Elven cultivators

Outside the hunting grounds.

Finn and Rosalyn stood side by side, their eyes fixed on the void ahead.

There floated a huge water screen, divided into more than twenty images, each showing the movements of the young elves.

The water rippled gently, and the interplay of light and shadow revealed the fierce battles and chases deep in the jungle in exquisite detail.

Less than ten minutes into the assessment, all participants had already engaged in a fierce battle, and without exception, all had emerged victorious.

Finn was not surprised by this.

All the Pokémon who can participate in the assessment have undergone decades of teaching and training. Even the weakest one has the strength level of an upper-class white-rank Pokémon, so dealing with the Lizardmen is naturally a piece of cake.

Of course, this is just the beginning.

The lizardmen, who were stationed on the outskirts of the area by the Forest Guard, were relatively weak and easy to deal with.

But the further you go in, the stronger the lizardmen you encounter become.

Among them were many elite lizardmen of the Black Iron rank.

Those experienced elves who have participated in multiple assessments are fine, but if newcomers are careless, they are bound to suffer a great loss.

"Eleanor will probably be the first place winner in this assessment again."

Rosalyn stared at a certain image on the light screen, a hint of admiration flashing in her eyes.

Finn followed her gaze and saw Eleanor unleash a multi-blade attack, slicing a lizardman who was trying to ambush from the side into several pieces.

"Among this batch of underage elves, Eleanor is indeed the strongest." Finn nodded slightly.

Eleanor is still more than twenty years away from adulthood, yet she is already at the peak of the Black Iron rank. Almost everyone believes that she will definitely be able to break through to the Silver rank before her coming-of-age ceremony.

In that case, the Silvermoon Clan might produce another Wind Whisperer.

"The newcomers aren't doing badly either." Rosalyn's gaze shifted to the newcomers. "I heard from Edith that Roman is doing very well, and given time, she'll probably be another Eleanor."

Finn nodded, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

Since the war seventy years ago, the Silvermoon Clan has been on a downward spiral. He desperately hopes that the clan can produce another figure like the former clan chief to lead the clan back to glory.

This hope, perhaps, should be placed on young people like Eleanor and Roman.

"Hey, what's Anton doing?"

Rosalyn's surprised voice interrupted Finn's thoughts.

He looked up and a look of surprise immediately appeared on his face.

In the scene, Anton moved with lightning speed, so fast that even the Mirror Sparrow, which was responsible for tracking him, almost couldn't catch up.

"Such speed! Is it some kind of speed-enhancing combat technique?"

A question flashed through Finn's mind, but he quickly realized something was wrong.

Anton kept his head down and traveled the whole time, showing no intention of hunting at all.

Even if lizardmen appeared nearby, he wouldn't even glance at them.

"What's this kid up to?"

Finn's brow furrowed.

He had also heard about Anton's unconventional behavior.

Normally, he wouldn't care, but in a serious practical course, if Anton continued to act as he pleased, he would absolutely not allow it.

Just as Finn's patience was about to run out and he was about to send a message to the guards in the area who would stop Anton for questioning, the figure in the video finally stopped.

Immediately afterward, to Finn and Rosalyn's astonishment, Anton took a deep breath and suddenly opened his mouth.

A clear and resounding dragon roar suddenly exploded, like thunder rolling across the clouds, and instantly echoed throughout the entire forest.

Finn and Rosalyn were quite far from Anton at that moment, but they could still clearly hear the loud dragon roar.

It's so realistic that it gives you the illusion that a dragon might be lurking in the woods right now.

Rosalyn and Finn were stunned.

What puzzled them even more was what Anton was planning to do.

......

The sudden dragon's roar instantly attracted the attention of all the elves in the forest.

Whether it was Roman and Eleanor, who were fighting the lizardmen, or Lyra, Eamon, and Braden, who were searching for the lizardmen, they all instinctively looked in the direction from which the sound came.

"That sound..." Eleanor's expression was one of surprise and uncertainty. "Could it be that some sub-dragons or dragon beasts have gotten in?"

Meanwhile, opposite her, the two lizardmen who had previously displayed ferocity were now frozen in place.

After a moment of stunned silence, they suddenly turned and ran wildly, letting out excited roars.

Eleanor's expression changed slightly, and she quickly chased after him.

Similar scenes were playing out almost simultaneously in various parts of the woodland.

All the lizardmen were drawn by the dragon's roar, and as if they had found their anchor, they charged wildly toward the source of the sound, their roars rising and falling.

The elves, whether unwilling to give up their prey or wanting to uncover the truth behind the sound, all headed towards the center of the forest.

For a moment, both sides converged in the same direction, creating an extremely strange scene.

"That voice...it's Anton!"

Roman recognized the voice immediately and scratched his head in confusion.

"What is he up to now?"

Roman muttered a few words, picked up his battle axe, and hurried over.

......

Deep in the woods, in the center of a depression.

Anton stood with his sword in hand, the tip of which was embedded in the ground. His palms were folded over the hilt, and his back was straight as a pine tree. He listened quietly to the roars and footsteps that were coming from all directions.

The martial art he just used was called "Dragon's Roar Through the Clouds".

This martial art belongs to the sonic skill category. It can injure people and steal souls with sound. It is emitted by cultivators using spiritual energy. It can also spread qi with sound, causing people to retreat without being attacked or injured without being touched. Its power is extremely strong.

In addition, just like its name suggests, the sound of the Cloud Piercing Dragon's Roar is very distinctive and can sometimes be used as a dragon's roar.

The clamor grew louder as it approached, like waves crashing in, carrying with it an aura of bloodshed and frenzy.

Whoosh!

Two reptilians burst out from behind the bushes almost simultaneously, followed by a third, a fourth, a fifth...

In just over ten breaths, forty or fifty lizardmen had gathered around the depression, and their numbers were still increasing.

When they realized that there was only Anton in the center of the depression, the lizardmen froze on the spot, looking at each other with human-like surprise and astonishment in their eyes.

Following closely behind, the elves also arrived at the edge of the depression.

They hid behind the bushes and ancient trees on the hilltop, staring in astonishment at the figure in the center of the depression.

"It's Anton."

"Was he the one who made that sound just now?"

"What is he doing?"

Roman emerged from behind the trees, saw Anton, and his face showed an expression of "I knew it."

Twenty meters away, Eleanor and Lyra, whom they had met along the way, rushed over together. After seeing the scene before them, they were both stunned.

"Was that sound Anton was making?" Leila asked, utterly bewildered. "Has he gone mad? Attracting so many lizardmen at once—isn't that tantamount to suicide?"

Eleanor frowned, somewhat unable to understand Anton's actions.

But the next moment, her expression changed drastically.

The lizardmen, now realizing they had been tricked, roared in anger.

They leaped down the slope and rushed towards Anton in the center of the depression like a gray torrent!