The rules of the dummy massacre game were quite simple.
A contestant would be brought inside of a private room. In it were multiple combat dummies waiting in the room; each programmed to have different combat styles.
A timer would be set up in the corner of the room, and the goal was to eliminate all of the dummies within that specified amount of time.
If the contestant failed to win during that time limit, they were eliminated from the game.
Because of the overwhelming number of participants, multiple different groups were created and only the top five of each group were allowed to pass to the next round. Therefore, even if an individual managed to defeat all of the dummies, they were not guaranteed a chance to pass to the next round.
For those participating, time was of the essence. The fewer mistakes they made, the less time they would lose.
[Arena grounds]
"All done"
"Thank you"
Thanking a female attendant, I walked away and looked at my wrist. Wrapped around it was a black bracelet.
The bracelet was an artifact designed to suppress someone's rank.
'Tsk, I can certainly feel my rank getting suppressed', I thought as I inwardly clicked my tongue.
Typically it was used on prisoners; in this case, it was to make the competition fairer. Give the lower academies a better chance.
Arriving at the edge of the arena grounds where a large metal door stood, I waited for my turn to start.
Behind the metal door was the room that led to the dummy massacre game.
Originally it used to be an indoor training ground, but just for the tournament, it was converted into the area that would be used to hold the dummy massacre games.
'This feels weird...'
As I was waiting for my turn, ever so slightly, the edges of my lips twitched.
Amongst the participants present, I was the one that attracted the most attention. Everyone's eyes were on me.
Even though I wasn't the only first-year participant coming from the Lock, if someone here wasn't living under a rock, they would've seen my face on the news a month back.
I was the top dog in my group. Everyone knew that. Their wariness and apprehension towards me made sense. I too would've done the same had I been in their position.
—Beep! —Beep!
[Contenstant, Jude Wright; Time ➤ 2: 37 seconds]
—Shuaaa!
The metallic doors suddenly opened and a confident youth walked out. Wearing a green-colored uniform the youth turned around and looked at his score.
A smirk emerged on his face.
[Dummy massacre group 9]
「1」— 2 : 37; [Jude Wright/Rowlan Academy]
「2」— 2 : 40; [Dan Potter/Lutwik Academy]
「3」— 2 : 55; [Odessa Mack/Citadel Academy]
「4」— 2 : 59; [Willie Morin/Velmont Academy]
「5」— 3 : 01; [Luo Xuegang/Cape Croal Academy]
"So two minutes and a half is enough to get first place?"
This was a lot lower than I had expected. From when I practiced a few weeks backs, my all-time high score was in the early two minutes.
Furthermore, the only reason it was still in the two minutes range was because I never went all out.
Had I gone all out, my score would've been drastically different.
'Hm?'
Whilst I was looking at the scoreboard, I suddenly felt a stare directed towards my direction. Turning around, I found the same youth from before, Jude Wright, provocatively looking at me.
Almost as if he was saying, 'try beating my score'
"He."
Chuckling slightly, I helplessly shook my head.
Seeing him challenge me, I figured that he was very proud of his score. Unfortunately for him, his smile would not last for long.
I was going to give him a bit of a shocker.
「5」— 2 : 59; [Willie Morin]
A/N : Indeed. I've learned from my mistakes. No cliff-hanger. (on this chap)
Chapter end
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