The moment the thought arose, she could not help feeling flustered, yet the more she thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.
After all, being able to spare attention to look after her in that situation was exactly like the hero saving the beauty in storybooks.
By now, very few people remained standing on the stage.
Aside from Yang Fan's group of three and Gu Le's "main force," the rest were mostly third- and fourth-year students.
After two hours, the pace of replacements in Gu Le's group visibly quickened.
Almost every quarter hour, someone could no longer hold on and stepped down. She kept adjusting the formation, barely maintaining it.
Beside their group lay an "iron pancake"—a Robot Soldier they had manifested earlier, which had been crushed flat by the terrifying pressure the instant it appeared.
After seeing Yang Fan's method, Gu Le had also manifested Robot Soldiers from her Divine Kingdom, intending to learn from his approach and improve her team's chances of reaping the benefits.
But while the idea was wonderful, reality was cruel. These ordinary Robots simply could not withstand the immense pressure.
As for buying Robot Warriors from the store now, that was utterly impossible. The slightest lapse in concentration could lead to failure.
Yang Fan still stood straight where he was. He swept his gaze over the people around him, their faces twisted as they struggled to hold on, and frowned slightly.
"Old Ye, Brother Sima. Are you two holding up? Want something to eat?"
Ye Jianfeng's entire body was tense, like a fully drawn bow. Even breathing was incomparably difficult, leaving him with no spare energy to respond.
Sima Pang, on the other hand, took several whole minutes before forcing out a single word through clenched teeth. "Yes!"
"Alright." Yang Fan nodded.
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