Four days later.
Neo leaned against a tree, eyes half-lidded with curiosity.
"Yo Shiro, what do you think the next test's gonna be?"
Shiro, arms crossed and gaze steady, replied calmly,
"We'll find out in two minutes."
Suddenly—BOOM!
Dust kicked up. A motorcycle roared through the air and landed hard.
From it stepped a familiar face, twisted with a smirk that oozed chaos.
"Hello, candidates. I'm your second test administrator. Name's Two Face."
Neo stood up instantly, fire in his voice.
"YOU BASTARD! You still haven't paid for my broken window!"
Shiro chimed in just as fast, pointing with irritation.
"And where's my money, huh?"
Two Face tilted his head, pretending to squint.
"Who even are you guys?"
He laughed, then got serious.
"Alright, here's how it works. Before we set foot on the next island, we need to trim the numbers. You have 30 minutes. No rules, no teams. Eliminate whoever you want. Survive however you can."
The tension snapped. In an instant, Reinhard lunged forward, taking someone down.
Tian Yu moved like a phantom, swift and calculated.
Neo didn't hesitate — he ran. Slipped into the shadows, using his sharp mind over brute strength.
He watched, waited, breathed in silence.
Shiro? He did something no one expected.
He grabbed a broken chair, dragged it to the center of the battlefield, and sat down calmly. Arms crossed. Eyes closed. Not a single person dared to approach him.
Buzz!
The timer rang. Silence returned.
Only 21 remained out of dozens.
Two Face walked forward, hands in his pockets.
"Well, congrats. You all pass."
Shock rippled through the group like a wave. Relief. Confusion. Maybe a little fear.
And just as things settled…
A new figure stepped forward.
No words yet. But the third test had already begun.