Special Peacekeeping Force

Xiao He was a little unhappy. It had taken ages for his turn to experience two-protect-one, and yet it was over before the fight had even begun.

But he couldn't blame anyone else. If he had to blame someone, it could only be himself for going too far and scaring the other side into surrendering without even daring to fight. So all he could do was sulk on his own.

"Just now... I really was a little scared." As they went downstairs, An Xiuru smiled, still shaken. "That was probably Yinglong, the one who fought against the magnitude-six earthquake. He's terrifying. No wonder he's a disaster-class Mutant..."

"Mm..." Xiao He replied absently, arms folded.

"Hey, as long as we won..." Han Tianyu said with a smile as he stepped out of the elevator. "That means we've made it to the finals."

Cui Man had already been waiting for them outside the elevator. "Making it to the finals was only natural, but only the championship can shut up everyone who doubts us. You understand what I mean, right?"

Everyone present nodded. The end of this match also signaled that the Mutant Competition was drawing to a close. All that remained was next week's final, the last two rounds of BO3 matches.

Before then, they had six days to rest properly and get themselves back into shape.

"All right, you have six days to rest before next week's matches officially begin, but..." Cui Man paused, then turned to Yue Feng and the others. "For some of you, you have only six days to get stronger. I hope you make the most of them, all right? That's it for today. Thanks for all your effort, everyone. Go back and get some rest."

As he packed his things, Xiao He still looked a little