Chapter 645: Chapter 645 Only One Person Came Out


    Inside the resting lounge, more and more yers were gathering.


    The walls of the lounge were made up of a series of square sections. Each time a qualifying round ended, one of the squares would emit a blinding white light, and the victorious yers would emerge from within.


    At times, there would be three or five of them, or even as many as seven or eight.


    Bai Youwei anxiously waited for the appearance of Shen Mo, Tan Xiao, and the others, but to no avail.


    She sat in her wheelchair, her fingers tightly inteced with unease, feeling unbearably terrible.


    Without Shen Mo, without Tan Xiao, without Teacher Cheng and without Pan Xiaoxin, she had nothing! Even though Yan Qingwen and Lu Yuwen were by her side, it was not the same.


    She repeatedly forced herself not to let her thoughts wander but instead focused her energy on the selection match itself.


    —241 yers, 5 resigned, 197 registered as King, and 39 registered as subjects.


    Which is to say, 236 yers participated in the qualifying match. Assuming 30 people were in a match, there would be around eight games. If each game selected about 5 yers, there would be 40 yers left…no, something’s not right. The majority of yers registered as Kings, so even if they lost, they would remain as subjects.


    If Shen Mo, who registered as King, lost, he would be a subject. So, there’s no problem…Tan Xiao and Pan Xiaoxin registered as subjects. If they lost, they would bemoners. It didn’t matter, being amoner might even suit them better.<div>


    So, why was she worried?


    What was she worried about…N?v(el)B\\jnn


    Bai Youwei was restless.


    She suddenly heard amotion not far from her and looked up to see another square emitting white light—


    A blood-drenched person was slowly emerging…


    God knows what sort of brutal game he had participated in, but he was drenched head-to-toe in blood! Even his hair was soaked, droplets of blood trickling down from it.


    The only clean part of him was a pair of gloves—pristine white.


    “It’s White Glove.” Yan Qingwen observed the figure coldly. “He is the only one who came out.”


    Just one person emerging meant that only one person was victorious.


    What about the rest?


    The number of yers in each game ranged from 20 to 30. Could all of them be weaker than White Glove?


    All the spections were fear-inducing.


    Everyone retreated with apprehension, avoiding White Glove who stood at the center. Their multicolored gazes scanned him, observing and wary of him.


    Some whispered among themselves: “The yers who ended up against this guy are simply unlucky. Look at all that blood, they must’ve all died at his hands.”


    Bai Youwei’s heart pounded erratically, leaving her breathless.


    Suddenly, another side of the wall also emitted white light, Shen Mo, Tan Xiao, and Su Man and others emerged from it.


    Bai Youwei’s heart stopped beating abruptly—


    It’s as if it halted in the air and then slowly lowered. ..


    Finally, she regained her breath.<div>


    The feeling was like descending from Heaven to Hell.


    She exhaled a long breath and looked at Shen Mo with a rxed smile on her face.


    Shen Mo embraced her as he walked over then turned to look at Yan Qingwen, Lu Yuwen, and Ya Chaohui standing next to her, asking: “Where are Fang Yu and Xiaoxin?”


    A single simple question left both Bai Youwei and Ya Chaohui speechless.<div>


    Seeing their reactions, Shen Mo got an idea. He paused for two seconds and asked again: “Did something happen to them?”


    Ya Chaohui looked down in dismay, offering no response. He wasn’t sure how to answer.


    Bai Youwei held Shen Mo’s hand tightly and murmured: “Xiaoxin hasn’te out yet.”


    Not seeing Xiaoxin implied that she had seen Fang Yu, and consciously not mentioning him obviously meant Fang Yu was in trouble.


    Shen Mo stayed silent and didn’t ask further.


    Noticing the peculiar nces around him, he looked towards White Glove along with everyone else. Soon, the striking blood on the floor disappeared, leaving the floor as impably as white.


    Bai Youwei didn’t dare to think about what would have happened if Pan Xiaoxin had encountered White Glove in the game…


    “The preliminaries are not over yet.” Shen Mo held her hand tightly, consoling her in a low voice, “Wait a little longer.”


    Bai Youwei closed her eyes and nodded slowly.