Killing them one by one would be far too troublesome. Fan Lang wanted to grind them in groups—that was the only way to make it satisfying!
"Off to hell with you!"
Fan Lang leaped into the center of the underground chamber, landing directly amid the Ground Drilling Tigers. He raised his right palm and slammed it against the ground with all his strength, venting every last bit of Mystic Power within him.
The Mystic Power originated from his dantian. At the instant it erupted, it underwent a fundamental transformation, taking on a fire attribute and becoming blazing flames that spread outward from Fan Lang's palm.
Whoosh!
The first wave of flames became a surging fire wave, blasting all the nearby Ground Drilling Tigers away.
Whoosh!
The second wave of flames followed close behind.
Whoosh!
The third wave was the fiercest and most overbearing, turning the surrounding area into a sea of fire. The temperature soared as crimson flames danced wildly and countless sparks flew through the air.
More than thirty Ground Drilling Tigers were caught in the inferno and badly wounded. A flood of damage numbers rose up, making for a truly pleasing sight.
Their cries rose and fell before gradually fading away. Aside from a few lucky Ground Drilling Tigers that burrowed underground to escape, all the rest had become Experience Points.
Each Ground Drilling Tiger yielded four hundred Experience Points. More than thirty of them meant over ten thousand Experience Points!
Player level increased to Mystic Soldier Level 2. Mystic Power +200, Health +200. Player level increased to Mystic Soldier Level 3. Mystic Power +200, Health +200.
He had risen two levels in a row!
"Grinding mobs in groups really is the best—fast and packed with experience!"
Having tasted the benefits of group grinding, Fan Lang wished he could kill several hundred Ground Drilling Tigers in one go.
He jumped out of the sea of fire and returned to the upper level. He could not even be bothered to put out the flames and continued searching for Ground Drilling Tigers.
A day passed.
By the time Fan Lang emerged from the Black Gold Mine, it was already evening. His level had risen to Mystic Soldier Level 9, only one step away from the next major realm.
He had grown stronger by trampling over heaps of monster corpses. Nearly half the Ground Drilling Tigers in the Black Gold Mine had been killed by him.
If he stayed there for a few more days, the Ground Drilling Tigers would probably be wiped out.
"Mystic Soldier Level 9. This is enough for me to make a big splash in the Entry Examination. Heh, I'm actually looking forward to it."
Fan Lang grinned.
He knew the Registered Servants' capabilities well. The strongest among them was only around Zhao Laoqi's level, barely in the early Mystic Soldier realm. With the strength of Mystic Soldier Level 9, he could crush them all.
He was even confident that he could take on everyone by himself!
The night passed without incident. The following day, the City Lord's Mansion's Entry Examination arrived as scheduled.
Nearly a hundred Registered Servants gathered near an arena within the City Lord's Mansion. The arena covered a vast area and was built from sturdy materials, capable of withstanding fierce attacks.
Three people were in charge of the Entry Examination, all of them important figures in the City Lord's Mansion. Old White was among them.
As for the City Lord, he had not come. These newcomers were not worthy of his personal presence.
All the Registered Servants stood in rows, looking barely orderly.
Fan Lang and Monkey stood among the crowd, listening to Old White's formal speech.
Compared to Monkey, Fan Lang appeared completely relaxed and showed no pressure at all. Monkey, on the other hand, was much more nervous, his forehead covered in sweat as his eyes remained fixed on the arena ahead.
"Lang Ge, do you think the two of us can beat all these people around us?" Monkey asked in a lowered voice.
"Piece of cake. Nothing to be afraid of," Fan Lang said casually.
"You're stronger than I am, so of course you don't need to be afraid. But I'm really feeling a little uneasy."
"Don't worry. For the sake of that 'Lang Ge,' as long as I have a bite to eat, you'll have one too. I guarantee you'll stay in the City Lord's Mansion, and you'll even get yourself a decent position."
"Really?"
Monkey was only half convinced. He simply could not understand where Fan Lang had found such confidence.
On the arena opposite them, Old White was still addressing the crowd.
"Today's Entry Examination is simple. You will spar in pairs, and those who perform well will be kept. Those lacking in strength can only leave. All right, that is all. Start drawing lots to choose your opponents!" Old White said, waving his hand.
Someone immediately carried a large Lot Drawing Cylinder toward the Registered Servants so they could draw lots to determine their opponents.
A hundred people sparring two by two—how long would that take?
Fan Lang took a deep breath. At last, it was time for him to truly cut loose.
"Wait a moment! I have something to say!" Fan Lang shouted.
That shout drew everyone's attention. Pair after pair of eyes turned toward Fan Lang. No one had expected him to cause trouble at a time like this.
The Entry Examination was about to begin, and everyone was eager to fight. Interrupting the examination now—if that was not making trouble, what was?
Old White frowned, his expression growing colder. If Fan Lang's next words failed to satisfy him, he would certainly punish him severely.
Monkey was stunned silly. He stared blankly at Fan Lang beside him, unable to understand what Lang Ge was planning.
Fan Lang strode forward, then leaped lightly onto the two-meter-high arena.
"Fighting one by one is too troublesome. I want to challenge everyone down there by myself." Fan Lang's words shocked everyone.
Old White froze, thinking he had misheard. Astonished, he asked, "What did you just say?"
"I said I want to take down everyone below by myself. That way, we can save some time." Fan Lang spoke calmly and seriously.
"Are you joking with me?"
"If I'm joking, this group will naturally deal with me later. They might even take my life."
Seeing Fan Lang's fearless expression, Old White began to wonder. Could this man truly have the ability to fight a hundred alone?
Even if Fan Lang was merely making trouble, he would pay the price and surely be beaten to death by the crowd.
"Fine. I'd like to see what ability you have to fight many with few. If you get beaten to death, you brought it upon yourself. You can blame no one else!"
After saying this, Old White looked down at the crowd.
"You all heard him. Fan Lang wants to challenge every one of you alone. I approve this sparring match. All of you, get on the arena!"
The crowd below instantly erupted!
"Has Fan Lang gone mad? He actually wants to fight all of us by himself!"
"Damn it, he's looking down on us too much! Are so many of us really not enough to beat him?"
"Heh, he's asking to die. Brothers, let's go together and kill this brat!"
"Did a door crush his head? He's actually seeking death himself."
"Get him! Kill him!"
Before entering the City Lord's Mansion, these Registered Servants had all come from different backgrounds, and quite a few were ruthless men. They immediately charged toward the arena, each as fierce as a wolf or tiger.
Fan Lang's eyes lit up as he watched enemy after enemy climb onto the arena.
Defeating such a large group would not only earn him the City Lord's Mansion's attention, but also grant him a massive amount of Experience Points!
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