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After Ye Fei walked out of the interview room, he looked around and suddenly felt a sense of emptiness.

"Sigh, this whole thing went wrong. They died too early and couldn't keep up the act."

He looked at the people coming and going in the interview hall, and remembered the "waiting room" the interviewer had mentioned, which seemed to be the location of the second round of interviews. He began to think:

"Since we're already here, why don't we go take a look?"

Following the signs, he found the waiting room, which was a large room.

The venue was divided into two parts. One side consisted of fixed iron seats arranged in several rows on the left side, which looked like the "audience seating".

On the other side were several computer desks, lined up horizontally in pairs, seemingly the venue for the second round of trials.

Above the "spectator seats" and "battle seats," several huge screens are hung, facing the audience, with the same number as the computer desks on the right.

The venue was already packed with people.

Ye Fei had just found a seat when two people next to him started talking; their voices sounded familiar.

He turned his head and saw that it was the two out-of-town bots and the undead contract player who had been chatting in the queue.

The two were still discussing in hushed tones, their expressions neither looking relaxed.

"Sigh, the interview questions were too difficult. I didn't know how to answer several of them," the Necromancer player sighed.

"Me too. He asked me, 'How do you fight the boss without the hockey card?' I was completely dumbfounded."

This is a malfunctioning robot player, his tone filled with disbelief.

"Well, your record is already pretty good. You'll definitely pass. I don't know about you; I guess you don't have a chance."

"Let's hope so, let's wait and see..."

Ye Fei listened to their conversation and found it inexplicably interesting, so he remained silent.

Just then, a noisy commotion came from outside the waiting room.

Several people crowded in, led by a young man with permed blond hair, wearing black sunglasses, and a blue dragon tattooed on his arm visible beneath his short-sleeved shirt.

When he came in, his face was tilted at a 45-degree angle, looking at the sky, seemingly at something. His hands were in his pockets, and he walked with a swaying gait.

He was accompanied by two henchmen dressed in the same style; anyone who didn't know better would have thought they were street thugs who had wandered in.

"Make way! Make way for Master Hui!"

The henchmen on both sides pushed and shoved, pushing aside the others to clear a path for "Master Hui" in the crowd.

Those around them looked at it like a rat crossing the street, scoffing and some keeping their distance, afraid of getting into trouble.

Some people muttered under their breath, "Where did these thugs come from? Aren't the security guards going to do anything about it?"

The blond-haired man continued walking, pretending not to hear, a mysterious and confident smile on his lips, his steps languid.

He walked to the aisle in the middle of the audience, and one of his underlings immediately stepped forward and pushed aside the person blocking his way.

"Make way, make way." The younger brother's hand almost pushed someone's shoulder.

The person who was pushed away gave a disdainful look, cursed "trash" in his heart, and then walked away, making room for him.

The blond-haired man swaggered to the front row and plopped down in his seat. He spread his legs wide, propped them up on the armrests, and slumped back in the chair, taking up three seats.

Two henchmen sat down on either side of him, protecting him in the middle.

All eyes turned to him, some with disgust, some with contempt, and some with scrutiny as they looked at the "foreign object".

"Who does this person do? They have no manners at all."

"Whose dog is off-leash?"

"Ha, what a clown trying to attract attention."

The blond-haired man ignored him completely, still wearing that mysterious and confident smile. He looked around and then suddenly stood up.

"I'm saying, everyone here..."

As soon as the voice was spoken, everyone's eyes turned to it.

"If any of you haven't even played A6, you can leave now."

His voice was loud and clear, and the waiting room was silent for a moment before a barrage of insults followed:

"What did you say?" someone stood up.

"Who do you think you are? Daring to give orders here."

"Do you dare to fight me right now?"

"So arrogant, they'll know to behave themselves once they're on stage."

Huiye glanced at everyone's reactions, and instead of being angry, he seemed rather smug. He took off his sunglasses, scanned the crowd again, and spoke once more:

"I didn't give any orders; I was just stating a fact."

"You guys don't know? The rules for the next round are a ring match."

"If you can't even beat A6, I don't think you need to stay here. Go delve deeper into the best game novels."

The crowd below was in an uproar, while some thought he was just a clown and ignored him.

A young man wearing glasses couldn't hold back any longer and stood up to shout at him:

"Who do you think you are? Daring to act so arrogantly here, what power do you have?"

Before Master Hui could speak, one of his underlings immediately stood up:

"What kind of strength? Hehe, our eldest brother is a consistently ranked player in Crown Prince A6, with a win rate of 55%!"

"You can find that online. Want to compare?"

A6, with a 76% win rate, is already considered top-tier among casual players.

If he earned his position through his own efforts, then it's not just a matter of skill; it's a testament to his exceptional talent.

The surrounding noise gradually subsided, and some people began to discuss the rules of the round.

Hui put his sunglasses back on, leaned back in his chair, and crossed his legs, which were now pointing skywards.

Ye Fei glanced at him, but didn't pay much attention and quickly looked away.

About ten minutes later, the door to the waiting room was pushed open again, and several staff members dressed in Zixia uniforms walked in.

The staff member at the front, holding a folder, walked to the front of the room and stood under the huge screen.

"Quiet."

His voice wasn't loud, but it became very penetrating through the microphone, and the noise in the waiting room gradually subsided.

Several people recognized him; he was 'White Mist,' a current player on the Zixia team.

"Now, I will announce the rules for the second round of trials."

The murmurs below immediately increased:

"Wow! Isn't that Zixia's top support character, 'White Mist'?"

"This person looks so familiar, I feel like I've seen him on TV before."

"The judge is actually 'White Mist'? I never expected to meet her in person today."

"..."

The large screen lit up, displaying the following text: "Second Round of Trial Training - Rules Explanation".

"This round will use a ring tournament format." Bai Wu pointed to the screen behind him:

"There are six computers on the right, each corresponding to one of six roles—the malfunctioning robot, the silent hunter, the warrior, the crown prince, the necromancer, and the observer."

"Each ring has an initial champion, who is a staff member of our club, and their results will reflect the seeding qualification level."

A flowchart appeared on the screen.

"The competition adopts a 1v1 one-on-one rule, a high-difficulty, fast-paced match, with random seeds. Both sides will be seeded the same and will only play the first level."

"The initial advancement level is set to Advancement Level 5. The evaluation criteria will take into account both the completion time and the score."

Bai Wu paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"If you can successfully complete the challenge, you will become the new champion and qualify for the next round."

"In other words—the earlier you go, the better, because the champion will get stronger and stronger."

"When the old champion is replaced by the new champion, the old champion will still retain the qualification to advance, but the new champion will have to challenge the new champion."

He turned to a page of the document.

"Don't be discouraged if you don't succeed in the challenge. To encourage participants to take on the challenge, we will consider all aspects of their performance."

"Even if you don't beat the reigning champion, if you participate and perform well, you may still be selected to advance."

"The total duration of the competition is two hours. If no one challenges after the time is up, all remaining champions will advance directly to the next round."

"That means, including the eliminated former champions, at least one person from each track will advance, making a total of at least six."

The white mist paused again, and the audience below began to discuss it.

The meaning is clear: if the champion is successfully challenged multiple times, several players may advance to the next round in a single race.

However, the corresponding problem is also obvious: if a strong champion dominates the stage, then the qualification for advancing in that track may be monopolized by one person.

The fewer slots available for each track, the less pressure there will be in the subsequent selections. In short, the stronger the better, and the earlier the better.

"Now—the initial champions of the six arenas are in place."

Bai Wu pointed to the row of computer desks on the right, where six staff members dressed in Zixia uniforms were already seated.

"The list of those who have advanced from the interviews will be announced next. Anyone on the list can go up and take on the challenge."

On the wall next to it, a large black screen flashed and displayed thirty bright red names.

Silence fell over the room.

"Anyone want to go up and take on the challenge?"