Chapter 984 A Real Knife Hanging over the Word 'Desire'_1

Thomas was holding the rulebook, away from the noisy crowd, found a piece of mechanical wreckage that was hard to recognize but fairly flat on the surface to sit on, and started reading the manual.

When Alita talked about the competition earlier, he just responded with "yes, yes, you're right," without asking for details.

He assumed the [Mobile Ball Game] as [Football], [Basketball], [American Football] kind of games.

Now he was suddenly aware that something seemed to be wrong, and he desperately needed to understand the situation.

Page one: [Contents]

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[Track Designer]

[Track Specifications]

[Mobile Ball Specifications]

[Organizing Personnel]

[Team Composition]

[Competition Modes]

[Basic Rules & Penal Measures]

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He used quantum reading and quickly scanned the names of the track architect and consultant of this underground arena.

He barely skimmed the detailed specs of the track, just remembered that it's circular, 3 kilometers per lap.