced to withdraw early.

Silence.

Zhang Yong took out a small knife and cut into his calf, tossing the still-burning dead flesh onto the ground. His face was pale.

White Phosphorus Bomb attacks caused chemical flames that could not be extinguished. The flames would only go out once the contaminated area had burned away completely.

"Withdraw."

"Have everyone leave the trial."

"We can't afford to lose anyone else."

Sorrow filled his eyes.

Every team member who had stayed with him until now was a completely trustworthy companion.

They couldn't die anymore.

Everyone still had at least some points left, points that Lin An had never taken from them.

Although Lin An hadn't asked for