"Boom!"
Along with the sound of the war drum, bits of star mist dissipated, and under the influence of inertia, the already exhausted Ye Xing shot forward.
Just as he was about to crash into the war drum, completely drained of strength, Gustav's eyes flickered, and an invisible force enveloped Ye Xing in mid-air, allowing him to gently land.
Ye Xing slumped to the ground, unable to muster the strength to stand.
Fortunately, he succeeded.
And with the sound of the war drum, the remaining five trainees all came to a stop.
The leading trainee was less than a meter away from the drum, close enough to almost touch the drum surface.
The trainee first cast a glance at Ye Xing; in his eyes, beyond surprise, there was also a trace of anger.
At the last moment, the fruit of victory was taken away, how could he not be angry?
He turned his gaze towards Gustav.
