221: Second level of trial

Pan Han and Cheng Xiao had an in-depth conversation for several tens of minutes before finally falling asleep peacefully.

The next day, in the evening, after everyone had eaten, they set off for the Fighting Hall at the Trialist Base.

This was the venue for the second round of the competition.

The rules of the competition were simple: head-to-head combat!

Each Trialist started with 20 points, but they had to complete 4 rounds; losing deducted 5 points, and winning gained 5 points.

After four rounds, it was possible to still have 0 points!

If the first round tested the use of various weapons and luck, then this round was a pure test of close-quarters combat ability.

All 288 Trialists had a mysterious confidence radiating from their faces.

Because to have survived so many years in the apocalypse and become a regional lord, they all had to fight their way up!

Every single one of them was a formidable individual!

Therefore, everyone was exceptionally confident in their fighting abilities!

Pan Han was no exception; after clearing 100 levels in the first round, he felt he had grown even stronger.

And most of the companions were even somewhat excited.

After all, being able to witness so many high-level matches would give them bragging rights back home!

Most importantly, the killing gene was already etched into everyone's hearts.

Pan Han, arm-in-arm with Cheng Xiao, arrived at the Fighting Hall, looking at it with affection.

The entire Fighting Hall building was constructed from sturdy concrete and steel, its exterior filled with a sense of modern technology.

The outer walls presented a silver-gray metallic texture, reflecting the glow of the setting sun.

The massive main entrance opened, revealing a spacious hall. The interior of the hall was brightly lit and well-ventilated.

In the very center was a huge arena, covered with soft rubber flooring to reduce injuries from falls and tumbles for the participants.

Sturdy railings surrounded the arena to ensure the safety of the spectators.

The spectator stands were located around the arena, with multiple tiers of seating capable of accommodating a large audience.

In addition to the spectator stands, there were also some special areas, including media and judging stands, used for reporting and evaluating the matches.

The media stands were fully equipped with cameras and equipment, recording every exciting duel.

An excited atmosphere permeated the entire Fighting Hall, with everyone eager to display their strength and vie for victory.

Looking further inside, Pan Han discovered that the spectator stands were actually full of people!

People were in high spirits, anticipating fierce combat duels.

Pan Han was stunned: "Why are there so many people? There are only a little over two hundred companions!"

Just as Cheng Xiao was about to answer, someone behind them suddenly patted their shoulders.

"Who?" Pan Han tensed up. Ever since he had advanced to the peak of a low-level Evolver, he had never been suddenly attacked without knowing it.

He turned his head sharply, and it turned out to be Mo Li!

This made sense. Mo Li was an Intermediate Evolver, so approaching Pan Han stealthily was as easy as flipping a hand!

"Mr. Mo!"

"Mo Dage!"

Pan Han and Cheng Xiao exclaimed in unison!

"Haha, congratulations, Big Brother!" Mo Li now looked at Pan Han with complete satisfaction; after all, he had brought him face!

"Mr. Mo, you jest. It was just good luck! How could I be worthy of being Big Brother!" Pan Han quickly waved his hand.

Not only was he lucky, but he had also cheated!

Others didn't know, but he and Cheng Xiao knew it as clearly as a mirror!

"No need to be modest, Lord Pan, luck is also a part of strength!" Mo Li said with a smile.

"Mr. Mo, are you also here to watch the competition?" Cheng Xiao let go of Pan Han and went to Mo Li's side, asking warmly.

"Yes! This competition is open to the public, and the ticket prices aren't low either."

"No wonder there are so many people. Are they all from your Twelve Palaces?"

"Yes, and some people brought their families. Hey, let's not stay outside, let's go inside, it's about to start." Mo Li checked his watch; there was still half an hour until the competition began.

"Alright, Mr. Mo, please!"

The three walked together, arriving at the fighting arena.

According to the rules, companions had a designated area.

But Mo Li spent a large sum of money to book a VIP private room and directly took Cheng Xiao inside.

After Pan Han bid farewell to the two, he went to the Trialist waiting area.

"Trialists, please change into your competition attire!" A staff member announced through a loudspeaker.

Then everyone was directed into the changing rooms, where each person had a locker corresponding to their number.

Pan Han went to number 200, inserted his Trialist ID, opened the locker, and took out his competition attire.

Pan Han's set was a form-fitting black tracksuit, soft and smooth to the touch, and very elastic when pulled hard.

The upper body was a close-fitting short-sleeved compression shirt, clearly made of high-tech material, providing excellent protection and comfort.

The design of the clothing was simple and elegant, without excessive decoration, only some reinforced areas for better protection.

The lower body consisted of slim-fit athletic pants, conforming to the leg's contours, allowing the participant's movements to be more agile and free.

The material of the pants also had good elasticity and breathability, keeping the participant comfortable during intense competition.

After putting it on, Pan Han looked in the mirror and couldn't help but praise himself: "My figure is too perfect. If I were a girl, I'd marry myself!"

"Oh, handsome! Nice figure, and your face is so fair!" A seductive woman next to him stepped forward to strike up a conversation.

One good thing about the changing room was that it wasn't separated by gender; everyone changed together!

What was gender segregation? Completely unknown!

Especially after women couldn't bear children, the greatest obligation and characteristic of females also ceased to exist.

Instead, it created true gender equality!

In the apocalypse, only strength was believed in! Whoever was strong was awesome, and everyone listened to the strong!

Now there was no chaos! The female martial artists were gone too!

Now there was only division of labor under the order of the strong; those who survived all had their own value, were assigned work according to their specialties, and received remuneration according to their labor!

"Thank you, beautiful! You're not bad either!" Pan Han saw that she was seductive and enchanting, with a top-notch figure, and seemed to have no ill intentions, so he smiled.

"You're Big Brother Pan Han, aren't you?" The seductive woman's eyebrows slightly arched, her face blooming like a peach blossom.

"You flatter me." Pan Han put away his clothes, ready to leave.

"Hey, don't be in such a hurry to leave!" The seductive woman suddenly blocked his way, her two peaks swaying.

"Beautiful, is there something you need?" Pan Han was dizzy from the swaying of her peaks, so he had to stop.

"Nothing special, it's just that if we happen to meet later, please go easy on me, Big Brother. Yesterday in the first round, I got 0 points. I'm so pitiful!" As she spoke, the seductive woman tried to lean into Pan Han.

"Alright, what's your number?" Pan Han didn't directly refuse; after all, who could openly reject a great beauty?

"Here, number 198!" The seductive woman puffed out her chest, showing Pan Han the number on her chest.

"Alright, I've noted it. If I draw you later, I'll consider it." Pan Han replied with a smile, then turned and left, not engaging in too much conversation.

"Hmph, what's with the attitude! Don't fall into my hands later!" Trialist 198 pouted, even sticking out her tongue at Pan Han's back and giving him the middle finger!

Although Pan Han could sense it, he ignored her and went directly to the waiting area.