Chapter 257: Mistake.

Sweatdrops trickled down the faces of young men and women of the closed room. Their chests moved up and down with rhythmical breathing, and sometimes their bodies twitched but returned to normal shortly afterward.

Ichiro looked at the scene with a calm look as his face looked relaxed like he had everything in control.

He glanced at the smartwatch, and a small smile crept upon his face.

[6:21:02]

[Eliminations: 11]

[Rank: 1]

[Fighters Left: 61]

As Ichiro expected.

No one in the room dared to be the first one to spill blood; instead, everyone took a calm approach.

But, Ichiro is aware that the VIPs don't have great patience, and this stalemate can't last hold forever.

He has felt that the amount of gazes locked onto him had reduced by a lot. There were only a few, and one of them was the individual in the dark room.