Zhang Yong was completely exhausted, and the exposed skin on his body was like cooked flesh, falling off in pieces at the slightest movement.
Gaps, exposing pink and white muscles, were all over the body.
The sixth round of attacks begins.
Not only did covering white phosphorus bombs appear on the battlefield, but sporadic mutants also appeared.
Ground-air coordinated attack.
It is not a physical specialization and has no damage reduction effect.
He was almost on the verge of death.
I persist until now, not for myself, but purely in the hope that I can help Lin An get some more points.
Even if it's just one point.
"Team Zhang"
"Li Zhenping died in the sixth round. He encountered a supernatural attack."
In the team voice, the voice of the team member brought by Zhang Yong was low.
Only four people have stayed with him until now. The other team members either died during the trial or were forced to withdraw early.
silence.
Zhang Yong took out a knife and cut his calf, then threw the still burning dead flesh on the ground, his face turned pale.
The attack of white phosphorus bomb will cause an inextinguishable chemical flame, which can only be extinguished by burning the contaminated parts.
"Back off."
"Let everyone withdraw from the trial"
"We can't afford to lose any more men."
Eyes showing sadness.
Every team member who has followed us till now is an absolutely trustworthy partner.
They can't die anymore.
Everyone still has some points left, which Lin An has never taken away.
Although Lin An didn't ask for it, for Zhang Yong, this was reserved for Lin An.
At this stage, their lives are no longer their own.
Lin An needs a trustworthy awakener to act as a medium to increase points.
"What about you, Team Zhang?"
On the other end of the communication, separated by trial worlds, the team members asked worriedly.
Among them, except for one who could barely count the physical attributes, the others forcibly exchanged their attributes to enter the trial.
From a personal perspective, they don't need to participate in the trial at all.
"I?"
He gave a wry smile.
Zhang Yong looked up at the current number of people and slowly closed his eyes:
"I'll hold on for one more round and get more points."
"Don't worry, I won't seek death."
"My life is still useful"
Communication is interrupted.
Zhang Yong stood up unsteadily and looked firmly into the air.
His persistence only brought him one step closer to death
Maybe it won't have much impact, maybe it won't make sense.
Maybe Lin An is not short of his points at all.
But for him, he just wants to do his part, just like he said he promised.
Do everything we can.
I am not a hero, nor am I as powerful as Lin An.
But I may be the light that makes up the flame.
"The seventh round of trials is over."
"The next round of trials will start in 1 minute."
"Current number of people remaining: 312 people"
In the deep pit, Zhang Tie spat lightly and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He grinned and shook the dust off his body, his eyes no longer as frivolous and fearless as before.
"Fuck."
"Go straight to the electromagnetic gun."
"It shouldn't be a nuclear bomb further down, right?"
The transformation effect has been turned on.
He transformed into a silver giant bear, and the sharp hair on his body was somewhat decayed.
After taking a look at the fact that there were more than 300 people persisting until now, he couldn't help but murmur.
"Damn it, there are so many weaklings who can't be killed?"
Even he felt a little uncomfortable with the current intensity of the attack.
After a few more rounds of resistance, he felt that the death-avoidance effect would be triggered.
"Captain Lin, this group of physique awakeners, they all feel pretty awesome."
Unable to resist contacting Lin An to complain, Zhang Tie conjured up a can of yellow peach from behind his butt, intending to replenish some "stamina".
"It's normal."
On the other side of the voice, Lin An's pupils were dark, and it was obvious that he had also briefly activated his demon form during the trial just now.
"Those with awakened physiques are on the verge of death more often than other types of people in reality."
"It is precisely because of this that many of them are on the verge of unlocking the genetic lock, or have already unlocked it."
"Their performance is naturally better than the awakened ones in the first two trials."
Very fair and very cruel.
What's fair is that they can get better results in the trial.
The cruel thing is that the competition will be extremely fierce.
The ranking function specially provided by the system in this trial is obviously with great malice.
If you hold on for one more round, you might be first.
Under this temptation of glory and points, there is death.
When most people turn on the gene lock and survive until the end, the gene lock becomes meaningless.
What matters is the will to give up when faced with the possibility of death.
Very ironic.
Those who have awakened in the physical system are the best to survive, but the trial requires them to choose
Who dares to be closer to death.
"The eighth round of trials is over."
"Please get ready."
"Current number of participants: 63 people."
It was cold and heartless, and the number of participants dropped sharply again.
But everyone has noticed something.
That is, many trialists died under the eighth round of attacks instead of exiting early.
This means that many people have misjudged their ability to survive.
An invisible emotion spreads called fear.
The last 63 awakened people looked struggling as they listened to the one-minute countdown that gradually sounded.
Some of them are confident that they can withstand another round, while others are holding on to luck and hoping that the next round of attacks will not be too targeted at them.
And some feel extremely stressed.
Really, can you still make it to the next round?
The injuries were serious.
If most physique systems didn't come with built-in recovery methods, they would have died from serious injuries and various negative effects.
In the Siberian war zone, a strong, giant-like awakened person gasped for air.
The pressure is too much.
The right of death is placed in their hands.
Although he felt that he could hold on any longer, he didn't dare to gamble anymore.
Now the ranking has been locked in the top 100, and the points gained are enough for him to use.
He had already turned on the gene lock
If you keep holding on, will you fight for the top ten?
Awards and honors are indeed tempting.
But what if everyone is much stronger than him?
Maybe one more round won't actually improve the ranking, but what should I do if I face danger?
Isolating all the trialists from seeing each other, suspicion and lack of information caused many awakened people to fall into a struggling situation.
It's okay if you have a companion. If your companion persists until now, they still have a reference standard.
However, most of the people who have survived until now are the best in each theater, and none of them can communicate with each other.
Self-doubt and random thoughts.
Will everyone be strong?
Will the difficulty be suddenly raised in the next round and the attack will not be increased according to the previous increase?
The constantly beating countdown is like a death knell.
"I"
Roaring in a low voice, he really didn't dare to gamble anymore.
"give up!"
The same scene appeared in various places in the trial.
With the final countdown of 3 seconds, the number of participants in the ninth round suddenly dropped to 11.
"a bunch of cowards"
The Olia war zone is like a combination of beetles and humans. The man huddled in the epidermal armor looked at the decreasing numbers with disdain.
With the characteristics of insect-like creatures, combined with the armor that looks like cheating, he has persisted until now.
"What is the Shield of the Awakened if it doesn't have the courage to face attacks!?"
Opening up the shell-like bone tissue on his back, a confident smile appeared on his lips.
"As expected, the next round of attacks should be a series of armor-piercing bullets, combined with second-level mutants."
"Or, high-energy laser?"
never mind.
As long as he protects his brain, he can survive even if he is blown into pieces.
Looking up at the sky, he even looked forward to the next round of attacks being stronger, and it would be best if he was the only one to survive.
In anticipation, the system prompts arrived as expected:
"The ninth round of attacks begins."
"Forecast of this attack:"
"Tactical nuclear bomb with a yield of 250,000 tons!"
In mid-air, an inconspicuous black dot slowly fell.
On the ground, the man's smile was stiff, as if he was a petrified statue, frozen in place.