Gao Wu: From a poor man in the outer city to a martial saint of the ten directions

And just as Huo Quan's voice fell...

"They've become famous!"

Xiaoling's voice suddenly rang out, not loud, but clearly heard by everyone.

Everyone looked up at the screen at the same time.

Red indicator light!

The waveform is no longer the gentle undulation it used to be, but is now jumping wildly!

Like a fish thrown ashore, it struggles desperately, thrashing about!

Every beat tugged at the nerves of everyone present.

"They became famous so quickly?!" someone exclaimed.

"How long have they been inside? Two and a half minutes, I guess?"

"Look at that line, it's jumping so wildly, how intense must the battle inside be?"

Huo Quan glanced down at the terminal on his wrist, his cold smile deepening.

"Two minutes and forty seconds."

He looked up and glanced around with an expression that said, "I already said that."

"He's pretty good at lasting seven minutes. Two thousand dollars for a lesson isn't a bad deal."

No one responded to him.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the wildly jumping red line on the screen, and the air seemed to freeze.

Lin Qi clenched his fists tightly, hoping that Wei Xiu could hold on a little longer.

Li Tian crossed his arms and stared blankly at the screen, his eyes showing neither mockery nor concern, only a cold scrutiny.

Xiaoling remained standing there with her arms crossed, her expression revealing no emotion.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

The red line on the screen was still throbbing violently, like a heart about to burst in its final struggle.

Huo Quan leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and leisurely twirled the beverage bottle in his hand.

"Three minutes have passed," he casually remarked.

"Four minutes."

Five minutes.

"Six minutes."

With each report, his tone grew more certain.

"Seven minutes..."

Huo Quan put the beverage bottle aside, crossed his hands behind his head, and looked like he had the victory in his grasp.

"That's about enough. We can hold on for another thirty seconds at most, then..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly fell silent, like a duck whose neck had been grabbed.

Because on the screen, that wildly jumping red waveform line suddenly...

It stopped!

It wasn't a complete halt, but rather... it calmed down!

The violent throbbing turned into gentle undulations.

Then, the red indicator light turned yellow!

Yellow then turned green again!

The waveform on the screen returned to its initial smoothness, with a slight fluctuation every two seconds, creating a gentle rhythm!

The entire training ground fell into complete silence!

Huo Quan's smile froze.

His mouth was open, and he remained in the same position as when he was speaking, as if someone had pressed the pause button!

Li Tian loosened his arms slightly and frowned slightly.

Lin Qi stared wide-eyed, his mouth half-open, his mind blank.

The others weren't much better off.

Some people rubbed their eyes, thinking they were seeing things.

Some people subconsciously took two steps forward, wanting to get a better look.

Some people gasped, but dared not utter a sound.

Quiet.

Deathly silence!

A few seconds later, someone whispered something in an almost incredulous tone.

"Green...it's green?"

"How is this possible?" Huo Quan suddenly stood up from his chair, his voice trembling!

"From red to green? He's a sparring partner with 400 yuan strength, and he was severely injured in the first level. How could he possibly recover?!"

He pointed at the screen, his expression shifting from shock to something that was hard to define—a mixture of anger and fear.

"This is impossible! Absolutely impossible! There must be a system error!"

No one agreed with him.

Because everyone saw it.

That green wavy line is beating steadily!

Like a thorn, it pierces everyone's eyes!

Xiaoling glanced at the timer in the lower right corner of the screen.

Ten minutes have passed, and Wei Xiu still hasn't been ejected!

The training ground fell into a complete, deathly silence!

The green wavy line on the screen continued to fluctuate every two seconds.

But everyone knows that the seven-minute red storm just now was not an illusion!

Some people stared at the screen, some looked at the hatch, and some looked down at their toes, unsure of what to say.

No one echoed Huo Quan's words anymore.

Because that green wavy line is the loudest slap in the face.

Time marches on, second by second.

Twelve minutes.

Fifteen minutes.

Eighteen minutes!

Twenty minutes!!

The screen is still green!

The wavy line occasionally fluctuates, but it never turns yellow, let alone red.

This means that the battle inside is still ongoing, but Wei Xiu has recovered from his serious injuries and is maintaining a stable condition!

"Twenty minutes have passed..."

Someone whispered something, their voice trembling with a mixture of awe and disbelief.

"A sparring partner with 400 yuan strength lasted for twenty minutes against Senior Brother Li's stats?"

No one answered him.

Because no one can answer this question!

Li Tian remained standing there, arms crossed, staring blankly at the screen.

But if a careful observer looks closely, they will notice that the arm he was crossing his arms with was a little tighter than before.

The angle at which his chin was slightly raised was also a little lower than before.

Huo Quan finally came to his senses, but his face was even more unpleasant than before.

He gritted his teeth, staring intently at the ticking time on the screen, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"So what if it's twenty minutes?" he said in a low voice, as if speaking to himself.

"It's not like you're beating a game. Even if you survive to the end, you still lose, right?"

Nobody paid him any attention.

Twenty-five minutes.

Twenty-eight minutes.

Twenty-nine minutes!!!

With only one minute left in the countdown, Li Tian suddenly moved.

He withdrew his gaze, turned around, and walked towards the stairwell without saying a word.

"Um?"

The female student named Sun Na tilted her head slightly, looking at his back, a half-smile curving her lips.

"Li Tian, ​​where are you going?"

Li Tian paused for a moment, but did not turn around.

"Have a meal."

His voice was calm, but everyone could hear the indescribable emotion hidden within it.

He couldn't take it anymore!

As the data prototype of the first-level gatekeeper, countless students of the Dome Martial Arts Academy have fallen in front of him over the past seven years.

Whether they are born with extraordinary talent, have accumulated abundant resources, or work tirelessly and relentlessly.

No one has ever been able to last more than fifteen minutes against him on their first attempt.

No one could recover from such severe injuries and hold out for another thirty minutes!

And now, a sparring partner who hasn't even learned a Yellow-level martial art, a boy with only a little over 400 Yuan Power, has done it!

Sun Na watched Li Tian's figure disappear around the corner, chuckled softly, and turned back to look at the screen.

"interesting."

Thirty minutes have passed!

The moment the countdown reached zero, a crisp notification sound rang out above the hatch.

drop--!!!

The green indicator light flashed twice and then went out.

The hatch slowly opened, and white steam poured out from the gaps, swirling and billowing under the lights of the training ground.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the hatch that was opening!