Time ticked by slowly, and soon, the half-hour time limit was nearly up. The screen flickered, and Nolan Rhodes had already emerged.
Meanwhile, Marshall Morgan's score remained stagnant, but he hadn't exited yet.
"He's holding on, but this is the pre-selection competition, scores are what matter. What's the point of just holding on there?"
Connor Adler sneered.
But the next moment, his eyes practically popped out, his mouth agape enough to swallow a dead rat.
Suddenly, on the first stele, Marshall Morgan's stagnant score surged once more, and at a terrifying speed.
The expressions of the others on the scene mirrored Connor Adler's; they were all mouth agape, eyes wide.
"How is this possible? How can Marshall Morgan's score suddenly skyrocket?"
"Did he just hide his true power earlier?"
"No way, right?"
The crowd buzzed with speculation, even Fintan Acies looked utterly stunned.
