Old Master Li guessed correctly; the atmosphere at Future Alliance was eerily low-pressure, with everyone looking dispirited like frostbitten eggplants.
After the first two rounds, they had realized just how terrifying the strength of Tianqi Research Institute was.
And it wasn't even Tianqi's A-grade researchers competing, but a girl who had just graduated from high school.
Jiang Jing, sensing the mood was off, forced a relaxed tone: "Although we've lost two rounds, there's still the last one. As long as we win the final competition, that's all that matters."
Her words were true, of course—provided that they could win.
Jiang Jing clenched her fists and gritted her molars. Was Qiao Yun even human?
Even if she was jealous and unwilling to admit that Qiao Yun was stronger, now she had to face the harsh truth: Qiao Yun had a vastly commanding lead over them in the previous two rounds, which was indeed frightening.
