With the three-minute limit, almost every match ended at light speed. Like a sorting machine on a factory assembly line, they clattered through the work, leaving fewer and fewer contestants.
The members of the Hold Up the Heavens Team took the stage a few more times, winning every match without suspense.
Of them all, Ye Buyu's matches were the most bizarre to watch.
She opened fire the moment she stepped onstage. If one bullet wasn't enough, she fired a few more. Even if someone could knock down one, another seventeen or eighteen were waiting in line behind it.
She even gave her bullets eyes, forming a cage of speeding bullets. Even if her opponent was extremely fast, fast enough to dodge bullets, as long as the bullets hadn't struck their target or been canceled out by an attack, they would keep homing in.
So the final spectacle was a dozen or so bullets chasing a contestant all over the place. Flying into the sky, diving underground, and making ninety-degree turns were all child's play, leaving everyone dumbfounded.
They exclaimed that her bullets had come to life.
On a cramped arena stage, this ability to force people to pay a price was practically impossible to counter. She had somehow turned a healing skill into a hard control skill.
Her opponents dropped to their knees again and again, leaving every contestant matched against Ye Buyu looking as though they had a toothache. Their knees began to ache before they even stepped onstage.
"Yikes... another one on their knees. Isn't there any dignified way to leave the stage?"
"I suggest conceding the instant the bullet hits. You might still escape disaster. Just don't be like this one, who paid the price and still ended up kneeling. Talk about losing on both counts. Maximum