597 Actually, I Have No Choice Too

The Last Man Standing Contest was now in full swing.

One after another, batches of deceased players re-entered the contest and were given one minute and fifteen seconds for pre-battle preparations, while some remained in the Purge Tower to continue the unfinished battle.

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Bam!

Two gray Warriors were seen clashing in one of the battlefields. The more resilient figure did not budge while his Swordmaster opponent backed away a few steps as if he had hit an impenetrable iron wall. The latter quickly took out a potion from his pouch bag and gulped in hastily.

'F*ck, are you even human?' The Swordmaster cussed silently while locking his sights on the Berserker, who did not come after him after the clash.

Although his damage had been halved, he still found it difficult to accept that his Tier 5 Skill couldn't even deal a hundred damage on his opponent.