Talent Testing, Terrifying Eyes!
A deep, resonant voice brimming with vigor and carrying a trace of battle-qi fluctuations spread across the spacious field. The sound waves pierced through the tide-like clamor and reached everyone's ears loud and clear.
Everyone shuddered when they heard the voice and promptly fell silent, turning their gazes toward the tall, spacious platform not far away. In an instant, the entire field became as silent as a deserted street. Everyone watched the platform quietly, some curious and others expectant.
The towering platform stood roughly three zhang high. A middle-aged man in a red outfit stood on it with his hands clasped behind his back.
The man had an ordinary appearance and dark skin. His short brown hair converged toward the center of his head in a cone shape, its sharp tip pointing angrily toward the heavens. This gave him an untamed, wild air. His sharp eyes swept across the entire scene, and his solemn expression made it obvious that he was not a man given to smiling or joking.
"I'm one of the people in charge of this recruitment. All right, I won't say much else. You all came here for what purpose—I'm sure I don't need to explain that! But our War God Academy wants elites, geniuses! And not just any geniuses—we want those with potential. Therefore, no one may be over twenty-five!"
Everyone had long known that applicants could not be over twenty-five. After all, no academy would recruit an old man. An academy, of course, needed to recruit a group of vigorous young people!
At this point, the middle-aged man paused, then his tone turned cold. "To put it bluntly, if you have no talent, you can leave immediately! Many people have come here today, but I hope the number who remain in