The young man who looked to be only about fourteen or fifteen years old was none other than "Illusion Deer" Trom!
After Trom stepped out, the door slowly vanished, reappearing behind another rock.
Standing on a rock that barely accommodated one person, Trom's expression turned solemn. He hadn't expected to face such a challenging scene in this competition.
Trom surveyed his surroundings; the gloomy sea was relatively calm, and there was no sign of the Ocean Troll yet. But the tang of blood in the air made him feel slightly uneasy. Unable to resist, he closed his eyes and sent out his Spirit Tentacles, trying to sense the situation in the sea in advance.
Just then, the announcer's crisp voice rang out: "It seems that our Illusion Deer contestant is very cautious, understandably, since he's facing the Ocean Troll. But sensing the Ocean Troll this early, even if he does detect it, will that add to his pressure or alleviate it?"
