Inside the Tri-Use Conference Hall.
Students about to engage in the death duel have all reached their designated positions, quietly awaiting the arrival of the second round of the death duel.
"Everyone, please relax and stay calm." Chen Li sat at the podium, casually saying comforting words.
Liang Fuzhong and other class advisors finished counting the number of students and returned to the podium one by one.
Many students raised their eyes to look at the enormous clock at the top of the hall.
The longest second hand on the clock face is steadily approaching the scheduled time.
No one needs to step forward specially to maintain order; the students inside have already quieted down spontaneously.
Over the centuries, everyone knows that the Deathmatch System is exceptionally punctual, never experiencing delays.
Students, including the faculty, are looking at the clock at the top, chanting in their hearts.
"Three."
"Two."
"One."
