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The large black screen on the wall flashed, and thirty names popped up.

Black background with white and red lettering, neatly arranged in three rows. The waiting room was quiet for a moment, then a chorus of voices rose and fell.

Some people shouted with joy, "I passed!", some sighed in despair, and some remained silent.

Ye Fei scanned the area from top to bottom. There was no "Ye Fei" or "Hei Xi".

"Sigh, as expected."

The names of the two players who came from out of town next to him were prominently listed.

The person playing with the faulty robot clenched their fist and shouted, "I passed! I actually passed!" They excitedly hugged the other person.

The Necromancer player patted him on the shoulder and shouted, "Me too! I never thought I could pass this!"

The two embraced, their faces beaming with undisguised joy.

Ye Fei leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest, watching the screen with the other eliminated contestants, his expression blank.

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

The voice of the white mist rang out again, and the scene instantly quieted down, but no one moved for a long time.

At this moment, everyone was thinking that although being the first to go up had a great advantage, if their skill level was too low, it would be tantamount to showing weakness in front of everyone.

If someone more powerful comes up and defeats me, I will become someone else's stepping stone, which is extremely humiliating.

So they all thought they should wait and see what level the others were at before deciding whether to join in.

Since everyone thought this way, and so many people were thinking the same thing, no one wanted to be the first to step up. After waiting for two minutes, not a single person stepped up.

Just then, Master Hui stood up from his chair.

He took off his sunglasses, casually stuffed them into his pocket, cracked his neck twice, and then strode leisurely toward the third computer desk on the left.

"I'll handle it."

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the waiting room could hear him clearly, and all eyes turned to him again.

He walked to the Crown Prince's arena, pulled out a chair, and plopped down with a "click".

The initial champion on the other side was a staff member wearing a purple uniform and headphones, with no discernible expression.

Soon, the third display screen on the left lit up, showing the images of the two contestants.

The system automatically used facial recognition to detect the contestant's information. A page called "Contestant Information" popped up, and his ID was "Hui Ye". After a few seconds, four small words appeared below.

—Authentication successful!

Some people in the audience began to whisper among themselves:

"He actually went ahead with it?"

"Ha, what a clown. I'll see what he's really made of."

"Putting everything else aside, at least this guy has some guts."

"..."

Hui ignored the noise, put his hand on the mouse, and the staff were ready. The countdown on the screen had already started.

The battle began. Two statistical tables immediately appeared on the screen in the Crown Prince's arena, showing the contestants' scores and the duration in real time.

The noise in the waiting room gradually picked up again. Some people looked at each other, hesitating whether to go on stage, while others were still observing.

After a while, more people went up on stage, and then people started coming up one after another, and the scene gradually became lively.

Ye Fei sat there, propping his chin up and looking around. He noticed that there were about seventy people in the room, and if you exclude some irrelevant people and staff, there were probably about fifty contestants.

If it's done in batches, and out of fifty-odd people, thirty passed the interview, then the pass rate for each batch doesn't seem low.

According to the rules, in the worst-case scenario, at least 6 out of 30 people will advance, and it is possible that even fewer will advance.

Each character's track is separate, meaning each character can only advance one or two, or three or four times, which is not many, making the competition quite fierce.

Soon, the results were displayed on the screen corresponding to the Crown Prince's arena.

Huiye completed the first level first, and the system displayed that the challenge was over at 11 minutes and 08 seconds with a score of 890.

The staff member passed the test at 13 minutes and 24 seconds, scoring 620 points.

The results are obvious.

This score,

It's not the original game's built-in scoring mechanism, but a new algorithm specifically designed to suit this arena competition.

Its components include the player's monster-hunting, route selection, deck composition, and relative completion time. Each part has a built-in system that evaluates the player's overall competitive strength based on mainstream standards in China.

Huiye not only got a full two minutes faster, but also scored nearly four hundred points more, which is roughly equivalent to defeating three more monsters.

Although this staff member intentionally controlled their score and gave a score that was considered a "qualified reference level for advancement" by a professional assessment, it was not difficult for them to be surpassed.

However, Huiye's score was significantly higher than his, far exceeding the pre-set standard for advancement.

The players below the stage, who were playing as crown princes, all looked surprised when they saw this.

"Eleven minutes? How did he do that?"

"Eleven minutes? How did he do that?"

"Look at his route. After killing three small monsters, he went straight for the elite monsters, even avoiding the campfire."

"Yeah, in order to speed things up, he just kept attacking without considering the casualties at all, and he even managed to get through with a sliver of health."

"That's way too radical..."

However, before everyone could even marvel, Hui Ye's next move surprised them even more.

He lay back in his chair, flexed his fingers, and then, in front of everyone, adjusted the preset difficulty from Advanced 5 to Advanced 7.

The audience erupted in uproar once again.

"What is he trying to do?"

"Advanced to level seven? Has he gone mad?"

"You can do that? So the difficulty level can be adjusted manually?"

Seeing their panicked eyes, Master Hui once again revealed that smug smile, secretly plotting his next move:

According to the rules, Level 5 is just the initial preset difficulty, but it has never been said that it cannot be increased.

And as long as he is promoted, his one-on-one opponent will have to fight him at the same difficulty level!

In this way, most of the lower-level players will give up because they are afraid to fight, saving a lot of unnecessary match time and greatly reducing competition, which is his goal.

Hui put his sunglasses back on, raised his legs and put them on the table, then slumped back in his chair, looking like he was about to go to sleep.

"Alright, whoever wants to fight, hurry up and do it."

The contestants below the stage fell silent upon seeing this, their faces turning grim.

A7 is a height that many people have never encountered before. Some people take a long time to even reach A5, and A6 is even more challenging.

For these people, going up to fight A7, especially in front of Huiye, is simply making a fool of themselves.

Some people sighed and were already packing their things to leave. Others stood there, their expressions complicated, still struggling with what to do.

Other arenas have seen a steady stream of challengers, and several arenas have already produced new champions.

A line had formed in front of the arena for the malfunctioning robots, and one after another they went up, but most of them were defeated.

The score on the screen started at 650, then was refreshed by the new champion to 730, 760...

The passing score is getting higher and higher, and the frequency of successfully completing the challenge is getting slower and slower.

Other arenas also occasionally see successful challenges, but most are eliminated.

Ye Fei observed that among the six arenas, the contestants with malfunctioning robots were the most numerous, and the competition was the fiercest.

Competition in other arenas was relatively milder, but there was still a constant rotation of players. Warriors, hunters, and necromancers saw a steady stream of challengers, though the success rate was low.

The number of spectators in the arena was the smallest, with only a few challengers, and their scores were generally low, with the highest score being just over 710 points.

After a long time, a young man wearing glasses finally succeeded in the challenge and became the new champion, sitting there looking somewhat lonely.

Only the Crown Prince's arena—more than forty minutes have passed, and since Master Hui, no one has gone up to challenge him.

Hui Ye's legs were propped up on the table, his eyes were covered by sunglasses, and he was motionless, as if he were really asleep.

An hour had passed, and no one had gone up yet. The candidates for crown prince, watching the time tick by, finally began to get anxious.

"Feed? If he doesn't go up soon, he'll really monopolize the entire crown prince position."

"Could this thug have actually been right...?"

"Does this mean there's no point in staying here if we don't have an A6?"