Chapter 630: 630: Happy Chaos Field 7

Two minutes later, the man was defeated, leaving his points unchanged.

Shen Mo’s score was 4.

He was still 26 points short of the passing score of 30 points.

Tan Xiao and Su Man thought there should be a little respite at this point, but to their surprise, another challenger stepped out from the audience less than a minute later.

Tan Xiao marveled, “That’s harsh, they’re planning to use on-rotation battles…”

Su Man analyzed, “They think Shen Mo must be worn out after fighting three consecutive matches. So they believe this is the moment…”

“The best chance to score!” Tan Xiao finished her sentence. “Alright, don’t state the obvious. I got it!”

Su Man: “…”

…

The player who climbed onto the stage this time was KO’ed by Shen Mo in less than three minutes.

More challengers followed, but each was knocked out within minutes by Shen Mo.

Of course, Shen Mo’s skill aside, the main reason was that those who came forward to challenge him were just testing the waters, not giving their all.

After all, if they lose at zero points, they wouldn’t lose any points anyway. So why risk a direct confrontation with Shen Mo?

The most likely outcome: earn 1 point for victory, yet also deplete considerable energy, even get injured, then be defeated by the next challenger, and lose points! All the effort for nothing!

So, they couldn’t afford to rush, had to take it slow~

The Brawl Stage was gradually turning into a tug-of-war dominated by Shen Mo.

The points accumulated more and more, and the twenty-odd players showed no sign of backing down.

They were clearly from different countries and of different races, but they had an astonishing tacit understanding on one thing—the strategy of exhausting Shen Mo!

Just like a pack of wolves facing a lion, they bit him turn by turn. Even the mightiest lion would eventually run out of energy under a relentless attack!

However…

They didn’t know what Shen Mo’s limit was.

Unconsciously, seven or eight rounds of brawl later, Shen Mo’s score had increased to 12!

If the player’s score is within 10, they lose 1 point if they lose.

For scores between 10-19, the losing player would lose 5 points.

Meaning, whoever could beat Shen Mo now would get 5 points in one fell swoop!

Facing this, they’re even more unwilling to back down! Some players who’ve already taken the stage once were even eager to go up again!

In their minds, they harbored a glimmer of hope: he’s already fought more than a dozen battles, he must be tired now, right? Surely he’s worn out, right? He’s at his limit, right?

However, they still lost!

Shen Mo was still standing on the Brawl Stage, calm and composed. He had taken Jefferson’s hook, which had turned into the most powerful weapon in the field.

In the audience, some muttered impatiently, “Has he used some special prop? How else could he maintain this pace?”

“No, he is tired,” replied someone, “Didn’t you notice? Initially, he only took 1 minute to beat someone. It gradually increased to 2 minutes, then 3 minutes… The last fight took him a full 7 minutes! He’s reached his limit, just holding on and pretending to be relaxed to fool us all!”

A man with a thick mustache stood up, unwilling to admit defeat, “I’ll go give it another try!”

“You’re going again? You’ve already lost twice!”

“Maybe I can win this time! Who wouldn’t want 5 points?!” The mustachioed man strode towards the stage.

In the back of the stands, a muted laughter resonated.

Everyone turned their gaze to that direction, where a robust-looking Russian man, around forty years old, with a scruffy beard, was sprawled out. His crossed legs were resting on the back of the chair, and his boots were spreading a horrible smell.

This guy had been sleeping in the back row since the beginning of the game. He hadn’t participated in any of the brawls!

Someone asked him, “Hey! Beardo, what are you laughing at?!”

“Laughing at you idiots…” the bearded man lazily glanced at the stage, “Just wait and see, they’re still going to lose.”