Zhao Wuji's gaze swept over the four of them, and his tone softened slightly as he said:
"In one incense stick's time, the assessment will begin.
"The assessment is for the four of you to join forces and withstand my attacks for one incense stick's time. Once it is over, your points will be calculated based on the roles you played in battle, which will then determine your ranking.
"I hope you understand that you must not try to be clever. If anyone drags down the entire team for their own selfish reasons, they can leave Shrek forever.
"We not only value the cultivation of our students' strength; character is also an important factor in our evaluations."
"Teacher Zhao is still too reluctant to let talent go! Otherwise, the fight for command alone would have been enough to judge the character of these four."
Ma Hongjun shook his head and conveyed his thoughts through the shared network between the three of them.
Oscar and Dai Mubai were equally helpless about this. After all, there were at most two years left until the Continental Elite Spirit Master Tournament. If they recruited students later, there would likely be no time left to train them.
So Zhao Wuji's choice was understandable.
On the other side, Zhao Wuji had clearly noticed the gazes of the three martial brothers. He awkwardly turned his head and shot Oscar a glance.
Only then did he turn back to the four taking the assessment and speak again:
"Don't think I'll go easy on you. If you are seriously injured in battle, it may even affect your future path of cultivation. If you're afraid and want to withdraw now, it's not too late."
After saying that, no one knew where he produced an incense stick from. With a rub