Bab 708: Big Leagues’ Games

A spectral screen appeared in front of Shalen with a countdown timer of 15 minutes. She had 15 minutes to recharge herself and get her act together before the next round of opponents appeared in front of her.

"Haaash!"

Shalen took a long breath and crashed on the spot. She lay on her back and started breathing heavily. Her bosoms heaved as she took long breaths.

"This fucking test. Fucccck! My arm!"

Shalen gripped her left arm's shoulder with her right hand and attempted to snap her dislocated shoulder. When she did, waves of pain and misery crashed onto her already exhausted psyche.

The injuries sustained in the illusory space were real-like. The illusory space followed the logic of the real world. As such, there was no way to ignore the pain felt by the sustained injuries.