End of Competition

"Huh~"

Maximus took a deep breath and felt relief as he healed himself.

"It's too dangerous," he thought.

But, observing the increase in his soul's will, he wanted to do it one more time.

Anyway, he knew he wouldn't truly die.

He just let his soul crumble because he felt in that state, the increase in his Soul Will skyrocketed.

Unfortunately, he couldn't convey this desire to stay longer to Tintin.

As his physical body and spiritual consciousness had been temporarily damaged at that moment.

"If I had stayed longer, maybe my soul's will would have caught up to my soul's amplitude," Maximus thought but quickly shook his head.

"I should be more careful in the future."

"After all, there are system points; there's no need to endanger myself."

After healing his body and soul, he looked around.

Just like him, the other students were recovering from the oppressive pressure they had just endured.