What was going on?
Had the assessment site... turned into a drinking party?
Everyone else was gritting their teeth and barely holding on, while they were actually drinking to recover?
For a moment, the atmosphere became extremely strange.
On the high platform.
Han Wuji looked at the scene and could not help laughing. "That's Brother Tianci's younger brother, right?"
"He even bought Superalloy Robot Warriors to replenish energy. That's quite an innovative idea."
"Looks like there'll be another way to clear the first round of the Prodigy God-Sealing Battle from now on."
The Divine pressure in the first round was both a test of strength and a contest of endurance.
Under extreme depletion, receiving external supplies would naturally allow one to hold on longer.
It was just that no one had ever tried this sort of "bringing supplies" tactic before.
"As expected of my little brother. He's quick-witted." Sima Tianci had opened his eyes at some point.
He looked down at Sima Pang's wide-open mouth waiting to be fed, his gaze full of affection.
Qin Lie, however, frowned and looked at Yang Fan. "The person at the front of their team should be a third- or fourth-year student, right?"
"This... seems a little against the rules."
The others' expressions shifted slightly at those words.
There were loopholes to exploit in the first round, but there was also an unspoken rule: one could only form a team with people from the same year.
Someone like Gu Le, who had gathered twenty people into a group, might have looked greedy, but it was still within acceptable limits.
But if they brought in upperclassmen to withstand the pressure, the nature of the matter changed.
That was no longer clever maneuvering. It was exploiting the Five Great Families' resources!
If everyone did this, the