His expression didn't even flicker. He simply started walking, climbing upward at an unhurried pace.
The first level, the second, the third...
With each level ascended, the mental pressure would multiply.
Across the square, a starkly different scene quickly unfolded.
Some, like Qin Feng, walked with light steps and a composed demeanor, as if strolling through their own backyard garden.
Others, however, began to struggle after a dozen or so levels. Their faces turned pale, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped from their foreheads.
Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, as if they were shouldering an invisible mountain.
"Aaaargh—!"
Finally, somewhere around the twentieth level, the first student unable to bear it let out a wretched, unwilling cry.
The light faded from his eyes. His body went limp, and he tumbled right off the steps.
A soft glow caught him, gently delivering him to the elimination area in the square.
