Although a lower level of strength did not necessarily mean less time remaining, the stronger one was, the more time one generally had left. As soon as Ma Boni finished speaking, several trial-takers quickly backed away.
But how could the Clock Warrior possibly watch the prey at his mouth escape like that?
With one hand, he swept aside the Corpse on the ground. Another arm hidden beneath that arm immediately hurled alarm clocks at the retreating trial-takers.
"Danger!"
At the sight of those alarm clocks, Nameless's hair stood on end. He grabbed Xu Qinqin, who had been about to charge forward, and quickly retreated.
Boom!
The alarm clocks exploded!
They were not alarm clocks at all, but bombs.
Every trial-taker caught within the blast radius rapidly lost time. Some who had too little time left died on the spot, while the survivors turned livid.
"Be careful. Once the alarm clocks he throws explode, they reduce the time of everyone nearby. The reduction seems to depend on how much time the clocks contain. The closer you are to the blast, the more time you lose. The farther away you are, the less you lose," said a young man whose hair resembled bamboo leaves.
Ma Boni said calmly, "The time on the Clock Warrior's wrist decreased by a hundred hours. Those ten Alarm Clock Bombs just now probably contained ten hours each. Those with little time left should be especially careful. Don't get caught in the blast."
The Bamboo-Leaf-Head Boy narrowed his eyes. "Then he only has eight hundred hours left."
"Eight hundred hours is more than enough to take all of us with him," said a trial-taker with a grim expression.
None of the trial-takers present had much time remaining. At most, they only had a dozen or so hours. Facing