A bit of sweat trickled down Victor's jaw.
'Hmm is this my limit without using qi?'
But he wasn't done.
He proceeded to smash another...
Then another...
By the time he smashed the fourth ball of Level 8, the onlookers were already roaring in excitement.
"Holy crap!"
"He might actually beat her!"
"Nah impossible, I just found out he's B ranked."
Even Veyla narrowed her golden eyes slightly.
Victor entered Level 9.
And here… he met his match.
The balls at this stage felt like trying to crush a slab of star-forged steel.
He tightened his grip and gritted his teeth.
For thirty seconds he squeezed but it didn't crack.
A loud beep echoed.
[ Failure — Final Score: Level 8 Completed, Level 9 Attempted ]
Victor stumbled out of the zone while rolling his shoulders and laughing softly.
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"Damn, man, you almost made it!" Danny said before slapping him on the back.
"Better than me too," Derek muttered with a scowl with a half-impressed look.
