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

The timer resets to zero, and the light screen slowly dims.

The entire assessment area was so quiet that you could hear the wind blowing through the gaps in the stands.

On the stage, the examiner gripped the amplification stone, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down twice.

He glanced down at the report card in his hand, then looked up at the now-off screen, as if to confirm that he wasn't hallucinating.

Then he spoke.

His voice was dry, with a tremor that even he couldn't control.

"Chu Jiang - 742 points, Misty Swamp cleared 100%"

He paused for a second.

"Number one in the whole school."

The moment those four words were spoken, it was as if all the air had been sucked out of the entire assessment area.

one second.

two seconds.

Then, like a dam bursting, the roar of more than two thousand people exploded at the same time.

"Seven hundred and forty-two?! Ye Lingshan only has ninety-one!"

"His score alone is higher than the top ten combined!"

"Cleanup progress 100 - The entire instance has been cleared?"

"Three minutes! He only took three minutes!"

On the other side of the stands, the cover of the Awakener's Guide in Ye Lingshan's hand was completely shattered, and scraps of paper fell from between her fingers.

She herself didn't realize it.

Her gaze cut through the noisy crowd and fixed on the figure sitting quietly in the corner.

Ye Lingshan's fingertips were numb. The icy coldness that had been there for three days began to crack from the inside out, and she didn't want to recognize the emotions seeping out from the cracks.

"Bang--!"

A loud bang interrupted everyone's discussion.

Zhou Zihao kicked over the chair in front of him. The chair rolled twice on the ground, its metal legs scraping against the stone floor with a piercing shriek.

He rushed down from the stands, staggering, his eyes bloodshot, his face contorted in pain.

Thirty-two points.

His score was thirty-two.

Chu Jiang scored 742 points.

A-rank Fire Dragon Knight versus F-rank Soul Guide, one to twenty-three.

The number was like a red-hot iron rod, piercing right through the center of his pride.

"That's impossible!"

Zhou Zihao pointed in Chu Jiang's direction, his voice shrill and shrill: "He definitely used an illegal item! High-level concealment plus area-of-effect poison! Where did this F-rank trash get his attack power?!"

Several henchmen, gritting their teeth, chimed in, "Yeah! It's definitely cheating!"

"How could someone who delivers messages to the dead possibly kill a monster?"

The expressions of some students in the stands did indeed waver.

After all, the light screen was completely obscured by thick fog, and no one saw Chu Jiang make a move; all they saw were cold, hard data.

Zhou Zihao strode up to Chu Jiang and blocked his way.

On the tattered, dark red armor, the fire dragon reignited, its crimson flames spreading along the shoulder armor, the heat distorting the surrounding air.

The spear in his hand was ablaze with three feet of flame at the tip, and the handle was clenched so tightly in his palm that it cracked.

"Chujiang!"

Zhou Zihao gritted his teeth, "Do you dare to fight me one-on-one without using any props? If you can withstand one of my shots, I'll acknowledge your victory!"

These words sound grand and noble, but in reality, they are just relying on the strength of an A-rank to publicly crush an "F-rank trash" in order to regain face.

Several teachers on the examiner's panel frowned, but after glancing at the judges' table, Fang Chongde remained silent, while Pei Hu held his iron cup without saying a word.

The Zhou family is one of the three major families in Jiangcheng.

No one spoke.

Chu Jiang remained seated in the chair, his posture unchanged.

He raised his eyelids slightly, his gaze sweeping over the flaming tip of Zhou Zihao's gun before looking away.

That look in his eyes wasn't one of fear or avoidance.

I'm not interested.

It's like an adult watching a child wielding a plastic sword.

Chu Jiang uttered two words.

"Get out of the way."

Zhou Zihao's pupils suddenly contracted.

The feeling of being ignored was even more maddening than being humiliated to his face; the last thread of reason in his mind snapped.

"You dare not?"

The spear suddenly stopped, and the flames at its tip whistled as it slashed towards the ground at Chu Jiang's feet.

The stone slab turned red-hot, cracks spread, and the scorching heat forced several students to take several steps back, and someone screamed.

The tip of the flame was less than half an inch from Chu Jiang's shoe.

Zhou Zihao's voice was hoarse: "He relied on cheating to get points, and now he's shown his true colors..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

A fleeting glint of dark purple fire flashed in the depths of Chu Jiang's pupils.

There were no hand seals, no spells cast, and no movements that could be detected by outsiders.

He simply lowered his eyes slightly.

The dark shadow beneath his feet stretched out silently, as if it were alive, creeping along the ground to Zhou Zihao's feet.

From the shadows, a gray-blue, illusory hand reached out, its five fingers spread wide, gripping Zhou Zihao's ankle tightly.

The A-rank Fire Dragon Knight's body was engulfed in flames, which did not provide any resistance whatsoever.

A connection at the level of the soul.

A pure, bone-chilling cold, striking straight to the very core of his soul, climbed up from his ankles along his bone marrow, instantly filling Zhou Zihao's entire body.

Zhou Zihao's vision went black.

Reality has been stripped away.

He saw the blood moon.

A huge, blood-red moon hung in the dark sky, emitting a suffocating, eerie red light.

Under the moonlight, countless ghostly figures stood in the endless wilderness, each one staring at him.

The mournful wails of ghosts poured into my ears from all directions, seeped into the very bones, and penetrated the deepest recesses of my soul.

fear.

It's not the tension of facing a powerful enemy, nor the struggle of being on the verge of death.

It is the kind of fear that is etched into the deepest part of the genes when an ant faces the might of heaven.

The illusion lasted for less than a second.

But for Zhou Zihao, that one second felt longer than ten thousand years.

The crimson flames on his body were extinguished instantly, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over them, leaving not a single spark.

"ah--!"

A bloodcurdling scream escaped Zhou Zihao's throat, so high-pitched that it seemed impossible for an adult man to produce it.

His legs instantly lost all strength, and his kneecaps slammed directly into the stone floor with a dull thud.

Then came another, even more muffled sound.

The sound of liquid dripping onto a stone slab.

A pungent smell of urine wafted from beneath his tattered armor, and yellow liquid trickled down his trousers, pooling in small puddles on either side of his knees.

The entire room fell silent.

More than two thousand pairs of eyes stared wide open, and more than two thousand mouths couldn't close.

The A-rank fire dragon knight, who was engulfed in flames and arrogant just a second ago, collapsed to his knees and peed himself without even touching the opponent's finger.

Zhou Zihao's henchmen were frozen in place, their expressions frozen in a wonderfully contorted state.

The last piece of paper in Ye Lingshan's hand fell to the ground.

Chu Jiang withdrew his gaze.

The shadow beneath their feet silently shrank back to its original position, and the illusory gray-blue hand vanished without a trace, so fast that no one noticed its existence.

Everyone only saw the result: Zhou Zihao approached Chu Jiang and then urinated.

Chu Jiang stood up, picked up his schoolbag with one hand, and slung it over his shoulder.

He didn't look down at Zhou Zihao, who was convulsing in the urine.

They didn't even glance in that direction.

He simply left a comment as he passed by.

"I don't have time to play with you."

The sound wasn't loud, but everyone in the assessment area could hear it clearly.

Then, Chu Jiang strode towards the exit.

His steps were steady. His back was straight.

It's exactly the same as when I came.

The eyes of more than two thousand people followed that figure, and not a single person uttered a sound.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I don't dare.

That indescribable sense of oppression, like an invisible layer of thin ice, froze everyone's throat.

On the judges' panel.

Fang Chongde's hand rested on the armrest, his knuckles turning white.

Pei Hu slowly put down the iron cup covered in fingerprints, his gaze following Chu Jiang's retreating figure all the way to the exit, until the figure completely disappeared from sight.

He did not get up.

No one was sent to chase after them.

He simply sat there, the solemnity in his eyes settling deeper and deeper, eventually transforming into a profound and deep-seated inquiry.

F-rank Soul Guide.

Pei Hu silently repeated those five words in his mind, then shook his head.

"This kid is interesting."