The Fear Of Being Controlled By Death

"Someone chose the hell stage?"

The staff in the control room reported to Tong Hu and the other instructors.

"Hell stage!"

The instructors were dumbstruck.

"Oh, who is it?" Tong Hu was curious. He ordered, "Move the live stream to the big screen."

"Yes!"

The staff shifted one live stream to the big screen in the middle.

"It's that brat!" Tong Hu smiled.

"It's Wang Teng. Why did he choose the hell stage? Is he so confident?"

"Even the top few students in our school don't dare to choose the hell stage."

"Haha, he's a genius. This is normal. The top few students had chosen the hell stage before, but they didn't dare to choose it again after experiencing it once."

The instructors looked at Wang Teng in a daze. All of them felt that Wang Teng would suffer and were looking forward to seeing him in a plight.

In the virtual landscape, Wang Teng was walking on the grassland.