The First Team Competition

The exciting Player Kill competition had finally begun. The four teams competing that morning had already stepped into the forty-meter wide fiery red arena at White Deer Giant Stadium's center.

The other teams that had yet to participate sat in the viewing area, waiting for the competition to begin.

The first eight matches in Zone A would occur that morning. Team Moss, which had drawn lot number two, would make their debut in the first round of the competition.

As soon as they reached the center of the arena, Alan put his arm around Moss's shoulder. He was nervous as he smiled awkwardly. Then he said worriedly, "Moss, I think I ate too many beans this morning. Why is my stomach hurting? The competition is about to start, and I..."

Moss raised his thick eyebrows, took a deep breath, and calmly said, "Don't make a fuss, Alan. Try not to show it, or you will soon become their primary target."