393 Final Competition

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Despite the twenty times gravity, the sounds of air being torn apart grew more and more intense, as if an invisible storm was raging inside the small room.

Li Yao's chest was fluctuating fast. Arrow-like breaths were rushing out of his nose. The misty air inside the room twisted and blurred his figure.

It was his sweat which had been vibrated and atomized by his muscles.

Suddenly, the mustard suit on Li Yao's body, which was supposed to be elastic enough to be stretched to ten times its origin length, exploded into shreds the size of a fingernail and spluttered in the room. More than ten deep footprints appeared on the super-alloy floor. Every toe was distinguishable!

A moment later, the stomping noise echoed from the ground like thunder.

A mild synthesized voice came from the walls.

"Beep! Beep! Your time is up!"

"Phew…"