The clockwork fairy suddenly stopped in mid-air.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally flew forward.

Fang Yu breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but open one eye and look at the position of contestant No. 6.

What he didn't expect was that the other party was also looking in his direction. He first saw a pair of cold but beautiful eyes, those of a young man. The other party looked at him indifferently, and his eyes stopped on him.

As if to remember him.

But this man was just like him, wearing a long cloak with the hood pulled up and the collar turned up, leaving only his eyes exposed and his appearance barely visible.

It can only be vaguely seen that he is a very handsome and beautiful young man.

Then the other party turned around.

Fang Yu was stunned for a moment and had to regain his composure - after all, the game was not over yet.

When the two of them were fighting before, two clockwork goblins had already surpassed them one after another, but Fang Plover was not in a hurry. In fact, this was exactly what he wanted. He naively thought that the further behind he was, the more attention he would attract.

few.

The second level of the curved corridor is a relatively simple part of the competition. The contestants start to speed up here, but Fang Plover has become more "experienced".

He is slowing down.

In full view of the public.

Others looked at this scene with bewildered expressions.

At first, they thought that the previous fight had exhausted the energy of the No. 12 player and reduced his control level, so it was inevitable that he would slow down a bit.

"Ha," the fat man seemed to have found his voice, and turned around to introduce to the others: "This guy also seems to have a silver wax gun tip. His skills are average, but he doesn't last long -"

Unfortunately, the first assessment does not require ranking.

He secretly felt a little regretful in his heart.

But it was a pity that he couldn't go on anymore.

Because under everyone's gaze, Clockwork Fairy No. 12 was still slowing down, and had even fallen all the way to the third-to-last position. At this time, even a weakling could see that this guy was deliberately slowing down.

speed.

What on earth is this guy thinking?

Everyone was confused.

Because no matter how the control level drops, it won't suddenly look like a different person is controlling it. Not far away, the dwarf referee saw his face turning green and white. If it weren't restricted by the rules of the game, he would have wanted to give it to this guy directly.

A warning for a negative match.

But Fang Plover had no idea about this.

He was even slightly proud of himself. He should be considered more mature and stable now, right? He thought to himself that Miss Scarpet once said to him that being in the limelight in Aitaria is sometimes not a good thing.

Now he thinks so.

"Miss Scarpe, the new member of the Dawn Star Adventure Group, has gradually grown up." Fang Yu thought silently in his heart.

But the curved corridors eventually have an end.

Soon after arriving at the door of the third level, Fang Plover was a little at a loss again. He didn't know how to slow down here. If he slowed down any further, he would stall and fall in the turbulence.

The third level is undoubtedly the most difficult part of the game, and everyone will have a headache here without exception.

The biggest headache for excellent combat craftsmen is how to fly better and faster.

The trouble for a clumsy combat craftsman is how to fly safely to the finish line.

What bothers Fang Plover is how to fly slower.

But he had no choice but to bite the bullet and fly in.

Then a spectacle occurred.

Everyone saw Clockwork Fairy No. 12 being blown left and right by the air current, teetering on the edge, as if it would be kicked out at any time. But it was as steady as an old dog, no matter how low it flew, how thrilling it was, or how outrageous its flying attitude was.

It just doesn't hit the ground.

Not only did they not land, they also passed the clockwork fairies in front of them one after another.

Fang Yu couldn't help but sweat profusely, but what he was anxious about was not how to pass the test, but how to let others surpass him. So with this infinitely entangled spirit, he flew over the finish line third.

He couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Then lift up the goggles.

And then?

There is no more.

Because as soon as Fang Yu took off his goggles, he saw that almost all the eyes in the entire competition area were focused on him, with wide eyes and small eyes.

He was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but stammered: "You, what are you looking at me doing?"

"I, I am the third one?"
Chapter completed!