'I've reached half the challenge... I still need to endure another 50 minutes, but I'm exhausted, I need to strengthen my magic with the mana zone, fortunately, I received a stamina enhancement...' Xin thought as he dodged the claws of a monster.
He tried to dodge, but a monster was already waiting for him to do so, his reflexes sensed it, otherwise, he would have lost his arm at that moment.
'These monsters are adapting to me... that's why no one enters this place.' He thought as he healed the arm injured by the monster.
As time advanced, Xin maintained his strategy, adapting to each new wave of monsters as well. He was exhausted and his clothes were quite torn; he could not replace his leather armor, so he just had to rely on his defensive magic.
Xin fought as if he were a storm personified, a warrior whose heart burned with the flame of determination. In this frenetic battlefield, with explosions and monsters everywhere, he was not just a fighter; he was a conductor, directing an orchestra of chaos and power.
Time passed and exhaustion increasingly took hold of Xin, he might have infinite mana, but his stamina was not the same and in a battle where he needed to move all the time, yet his determination remained unshakable.
He was in the final stretch of his audacious challenge: to spend 100 minutes in one of the most dangerous places in the dungeon ever recorded. Each minute was a test of his endurance, skill, and will to win.
The continuous sound of thunder and the intermittent glow of lightning became the constant rhythm of the battle.
Xin, now a master at positioning electric traps, created a lethal barrier that decimated waves of monsters daring to approach, allowing him to breathe for a few seconds.
His strategies and magical abilities, combined with his physical endurance, were the key to his survival.
As time moved on, Xin continued to adapt to the ever-increasing challenges. Replenishing all his support and defense spells at this crucial moment was necessary to maintain the agility required to dodge and react quickly to the monsters' attacks.
His clothes were stained with ash and sweat, and his breathing was heavy, but his eyes shone with fierce intensity. He had not just survived; he had mastered the Coliseum.
Finally, the moment arrived. The timer hit 100 minutes, and a wave of relief and satisfaction swept over Xin.
He had achieved his goal, the Coliseum, once an unrelenting battlefield, had become a stage for the display of his strength and determination.
However, the battle in the Coliseum knew no end. Creatures continued to emerge in endless waves, an inexhaustible supply of monsters generated by the Dungeon. With each passing moment, new adversaries emerged, keeping the tension and danger at extreme levels.
Xin realized that although he had achieved his goal, it was time to withdraw. There were no more points to be gained there, and each additional second was an unnecessary risk in his current state.
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