But Xia Ping was highly skilled and bold enough to dare anything. He feared none of this and did not care in the slightest. If it had been the real Bati, he would have been dead beyond death in such a situation.
At this moment, Jacob, the supervisor of the Mission Hall, spoke. "All of you are here to apply for the position of treasury guard. The requirements for this position are extremely high. First and foremost is strength. Without formidable combat power, dreaming of becoming a treasury guard is nothing but wishful thinking.
"As one of the chief examiners for this assessment, I, Jacob, am impartial and incorruptible, iron-faced and selfless. Anyone hoping to pull strings, any good-for-nothing or coward who only got this opportunity through connections and wants to fish in troubled waters before me—it is impossible. All of you had better remember that."
His gaze seemed to casually sweep over Xia Ping, and a sneer curled at the corner of his mouth. Of course, on the surface, he remained an iron-faced, impartial examiner who would not bend the law for personal gain.
Keli, standing among the crowd, sneered as well. The way he looked at Xia Ping was as though he were looking at a dead man.
"Enough. I won't waste any more words."
Jacob continued, "The location for this assessment is the Abyss Continent. You must clear out a sufficient number of Abyss Demons before you can be considered to have completed the mission and passed the assessment. If you cannot clear out enough, that proves you lack the strength and are unfit for the position of treasury guard. That means you have failed the assessment.
"However, I must warn you: this assessment in the Abyss World is no child's play. Those Abyss Demons are immensely