Zhou Fan was also teleported back to the square.
As the white light faded, he stood on the solid ground of the square, greeted by the warm afternoon sunshine and a wave of noise from every direction.
He rolled his shoulders and swept his gaze across the square.
All the contestants had gradually returned to the rest area. Some gathered in small groups to chat quietly, some sat alone in corners with their eyes closed, and others were having their wounds dressed by medical staff.
The third round of the assessment had been far more intense than expected. Despite the Guardian Wristbands, quite a few contestants had come out injured.
"Old Zhou!"
A familiar voice rang out from his right.
Zhao Qiu charged over like a human cannonball, then screeched to a halt two steps from Zhou Fan, his face brimming with excitement.
"You're seriously badass! You crushed two of them by yourself. You beat those two so badly they're practically shutting down."
Zhou Fan glanced at Nangong Chen and Pan Haining.
The two were receiving treatment, and they did look rather gloomy and withdrawn. The beating had probably hit them hard.
How could they not be crushed?
Losing a two-on-one fight was bad enough.
But they had been thrashed so miserably, too.
When had they ever suffered such humiliation before?
Their pride as so-called geniuses had been trampled to pieces!
It wasn't that they couldn't accept defeat.
They just hadn't expected the gap between them and Zhou Fan to be so vast...
"It was all right. Just my usual performance. Little Ball, where did you finish in the rankings?" Zhou Fan asked.
Zhao Qiu said, "I finished eleventh, but that's only for the third round. I don't know my overall ranking yet."
During the third round, he had defeated