Chapter 1168: 934: Death Race Mode

Capítulo 1168: Chapter 934: Death Race Mode

Mentor Bach?

Confusion flashed in Mu Fan’s eyes.

But with the isolation of the Biological Repair Chamber, he could not hear any outside sounds.

“How is his recovery?”

Bach asked.

A female physician withdrew her intense gaze, slightly confused, “Wasn’t he just sent here?”

Hearing this, Bach furrowed his brow and slapped his own forehead.

“Sorry.”

The situation outside changed so quickly; who could have imagined that the exchange tournament would progress so smoothly, but now…

“Help me open the chamber door, I have something to say.”

The staff beside him immediately opened the communication port of the Biological Repair Chamber, and Bach made eye contact with Mu Fan.

“There’s been a development; just moments ago, we won two consecutive rounds.”

Hearing this, Mu Fan was stunned. He said somewhat blankly, “I feel like I just got in here less than 4 hours ago.”

“I can’t believe it either, but that’s the reality now. Isn’t it miraculous? The rules are beginning to change,” Bach said irritably. How did this year’s academy exchange tournament come up with so many twists and turns?

And yet, these rule changes were approved by some big names from the two Councils.

“If the situation weren’t special, you wouldn’t have come to find me, right?”

Mu Fan replied with a smile.

“That’s right. Our Dingchuan Academy has now entered the quarter-finals. The situation is very special and quite troubling,” Bach rubbed his head, organizing his thoughts, and said helplessly, “From now on, the Fighting Tournament and the Mecha Tournament will proceed simultaneously, and all team members will be split up to engage in a free-for-all. You can consider it a completely new competition.”

“Everyone will determine their final rank, and scores will be calculated based on the rankings. The sum of all participants’ scores will determine the final ranking.”

“Meanwhile, the top five contestants from each academy’s final ranking will form a team for the mecha team battle.”

“The registration time is tight; each academy only has 1 hour.”

Mu Fan understood. The reason Bach was troubled now was because he was giving Mu Fan an option.

To register for the Fighting Tournament or the Mecha Tournament.

It’s clear that the current situation doesn’t allow Mu Fan to engage in dual-line combat.

Moreover, the originally mentioned two-day treatment might have to end immediately.

Bach knew that asking Mu Fan to compete while injured was a very difficult request, but the current situation was quite unfavorable for Dingchuan Academy.

Silence fell within the Biological Repair Chamber…

Mu Fan saw the difficulty in Bach’s eyes and smiled, “The mecha battle carries more weight, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then the Mecha Tournament it is.”

Mu Fan smiled.

“The Mecha Tournament will adopt a Sky Pyramid climbing competition mode. Random grouping, one-on-one battles, and the victor proceeds to the next battleground and can rest in advance. If you’re the last to enter the arena, then…”

“Do I need to fight immediately?” Mu Fan raised his eyebrows.

“Yes. This mode has a new name: Death Race.”

Just through Bach’s words, one could sense the danger within, emitting a suffocating pressure, compressing all time to the shortest possible.

Everyone must quickly resolve their battles to strive for a break before the next round.

Moreover, everyone will change the battleground after each fight.

What a grand scale!

The most critical factor is that no one has time to catch a breath.

The battles will continue one after another.

Until the final victor emerges in the finals!

“Since it’s your first appearance this year, you can’t be designated as a seed player, so your battles will start from the first match and continue to the end. Your body…” Bach’s voice was filled with deep worry.

Sixty-five bleeding points in his internal organs; four hours of immersion hadn’t even completed the preparatory phase of treatment.

If Mu Fan agrees, it means his body’s condition will persist until the end.

Yet, under this mode, opponents will only grow stronger…

“Quick battles are to my liking,” Mu Fan interrupted Bach.

A hearty smile hung on his face, “Mentor Bach, please open the biological cabin for me.”

“After all, this is more like a real fight, isn’t it?”

Mu Fan supported the hatch with one hand and stood up directly from the cell repair tank.

Pale green liquid flowed down the surface of his skin.

Mu Fan lightly supported himself and leaped to the ground, casually grabbing a towel as he walked to the drying room, his nonchalant voice trailing behind, “If I miss this opportunity, I would regret it.”

After he finished speaking, all that was left for Bach was Mu Fan’s carefree back, until he leisurely disappeared.

Bach stared blankly in the direction Mu Fan disappeared, taking a long time before murmuring to himself, “Stubborn kid… I owe you one.”

“Cough.”

Mu Fan casually took out the Black communicator and metal watch from the safe and put them on, his chest slightly tickling.

“The hidden ailments from your battles need thorough healing,” Black kindly reminded. It wouldn’t want anything to go wrong with Mu Fan’s body. Even if it meant skipping the tournament, he should not sustain injuries.

A finite life should be dedicated to nobler endeavors.

Like pursuing the universe’s secrets, exploring the existence of higher technological civilizations, and continuously expanding the scale of Shadow Island…

Any of these tasks seems, to Black, far more important than this exchange tournament.

Human pursuits of glory and recognition are things that this intelligent life form, Black, could never quite understand.

“I’ll think about it after the fight. Has anything happened recently?”

Mu Fan put on Dingchuan Academy’s combat uniform, casually asking.

“Yes! But it’s not directed at you; the security level around Dawn Academy has simultaneously elevated, appearing to guard against something. However, no developments have been detected from those trackers. The limited number of surveillance I control is civilian-grade at the lowest level. Given the lack of light computer clusters, silent military-grade intrusions are impossible; the Capital Star’s network defense is more than twenty times that of Blue Capital Star.”

“However, based on the calculations from the cameras under my control these days, no suspicious trace intending to approach you has been found, so you can rest easy for the time being.”

“That’s good.”

Somehow, Mu Fan suddenly recalled a meeting with Colonel Wang Lingfeng, feeling somewhat uneasy as he zipped up the last of his combat uniform, staring at his angular reflection in the mirror.

“If someone thinks you’re not outstanding enough, then ultimately you need to prove yourself to this world.”

Turning his gaze, Mu Fan saw the travel bag Lu Qingxue had left him.

He walked over and unzipped it; everything inside was neatly arranged, except for three remaining Molten Magma Fruits.

A trace of warmth flashed in Mu Fan’s eyes.

That figure, cold as snow, always appeared inadvertently in his mind.

Lu Qingxue’s quiet and clear eyes had once given him the greatest encouragement and support.

Their conversations were few, but each action, a glance, caused them to resonate instantly.

Senior Sister, although you didn’t say when you would meet again when you left, if I finish these four fruits, I might ask you for more.

As he thought of this, a strange sense of relaxation overcame him. Mu Fan grinned, reached in, gently grasped a Molten Magma Fruit, and slowly brought it to his mouth.

With one bite, the intense fragrance turned into juice that flowed into his stomach, followed by a surge of violent energy rushing through his limbs and bones.

Right hand holding the fruit, left hand hooking a jacket, Mu Fan casually walked out.

“All contestants, please gather; the battleground will be changed.”

“This will be the last arena for heroes—Sky Pyramid!”