Unlike the previous "12" points, the centaur's "17" points were not only higher, but every single point represented the life of a human Transcendent.
"YHY.K. (Inferior)"
A clear sneer spread across the centaur's face as his hooves shuffled, stepping down from the arena.
The people standing in front of him, including the Transcendent hopefuls, all stepped aside to make way for him.
Only Chen Yu still stood in his original spot, holding a handgun, repeatedly pulling the trigger at the centaur's head.
But the gun never fired.
"Yu!" His plump neighbor was so scared that his hair stood on end, and he quickly grabbed Chen Yu and dragged him aside.
The centaur didn't even give Chen Yu a glance as he walked straight away.
"What are you doing?" the plump neighbor asked, still shaken, panting with fear.
"It cut in line," Chen Yu frowned, fidgeting with the gun in his hand, "Damn, no bullets left."
The plump neighbor: "..."
