Chapter 129 -There's No Fun in Forfeiting.

They arrived a little later than they expected. Their instructor hurried them up.

"Move it. Your names are being called. "

Danny looked at Wilson. "You hear anything?"

"I can't even feel my head anymore. All I know is that it's still there." Wilson responded. He had hit his head too many times while Dash held his knife and threatened to mistakenly stab every three to five seconds.

"Just hurry up!" Charlie shouted at them as he shoved Dash into a sprint.

As they neared the crowd of spectators out in the open, surrounding the ring, they heard the announcer speaking.

"...if they do not available in the next ten seconds, the devourers will automatically qualify for the semifinals." The announcer said.

"...Ten.."

"Wilson!" Charlie called. Wilson did not need to be told. He bent his knees and accelerated down a narrow passage between the murmuring spectators.

The countdown had reached one by the time Wilson jumped from the floor into the ring.

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