129 Race No Lower Limit_1
Translator: 549690339
Shen Yali said a lot, but it all boiled down to one sentence.
A feast for the gluttonous, an abundance of programs is ready. However, this is a deathmatch, and it won't stop until the moment of losing consciousness—
Unless one voluntarily quits the competition.
The atmosphere of the competition field was different from the first two rounds. It was heavier and more tense.
The champion would be born among these three people, but who would it be?
Before the start of the match, the players were warming up, and the bullet comments were already crazy.
The cheers for Chi Yue and Shen Lan were loud, while Liu Ruonan had always been unanimously regarded by the audience as just a supporting act, a born side character. That would be fine, but the bullet comments always mixed in some malicious remarks hidden behind the "cheers".
"So ugly, how dare you come out and make a fool of yourself?"