C532 Qualification

Time flew by, and the competition was nearing its end. Qian Zheng's forehead was beaded with sweat, a testament to the toll that prolonged use of Clairvoyance had taken on him. His eyes, too, had reddened from fatigue.

He was desperate to pick up the pace, but the uneven cuts severely hampered his speed. The competition demanded quality, requiring at least twenty stitches per blood vessel