"Indeed it is this!"
Hearing the round name, a sharp jolt ran through Xu Lang's heart.
"Ten Evil Arts Masters, that sounds like some sort of organization." Cao Yaxuan stroked her smooth chin, assuming a pensive posture.
"Mm-mm," Tong Qi nodded.
"And we happen to be on the tenth floor; perhaps every floor has an evil arts practitioner," Wang Yazhi's gaze flickered. "The dormitory skipped the fifth round entirely to let us challenge the sixth round. This final stage is definitely not simple!"
Having experienced so much, the three women had also developed a sensitivity to the survival game.
Xu Lang smiled faintly. "With our setup, as long as we aren't maliciously targeted, we can definitely survive to the end."
The Dormitory Survival Game most likely would not let a single household of players fail to survive.
At least, he had never heard of it.
Of course, it was possible that such things had happened, but no news leaked out—after all, everyone involved had died.
"Hehe," Tong Qi let out a small, sweet, foolish giggle, feeling that Xu Lang's words gave her a tremendous sense of security.
The corner of Xu Lang's mouth curled up as he continued:
"But what we want isn't just to survive; we want to live well."
"Xiao Tong, your score points are secure for now, but Yaxuan's and Yazhi's are still not enough."
"In this final test, you two might need to go out and take a bit of a risk with me."
Hearing this, the two women's expressions did not fluctuate too drastically.
Cao Yaxuan complained, "Xu Lang, I feel like you still have a bit of a gambler's temperament sometimes."
"Not at all," Xu Lang shook his head with an honest and dutiful expression.
"Don't worry, Yaxuan. With me and Xu Lang here,