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At that moment, General Delhi's voice rang out.

"Surprised?"

Upon hearing this, Wayne turned his gaze to General Derry and nodded without hiding anything.

"It was indeed unexpected. Even for me personally, it was because I knew Linus wouldn't kill people that I didn't have much of an emotional reaction."

"And Andrew and his two companions, like born knights, yearned for battle and slaughter."

Upon hearing this, General Delhi smiled.

"You value them too much. Admittedly, there are people like you, but they are definitely not my three children."

"Most people would feel sorry for me if they saw this scene. The reason they feel this way is because I often take them to the wilderness for training."

Upon hearing this, Wayne suddenly understood, but he didn't underestimate him because it was also one of his own skills.

Some people are terrified after going through trials, while others are truly tested by fire. While envying others' backgrounds, you should also consider whether you can handle them yourself.

…………

Fifteen minutes later.

There were still more than 3,000 people inside the arena. The others were healed and teleported outside, returning to their seats.

Some wept bitterly.

Some were unwilling to accept it, and a mix of emotions mingled among them.

But that's all they can do, because they all know that today's recruitment is crucial for them.

"it's over".

At that moment, Murora's voice suddenly rang in Wayne's ears.

"Young Master."

"May I ask a question?"

Upon hearing this, Wayne withdrew his gaze from the battle on the field and turned to look at Murora with a puzzled expression.

"Auntie, you're a level six expert, what questions do you have for me?"

Upon hearing this, Muluola shook her head and chuckled.

"This issue has nothing to do with rank, and don't think of strong people as all-powerful."

"A high level only directly proves that one has a high talent in cultivation; it may not mean that one understands other things."

He paused for a moment as he spoke.

"I noticed that all those who were eliminated had sustained two fatal injuries before being teleported out. Why is that?"

"Shouldn't they have been eliminated on the first try?"

These words were spoken.

Even General Delhi looked over curiously.

"I am also curious about the question you asked, madam. You know, this is not a good habit. In the war of expansion, everyone only has one life."

Upon hearing this, Wayne expressed his idea of ​​joining the rule.

"A fatal wound is not necessarily an immediate death, especially for someone embarking on the path of the extraordinary."

He then looked at General Delhi.

"Take a level three Silver Knight as an example. Even if his chest is pierced, he will not die immediately. This period of time is a small test that I have given them."

"This assessment tests the trainees' willpower, and this willpower is called..."

"Living towards death."

"Living towards death?"

Wayne nodded in response to Murora's question.

"That's right, living towards death, this point can be considered from two perspectives."

"First, I need a sharp sword."

"What is a sharp sword?"

"Even knowing that death is the only outcome, I still dare to draw my sword. That is the sharp sword I need."

"Secondly, the path of pioneering is arduous. The myriad races are not human; in their eyes, there is only life and death."

"Faced with the myriad races that have been fighting each other for years, humans are inherently weaker in combat ability, so they must have the will to live even in the face of death."

"Instead of lying on the ground howling in agony, it's better to pick up your greatsword and fight to the death. You may still die, but if you make good use of this time difference to strike, you'll have a chance to survive."

Wayne gestured with his lips as he spoke.

"Auntie, you can take a look at those two fighting each other on the western edge."

Look in the direction Wayne indicated.

One knight wielded a lance that pierced the chest of another knight, but then the knight suddenly exerted force, and his entire body moved along the lance to stand in front of the enemy.

He drew his dagger from his waist and stabbed it into the man's chest. A beam of light instantly shone from beneath the man's feet, healing him and teleporting him away.

The knight who remained behind, however, showed no pain on his face; instead, he smiled.

Because he won.

Looking at this scene.

Murora instinctively covered her red lips, exclaiming in a shocked voice, "He's gone mad! He's gone mad!"

"What kind of experience could create such a madman, who would rather die than not take a piece of his opponent's flesh?"

For General Delhi, however, it was a great inspiration, and he exclaimed "Good!" three times.

"Okay, okay, okay!"

"What a sharp sword, what a courageous act of facing death to live."

Wayne raised an eyebrow, then opened his arms as if embracing the entire arena, and his voice echoed throughout the arena.

"Enjoy this battle! I want wolves, a pack of wolves, the strongest pack of wolves."

The sound echoed.

The fighting on the field intensified because of this statement, with all sorts of methods being used to the extreme.

The number of people has also begun to decrease at a visible rate.

…………

After half an hour.

Only thirty knights remained on the field, each covered in blood, some of their own and some of their enemies'.

But without exception.

Those who have survived to this day are all strong.

The thirty men did not immediately engage in combat, but instead stood in a standoff, panting heavily.

They were observing even as they gasped for breath.

Finally, one of the tall boys picked up the taikendo.

"Let's fight it out in pairs."

"Come on then."

"Hmph, who's afraid of who?"

The battle resumed, with everyone exhausted. At this point, it was no longer a contest of who had better talent, who had a deeper level of cultivation, or whose moves were more exquisite.

At this point, it's a contest of wills.

.........

Ten minutes later.

Only ten people remained in the room. They looked at each other, their initial wariness dissipated, and their hearty laughter echoed in the ears of tens of thousands of people.

At that moment, voices rang out from the audience.

"I know him. He's clearly a Silver Knight, so why is he participating in a battle between First-Class Iron Knights?"

"Who?"

"It's that skinny, weak knight. I don't know why his face is different, but his fighting spirit and moves are exactly the same as the ones I know."

Upon hearing this, the laughter in the room abruptly ceased. A thin, frail knight tore off the alchemical mask from his face, revealing a pale, ashen one.

"It's him, it's definitely him!"

"Salamon, a seventh-year student at the Knight Academy."

At this moment, everyone looked at Wayne on the stage. Wayne naturally heard it, but he wasn't angry because the man in front of him was the knight who would fight back even if it meant death, and was described by Murora as a madman. Therefore, Wayne looked at Salamon with great interest.

"Is there anything you'd like to say?"

"certainly."

"He's right. I was indeed a Silver Knight before, but I ruined myself, so now I'm a Level 1 Iron Knight."

The words fell.

"He cheated!"

After the sound rang out, most people joined in the shouting, but Wayne raised his hand to stop them.

After it quieted down.

Wayne glanced down at Salamon, who seemed to be leaving Wayne's decision to his own.

Wayne couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

Although his facial expressions were well-maintained, the veins on his hand gripping the greatsword were bulging, clearly indicating that he was not as calm as he appeared.

At that moment, Wayne's voice rang out.

"His assessment was successful, his results are valid, and he will be one of the ten dragon knights."

After the final verdict is reached.

Wayne then continued, "I know many of you feel this is unfair, but ask yourselves."

"Who else can dissipate their cultivation level on their own, just like him?"

"You only see his glamorous side, but you don't see the risks he takes."

"He risked his cultivation, his future, and his reputation, choosing to do so even at the risk of having his results invalidated after being exposed."

"Can you do it?"

"Or rather, would you dare to gamble like that?"