Previously, only a select few had been able to escape the trio's formation, a setup so flawlessly synchronized it seemed as if it had been designed with divine precision.
There was no room for flaw, no crack for weakness to creep in. Even those who had attempted to break through its defense had failed, their efforts dissipating like mist in the wind.
Xiao Ming stood off to the side, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his lips as he observed Bai Tingfei's victory.
He had expected nothing less from his fellow comrade. But despite the triumph, a particular silence hung in the air.
It was the kind of silence that followed a victory not yet fully understood—like an arrow still soaring through the air, its destination uncertain.
At a certain threshold, participants were suspended from knowing their true scores.
A mysterious energy imbued within the token restricted one's ability to peer beyond the limitations of the present moment.
