The sprawling Tri-Use Conference Hall was buzzing with voices, as if the temperature had risen a few degrees.
Among the crowd, some students were holding their heads and sobbing, while many others appeared to be in high spirits.
Lv Bai stood up from the chair in the corner and slowly exhaled a breath.
Even without actively observing, he could feel the gazes cast towards him from all around.
After two consecutive rounds of being first, it was clearly impossible for him to continue being inconspicuous.
As soon as this round of deathmatch concluded, many immediately shifted their attention to him.
After all, the first three rounds of deathmatch for these students had completely ended.
A significant portion of students could only return to ordinary life; those eligible to become formal Death Fighters were indeed few.
Of course, during the first three rounds of deathmatch, these students could already have a sense of whether they had the ability to become formal Death Fighters.
