Netherworld Passage Against the Ghost!

Time—

It flashed back to half an hour earlier.

The countdown began again!

"30:00"

"29:59"

"29:58"

Xu Yuan stumbled out of the equipment storeroom, breathing hard. He quickened his pace, found a seat in the stands, and sat down.

He swallowed another Spirit-Restoring Pill and a Body-Healing Pill.

Frankly,

it was a good thing he had awakened the ability "Competition."

Otherwise,

there was no way he could have survived facing three Ghost Entities at once!

Xu Yuan chewed the pills furiously as he took out his phone. He switched it on, steadied one hand with the other, and slowly tapped the screen.

When he hit the wrong number, he had to delete it and try again.

After several attempts,

the call finally went through!

"Beep... beep..."

"Why're you calling? I'm getting lunch."

Zhao Afei's voice came through.

"Come to the Gymnasium. I've got something important I need to tell you right now," Xu Yuan said.

"...Okay."

The call ended.

Clatter.

He could no longer hold the phone. It slipped from his hand and hit the floor.

There was nothing he could do.

That was what happened when he pushed his hands too hard.

Xu Yuan left the phone where it lay and focused on circulating his cultivation technique to draw out the pills' medicinal power.

—But this time, his Spiritual Power recovered even more slowly.

Two consecutive battles at such a furious pace had pushed his body past its limits. He could barely take any more.

At this rate,

his hands wouldn't be the only problem.

His Spiritual Power wouldn't fully recover either.

And there was still one Ghost left.

What was he going to do?

As Xu Yuan wrestled with the question, Zhao Afei appeared at the Gymnasium entrance and jogged over.

"What's going on—holy shit, weren't we going