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Chu Jiang followed the passage toward the teleportation array.

Behind him, the commotion in the stands was even greater than before he entered.

"Holy crap, he's really going for it? I thought he was going to forfeit."

"Hey Chu, you genius, don't push yourself! Just pretend to die on the spot for everyone!"

"Go inside and press the distress button quickly, or you'll get eaten by monsters before you even get a chance to touch it!"

Zhou Zihao's henchmen stood in the front row of the stands, whistling and banging on the railings, making a fuss.

Zhou Zihao himself didn't say anything, but leaned back in his seat with his arms crossed, a look of anticipation on his face.

In his view, Chu Jiang's visit this time would definitely be a humiliating defeat.

I've been suppressed by this guy for a long time, but now I can finally vent my anger.

Most importantly, this will make Ye Lingshan completely disappointed in Chu Jiang.

If I work hard enough afterward, there's a good chance I can catch up with Ye Lingshan.

After all, they come from similar family backgrounds.

With an A-rank Fire Dragon Knight and an S-rank Light Mage, the family can definitely rise to a higher level.

Ye Lingshan sat on the other side of the stands, glanced at the light screen, then looked away, and opened a guide for awakened beings at her side, as if waiting for an outcome with no suspense.

Chu Jiang walked at a steady pace, neither too fast nor too slow, and calmly stepped into the white light of the teleportation array amidst the noisy laughter of the crowd.

The screen displays images instantly.

A gray-green misty swamp, putrid fog, and murky muddy water.

Chu Jiang's figure appeared at the edge of the swamp.

The muddy water covered the shoes, and the trouser legs were soaked with mud.

He just stood there, his hands hanging at his sides, without revealing a single piece of armor.

There was no fire dragon possession, no levitation technique, and no starting stance.

A person, with two feet, standing in the mud.

There was a brief moment of silence in the stands, then laughter erupted.

Someone slapped their thigh and pointed at the screen: "He can't even do the opening moves? Does an F-rank character not even know how to access the basic skill panel?"

"Oh no, oh no, the mud and water will drown him without even the lizards fighting him."

The laughter hadn't even subsided.

In the light screen, the mud pit three meters directly in front of Chu Jiang was churning violently.

Five elite swamp lizards emerged from the mud almost simultaneously.

It is four meters long, with thick mud armor and a mouth full of mucus.

The five elite monsters formed a fan shape, completely blocking Chu Jiang, with the closest one less than two steps away from him.

The examiners on the stage stood with their hands crossed and their faces calm.

This is a high-pressure start test automatically triggered by the system for "high-scoring suspects".

When others enter, they are first given a few ordinary monsters to warm them up, but when Chu Jiang enters, he is immediately surrounded by five elite monsters at the same time.

Zhou Zihao finally leaned forward from his seat, his eyes fixed on the light screen, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

"Three seconds, I bet he'll press the SOS button within three seconds."

Several people in the stands nodded in agreement.

"It probably won't even take three seconds. An F-rank Awakened would probably be gone in a second in this situation."

The fangs of the five lizards snapped shut almost simultaneously, and the one closest to Chu Jiang opened its gaping maw.

Chu Jiang did not retreat.

He took a step forward.

Just as the lizard's fangs were about to bite him, his seemingly ordinary dark coat, the Ghost Cloak, moved without wind.

A very faint sheen flowed across the surface of the dark fabric, almost invisible to the naked eye.

But the effect is immediate.

The five elite lizards froze simultaneously.

It's not frozen, it's not controlled.

The goal has been lost.

The five enormous creatures stood there blankly, turning their heads, their breaths rippling through the muddy water, but Chu Jiang was no longer in their eyes.

The sound effects of laughter from the stands were stuck in my throat.

On the examiners' table, Pei Hu paused slightly in the hand holding the iron cup.

Several veteran talent scouts leaned forward abruptly, one of the oldest even taking off his glasses to wipe them, then putting them back on to make sure he wasn't mistaken.

"A stealth skill?" someone muttered. "Where would an F-rank Soul Guide get a stealth skill?"

No one answered.

In the light screen, Chu Jiang walked through the five lizards, his pace remaining steady, as if he were passing through five wooden stakes.

He headed straight for the area with the densest gray fog deep in the swamp.

The images on the light screen began to be swallowed by the thick fog, the figures of the five lizards became blurred, and Chu Jiang's outline was gradually submerged by the gray fog.

In the end, only a tiny dot of light representing Chu Jiang remained on the screen, stationary in the center of the map.

"Why aren't you moving?"

"Are you trapped?"

"Visibility is almost zero in the dense fog area. Could he be lost?"

"I guess so. Although I don't know how he developed the stealth skill, in his panic, he ran into the central area. Wouldn't that have made him die even faster?"

"That's right, the central area has the most monsters. Once his stealth skill expires, he'll be torn to shreds instantly."

The murmurs in the stands started again, with most people expressing disdain.

In their view, this was Chu Jiang resorting to underhanded tactics again.

This further solidified their previous suspicions.

Deep in the thick fog.

After confirming that the light screen could only capture blurry light and shadow, Chu Jiang stopped walking.

The surrounding gray fog churned, compressing visibility to less than three meters.

Bubbles bubbled and rose in the muddy water, and the low hissing of a swarm of lizards could be heard in the distance.

Chu Jiang uttered three words in a low voice.

"Gate of Hell, open."

The muddy water underfoot shimmered with a cold, eerie blue light, spreading silently in all directions.

The gates of hell crashed down, then opened, releasing a surge of black mist.

Five hundred ghostly soldiers, each wielding a soul-snatching halberd, emerged from the black mist. Their pale blue ethereal forms trod through the mud without leaving a ripple.

There was no sound, no beam of light, and no movement that could be detected by external monitoring.

The ghostly soldiers dispersed into the thick fog.

At the same time, outside the instance.

On the light screen, Chu Jiang's light spot remained completely still.

The scoreboard still shows zero.

Zhou Zihao leaned back in his seat, just about to say something—

The points panel jumped.

[Slay 5 elite swamp lizards, +25 points!]

The sound from the entire stands was like someone was choking them.

Zhou Zihao suddenly jumped up from his seat, staring intently at the number.

Twenty-five points.

The starting lineup consists of five elite units.

He fought desperately for five minutes, and only managed to defeat five elite enemies.

"What happened?" Zhou Zihao's voice was tense. "There's nothing showing on the screen—how did he even manage to hit it?"

No one answered him.

Because the points panel changed again.

[Slay 12 swamp lizards, score +12!]

[Slay 3 elite swamp lizards, +15 points!]

The numbers are jumping.

The light spot didn't move.

The point of light over the Chu River is fixed in the center of the map from beginning to end, like a nail.

But all around him, countless large red crosses were lighting up at a terrifying speed.

Each red cross represents the death of a monster.

Deep within the thick fog, the massacre unfolded silently.

The ghostly soldiers moved among the mud and withered trees, but the lizards' tail sweeps and bites pierced through their eerie blue bodies, leaving them empty-handed.

With each swing of the Soul-Hooking Spear, a white soul was precisely pulled from the thick mud armor.

When the lizard's body is poured into the muddy water, not even a large splash is made.

Chu Jiang stood still, raised his right hand, and aimed it at another bubbling mud puddle in front of him.

Mental energy depletion.

"A chilling wind that pierces to the bone."

A black, almost invisible wind swept out from the palm of his hand, spreading along the surface of the muddy water, its soul-eroding power ignoring physical defenses and penetrating directly into the depths of the swamp.

A dozen or so lizards that were about to emerge from the mud froze in mid-air.

Before the water could even splash, the soul was ripped from the body.

The perfectly preserved white soul orbs emerged from the mud and were collected one by one by the ghost soldiers.

The lizard's carcass sank straight to the bottom of the mud.

Outside the instance.

The points panel has completely gone mad.

60.

120.

210.

The numbers refreshed at a waterfall-like speed, and with each jump, the stands grew quieter.

Zhou Zihao's face went from red to white, then from white to green. His lips trembled slightly, and he couldn't utter a single word, even though he wanted to say something.

His score was thirty-two.

Ye Lingshan's score was 91.

Chu Jiang's score on the screen has already surpassed two hundred.

And that point of light didn't move an inch from beginning to end.

Fang Chongde suddenly stood up, his knee knocking over the teacup in front of him. The porcelain cup rolled to the ground and shattered into several pieces, but he didn't even notice.

Pei Hu looked down at the iron cup in his hand.

On the cup, four deep finger marks were made by his five fingers.

He didn't change the cup.

His gaze was fixed on the motionless point of light on the screen.

The score is still ticking.

240.

267.

There's no sign of stopping.