"Tch. Don't touch me."
Her tone was cold as ice, like she had swatted an annoying fly instead of sending a man flying ten meters with a backhand.
The poor bastard didn't even get a chance to stand up.
The glowing mark on his hand flickered once, then the arena reacted.
FWOP—
A sharp flash of light swallowed him, and he was thrown straight out of the boundary like the exam itself couldn't tolerate his existence anymore.
He hit the grass outside and let out a weak groan.
And just like that…
Only two remained.
Selindra and Carliat.
A quiet tension settled over the arena, thick and heavy. Even the wind seemed to pause just to watch.
The professor adjusted his glasses, then suddenly raised his staff high.
"Since only two contestants remain," he announced loudly, "the final part of this game will be changed!"
Both girls turned their heads toward him at the same time.
The professor gave a small cough before continuing:
