Where the hell did you bring me?
Sometimes, increased difficulty instead sparked people's desire to rise to the challenge.
Especially for Pride of Embers—anyone who feared challenges or hesitated before them was destined not to go far down this road. Gustav's harshness and iron-fisted approach were instead seen as a rare trial.
The same went for his earlier decision to disregard all objections and pressure and give a passing rate of zero.
Out of more than eleven hundred people, how many harbored hopes of getting lucky? How many saw themselves as chosen by Heavenly Mandate, charging headlong into hardship without fear?
"You've already become a mountain in people's eyes, my friend."
Jiang Tongguang sighed. "Now the younger generation is surging forward, bravely competing to reach you."
Still, with so many apprentices gathered together, each with their own lineage and status, coming from every corner—quite a few of them bore deep grudges against one another, enemies who could not coexist under the same sky...
His eyes suddenly lit up.
"Hey, I've got an idea!"
Jiang Tongguang clapped his hands and raised a finger. "How about we rearrange their placements and put them all together?"
Gustav looked over expressionlessly.
All he saw was the fellow's undisguised excitement and anticipation—I'm bored. I want to see a bloodbath!
Forget it. He shouldn't have expected anything more from this guy in the first place.
He withdrew his gaze and responded indifferently.
"Whether it's a gathering of heroes or a meeting of turnips, we'll only know after they've been through the fire."
After thinking for a moment, he suddenly said, "A thousand people is still too many. For the first round, eliminate eight hundred of them."
At that instant, The Tower beneath their feet gave a slight tremble.
Spiritual Substance surged forth, emerging from the incomplete