There were others too—Most of them new realm players.
Every single one of them was still standing like nothing was happening.
Some of them even had their arms crossed, heads tilted, like they were bored.
Not a drop of sweat.
Not a flinch.
It was like the pressure didn't even exist for them.
Too comfortable…
Alex didn't like that.
Then, without warning, the Proctor raised his hand again.
And the pressure increased.
BOOM!
The aura slammed down again.
Harder. Heavier.
Like a second wave in a tsunami, crashing right on top of the first.
WHUMP!
Three more players dropped.
One let out a sharp scream, clutching his head as he curled into a fetal position. His body twitched once… then vanished in a flash of light.
The second toppled over like a statue—stiff, silent, and frozen mid-breath before hitting the ground with a thud. Gone.
The third fought it, his knees buckling.
Gritted his teeth.
Yelled.
Really hit that super saiyan note.
But he was not that guy.
