Start with the hidden role of the Great Emperor of Fengdu, and immediately unleash 100,000 Yin Soldi

The entire room fell silent.

There were over two thousand people in the entire assessment area; you could hear a pin drop.

300.

450.

600.

The numbers on the points panel were like wild horses, each jump hitting everyone's eyes hard.

The clamor of more than two thousand people in the stands was completely silenced at that moment.

There was no mockery, no commotion, no whispering.

All that remained were the electronic beeps that sounded when the points ticked down, one after another, like a death knell.

In the center of the light screen map, countless red crosses lit up at a visible speed, and the area continued to expand. Each red cross represented the death of a monster.

The spot of light on the Chu River remained fixed in place from beginning to end.

Not moving.

Zhou Zihao's face turned from green to gray, finally settling on a deathly pale color.

His lips trembled several times before he managed to squeeze out a single sentence.

"This...this is absolutely impossible..."

His voice was so soft that only a few of his henchmen could hear it, and they opened their mouths but couldn't utter a single word.

On the other side of the stands, Ye Lingshan's Awakener's Guide was crumpled into a ball at some point.

She herself didn't realize it.

Her gaze was fixed on that point of light.

F-rank Soul Guide.

Logistics and funeral services.

It has no combat ability.

This is the assessment given by the Job Change Stone.

Based on this assessment, she made the decision to annul the engagement, removing the jade bracelet in front of the entire school—a perfectly logical and flawless act.

But the premise of logical perfection is the completeness of information.

What if the information itself is wrong?

Ye Lingshan tightened her grip, causing deep creases to form on the cover of the Awakener's Guide.

For the first time, a crack appeared in her heart.

"Drip—drip—drip—"

A piercing, teeth-grinding red alarm suddenly blared out without warning!

The entire assessment area's monitoring screen simultaneously lit up with scarlet light bands representing "extreme anomaly," flashing wildly.

Everyone was startled.

Zhou Zihao grasped at a straw like a drowning person.

He jumped up from his seat, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Alarm! I knew it! How could someone with an F-rank life skill possibly rack up so many points! He must have used cheat items! Or this damn system is completely broken!"

He pointed at the light screen, his fingers trembling, but his face showed ecstasy.

Several lackeys immediately chimed in: "Yes, yes, yes! It must be a data error! The stone tablet had a bug before!"

"An F-rank is an F-rank; no matter how much you try, it won't change anything!"

"That Chu Jiang is really despicable! Knowing there was an assessment today, he must have bought cheating devices."

"Hmph! He's just a clown. Does he really think his cheat devices can get away with detection?"

The examiners' table instantly descended into chaos.

Three staff members sprang up from their seats and rushed toward the control panel.

Fang Chongde's face turned ashen. He slammed his hand on the table: "Technical Director! High-level access! Cut into the deep data chain! I need to see every single underlying log!"

Pei Hu remained silent.

He put down the iron cup with four finger marks on it, narrowed his eyes, and stared intently at the main screen.

At the control panel, the technical director placed his hands on the spiritual energy interface, beads of sweat streaming down his forehead.

Pale golden spiritual energy flowed in along the data link, scanning layer by layer—the transmission layer, the verification layer, the core computing layer, and the underlying demonic life signal source.

Ten seconds.

The technical director suddenly looked up.

His voice cracked: "Principal! The data link is perfectly normal! No transmission delay, no verification errors, and no external interference!"

Fang Chongde's pupils contracted: "What's going on with that alarm?"

The technical lead swallowed hard, his voice trembling: "The alarm was triggered because the life force signals of the monsters within the instance are decreasing at an alarming rate! The rate of decrease far exceeds the system's preset threshold, thus automatically triggering the anomaly alarm!"

He paused for a moment, as if he couldn't believe what he was saying.

"In other words, Chu Jiang inside killed the monsters too quickly, which triggered the alarm."

These words struck the entire audience like a boulder thrown into stagnant water.

boom!

The stands exploded.

"Life signs have plummeted? This alarm was triggered because Chu Jiang killed too quickly?!"

"Not a system glitch? These are all real kills?!"

"Really? Isn't Chu Jiang an F-rank Soul Guide? How could he possibly have the strength to kill a monster? And so fast!"

"Who knows? It couldn't be that the soul he summoned helped him kill it, could it?"

The dozen or so teachers on the judging panel all stood up abruptly, their chairs knocked over and tilted.

On the light screen, the red dots representing the monsters were going out in large swaths.

The map of the entire Misty Swamp is rapidly changing from a dark area covered with red dots to a blank gray.

But Chu Jiang's spot of light remained fixed in the center.

They didn't move an inch.

Zhou Zihao stood there, mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.

The words he had just shouted now felt like slaps to his own face.

Inside the instance.

Deep within the dense fog, the last elite lizard, hidden at the bottom of the mud pit, had its soul hooked out by the ghostly soldiers' soul-snatching spear.

A pale blue orb of light floated up, was caught by the Yin soldiers, and merged into Chu Jiang's palm.

The number of Soul Points on the panel jumped up.

Chu Jiang glanced at it and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

It's worth it.

He raised his hand, his five fingers loosely clenched.

"Ghost Gate, close."

The eerie blue light emanating from the ground instantly receded.

Five hundred ghostly soldiers transformed into dark blue specks of light, receding like the tide, silently disappearing into the shadows beneath their feet, and surging into the Gates of Hell in single file.

The Ghost General Xiong Po was the last to leave. His three-meter-high rocky carapace shrank into a ball of silver light and sank into the ground.

The gates of hell subsided, the ground closed up, and mud and water covered it again, leaving no trace.

The surrounding area returned to its original swampy state.

The gray fog surged and the turbid water bubbled.

There were just a few hundred more lizard corpses in the muddy water.

Each one was intact—the mud armor had no cracks, the flesh had no wounds, the fangs were complete, and the limbs were all intact.

It looks like she's asleep.

But they were all completely dead.

Chu Jiang looked down at his shoes; the mud he had picked up when he came in had dried and formed a thin layer of crust.

He stomped his foot twice on the ground, and the soil crumbled off.

Then they walked towards the teleportation array.

Outside the instance.

The timer stopped at 3 minutes and 02 seconds.

In the center of the light screen, a line of large golden characters popped up:

[Misty Swamp Monster Clearance: 100%!]

The final score on the scoreboard is 742.

The teleportation array lit up with white light.

More than two thousand pairs of eyes locked onto the exit.

Chu Jiang emerged from the light.

His dark coat was completely undamaged, without any mud, bloodstains, or signs of fighting, and not a single hair was out of place.

He even raised his hand and slowly patted off non-existent dust from his shoulder.

His expression was calm, and his pace was even.

It was like going for a walk.

The more than two thousand people in the audience felt as if an invisible hand had grabbed their throats.

There were no gasps, no discussions, and no questions.

Unable to make a sound.

Because the thick fog obscured everything.

No one saw what he did in the instance, what methods he used, or what power he mobilized.

The light screen faithfully recorded only two things:

First, he didn't move an inch from beginning to end.

Within two or three minutes, all the monsters in the entire dungeon were dead.

These two things combined are more chilling than any dazzling battle scene.

Fang Chongde slowly sat back down in his chair.

To be precise, he fell back down; his knees couldn't hold on any longer.

Pei Hu's gaze followed Chu Jiang's retreating figure, his eyes filled with an intense and unyielding seriousness.

He served as a soldier for twenty years, witnessing the ruthless methods of S-rank awakened individuals and the earth-shattering scenes of SSS-rank powerhouses.

But he had never seen this style of play before.

Standing still, the area was cleared in three minutes, and the person was spotless; their methods were completely unknown.

This is not strength.

This is bottomless.

Chu Jiang walked through the assessment area, went straight back to his corner seat, and sat down.

He placed his backpack at his feet and rested his hands on his knees, in the exact same posture as before entering the venue.

No one dared to sit within a three-meter radius.

The solo assessment in the Misty Swamp has ended.