Some people were catapulted by a slight bump, and without the time to react, they crashed into ice pillars tall as towers and died on the spot.
But William only glanced over them, undistracted.
Because he had already experienced all these ways to die, more than once.
He carved a path of perfect arcs on the steep snowy slope, each leap landing precisely on the predetermined position, each dodge expertly avoiding the lurking dangers.
However, the risks here did not only stem from the environment.
As he descended lower and lower, the severity of the conditions slightly decreased, and the number of players increased, which brought about another type of crisis—
Outside the snow track, a group of bandits wrapped up tightly from head to toe burst forth, shouting as they rushed out on snowboards!
These people were here to disrupt!
They wouldn't interfere with players who were taking on the normal challenges, focusing only on those close to completing all eight Ultimate Challenges.
