The fierce battle on the Rotating Arena was in full swing, but it could no longer hold Jiang Qian's attention.
His focus was entirely fixed on the hair-thin threads weaving through the entire venue, connecting every "person" like an unsolvable set of shackles.
He could not help but wonder:
Was everything within his sight operating naturally, or was it driven by some hidden force, sparing no effort to play out all manner of absurd roles?
Jiang Qian closed his eyes and reviewed every pattern he had observed in the threads since the gauntlet had begun.
Every increase, transfer, or break.
Emotions? Desire? Obsession...
Using all the information available to him, he tested every possible concept.
Fortunately, his extraordinary memory and powers of observation allowed him to repeatedly sort through those details without obstruction, each link leading to a different answer.
Then Jiang Qian opened his eyes, watched the fighting on the Rotating Arena, and began to verify his calculations.
As time passed, the shifting patterns before Jiang Qian's eyes grew increasingly clear and logical. The laws governing the growth and changes of the threads gradually revealed the source of them all.
During that time, the remaining three Death Attendants were knocked from the arena one after another.
Doctor Dai was a perfect hunter.
Calm, swift, precise.
But in Jiang Qian's eyes, this Third State: Fusion Form raptor was about to become another sacrifice of the Rotating Arena.
"The most thrilling moment has arrived! Let us once again welcome 'Glasses' to the arena to compete for the final qualification of 'Ace'!"
Butler Simon raised both hands. Countless threads swayed along with his withered arms and grotesque head.
Jiang Qian rose and stepped onto the arena. The only weapon in his hand was a fountain pen that had been repeatedly scorned.