Global Demon Transformation.

Chapter 579 Student Presentation
As Alfonso approached, Alice stiffened, a feeling of nausea enveloping her.

"Remember, you are mine."

Upon hearing this, Alice felt not only fear but also disgust.

I've never felt so nauseous before.

The smell of Alfonso made her want to vomit; it was like rotting flesh soaked in perfume.

The stench wasn't masked by the perfume; instead, it became even stronger, creating a pungent, mixed odor.

Alice's face turned pale. Although she felt nauseous, she tried her best to control her physical urges and dared not show any unusual behavior.

She didn't want to provoke the other party.

She knew that what Alfang wanted was her submission.

From mind to body, and even soul, everything is surrendered to it. The prerequisite for surrender is collapse, a collapse to the point where no thought of resistance can arise.

This is why Alfonso gave her three years to accept the situation.

He was enjoying her fear, enjoying the pleasure of nurturing her.

"You think I smell disgusting?"

Alfonso patted Alice on the back with his right hand and asked with a smile.

Alice remained silent, saying nothing.

She dared not speak, fearing that she would vomit if she opened her mouth.

"Haha, you'll love the taste."

Alfonso didn't seem to mind. He chuckled and turned to leave the room, gently closing the door behind him before doing so, behaving very gentlemanly.

After standing there for a while, when she could no longer hear footsteps, Alice reopened the door. There was no one outside, and the room was still filled with that strong, mixed stench.

Alice took a full ten minutes to breathe before closing the door again. Feeling somewhat weak, she sat on the floor, leaning against the door. Her head was down, and her eyes gradually reddened. She could no longer hold back her tears, which dripped down her cheeks. Her shoulders trembled slightly as she sobbed silently.

At that moment, she was like a helpless child.

Even a mid-level Spirit King is on the verge of mental collapse.

Faced with the madman Alfonso, she not only had no power to resist, but she didn't even have the right to commit suicide.

When her tears had dried, Alice silently stood up, composed herself, and continued studying the students' information.

Even if the hope is slim, it is her last hope.

After Alfonso left Alice's room, he prepared to return to his own room. Just as he reached the door, the door next door opened, and a man dressed in a black kimono with a samurai sword at his waist came out.

The man was not tall, only about 1.65 meters, and very thin, looking like a little old man.

Although the old man was unremarkable in appearance, he was an extraordinary expert, a famous assassin from Japan, Matsukata Yuki.

"Going out?"

Alfonso paused and asked.

"Alfonso, you've gone to see your little lover again?"

Matsukata Yuki joked with a smile.

He was clearly aware of Alfonso's pursuit of Alice. He even knew that Alfonso hadn't originally intended to be a mentor there; it was all for Alice's sake.

"Yes, go and have a look."

Alfonso did not deny it.

Matsukata Yuki casually closed the door and scoffed, "He's just a mid-level Spirit King, isn't he? If you like him, just go for it. Why all the fuss?"

He clearly couldn't understand Alfonso's behavior.

In his view, women could only be appendages of men.

As an emperor, going to such lengths for a woman is beneath his dignity. Besides, that woman is merely a mid-level Spirit King.

His words to Alice were tinged with disdain.

“You don’t understand.” Alfonso shook his head with a smile.

He likes women, and he enjoys conquering different women.

Just like Matsukata Yuki, who enjoys killing, the stronger the victim, the more accomplished he feels.

We have different interests and no common language.

early morning.

The trainees had already gotten up early and left the camp.

Facing the upcoming mentor assessment, the trainees were all nervous. Apart from those with connections and a few others, no one was 100% confident. Even the trainees who had already become champions were no exception.

Students of Chengwang certainly have an advantage and can gain the favor of some mentors, but it does not mean that they will definitely be able to become the apprentice of their favorite mentor.

The more powerful the mentor, the more competitors there are, and the questions the mentor asks are not simply a matter of having the strongest abilities to pass.

Eight o'clock.

When the 37 mentors appeared in mid-air, the 1751 students had been waiting for a long time.

"The mentor assessment is about to begin."

Under the watchful eyes of the trainees, Igor slowly stepped forward, his clear voice echoing in their ears:

"According to the rules of the mentor competition, each mentor has three invitation cards."

These three invitation cards need to be given to the trainees before the assessment; they will expire if not given in time.

To allow mentors to get to know the students, there's a student presentation segment before the assessment begins. Confident students can go on stage to showcase their abilities; if they impress a mentor, they have a chance to receive an invitation card.

Strong people don't like nonsense and get straight to the point. As soon as Igor finished speaking, a circular stage with a diameter of over thirty meters rapidly took shape five meters above the ground, right in front of the students and beneath his feet.

"Why is there a student presentation segment?"

Dong Yunan looked surprised and said that she had not heard of this before and thought that the assessment would start directly: "I thought the invitation card was for people with connections."

Lin Feng's expression was filled with joy as he said with a smile, "There are definitely people with connections, but professors also want to recruit outstanding students. We are not people with connections, so this step is beneficial to us."

This student presentation segment is indeed good news for them.

Compared to other trainees, they were not as strong, but their talent was superior.

They are young, and youth means potential.

Putting aside everything else, the alliance members alone have natal spirits of a higher level than most students, and their soul skills are of a very high level, rarely matched by any other student. Some even possess god-level soul skills, which are all advantages.

Ye Qiu's Thorn Dragon, Yun Kai's Ancestral Demonic Transformation, and A Bing's Undying Bloodline—such rare talents should earn them several invitation cards.

"With the new rules, last night's plan also needs to be changed. Those who want to showcase their talents can do so, and it would be best if they could obtain an invitation card," Lin Feng said to everyone.

"May I demonstrate?"

Yang Ningbing looked at Lin Feng and asked.

She cultivates both spiritual and martial arts, possessing ninth-rank strength. She has absorbed nine spiritual skills, including four diamond-level ones, one of which is a divine-level spiritual skill: [Thunder Tribulation]. If she were to reveal all of them, Yang Ningbing is confident she could obtain an invitation card.

However, it's most likely an invitation card from a top-tier mentor.

The others also looked at Lin Feng.

"You can demonstrate, but you can only demonstrate [Lightning Tribulation]. No one else can demonstrate their soul skills," Lin Feng said.

Their soul skills are so advanced that even extraordinary individuals, let alone students, cannot compare.

God-level soul skills alone are something that not all extraordinary beings can possess.

His extraordinary strength is enough to easily crush the Avengers, but his combination of soul skills is actually inferior.

It's fine if one person shows it; at most, it might elicit amazement. But if everyone is shown, even a fool would know there's something wrong.

Yang Ningbing's [Thunder Tribulation] soul skill has already been exposed, and many people have seen it; it's no longer a secret, so there's no problem with showing it off.

Yang Ningbing did not ask any further questions.

With just one god-level soul skill, she wasn't very confident she could get an invitation card.

Of the 37 mentors, only three are lightning mage professionals, so it would only be meaningful for her to obtain invitations from these three.

As for the Earthly Ranking Demon Spirit, although it is an advantage, it is almost impossible for 1751 students, the pride of the world, to obtain an invitation card by relying on the Earthly Ranking Demon Spirit.

Moreover, among the trainees, her strength is not superior; she is at the bottom level.

"Why is no one here?" Dong Yunan asked in confusion.

"Although the first one gets the most attention, the nail that sticks out gets hammered down," Yu Qiao chuckled.

Even though he was very confident in himself and believed that he was the chosen one, he had no intention of showing off.

This isn't modesty; I genuinely have nothing to show for myself.

Lin Feng looked around and heard that there was a student demonstration session. People's expressions varied. Some were eager to try, but most remained calm and indifferent.

Under the watchful eyes of thirty-seven mentors, who would dare to step onto the stage unless they possess extraordinary talent or have some special trump card?

That's not a demonstration, that's self-humiliation.

(End of this chapter)