"Over in half a minute?"
"The three Alien Race fighters used their Life Core Secret Techniques right from the start? How are we supposed to fight that?!"
"That's insane! This isn't an assessment at all—it's a slaughter!"
"..."
The generals who had originally been somewhat confident in themselves wore ugly expressions, their eyes filled with shock.
Ordinary battles proceeded step by step, with probing first and seriousness afterward.
But this assessment was different. It began with desperate killing moves!
How were they supposed to handle this?
An atmosphere of despair spread through the crowd.
Many Eight-star Generals who had once been quite confident now felt heavy shadows settle over their hearts.
Yet amid the oppression, one person's lips curled into a grin, nearly laughing out loud.
Joel.
He stood among the Godslayer Martial Hall's group.
His bald head gleamed under the starlight, and his eyes shone with undisguised excitement.
Whether he himself could pass no longer mattered.
What mattered was that Xu Jingming, whom he hated to the bone, and that icy Lin Qianxue were about to be in serious trouble!
Six Nine-star Generals? Nine Nine-star Generals?
Just imagining the scene made Joel feel utterly satisfied.
It was as though he could already see Xu Jingming being blasted into pulp in the Virtual Universe and eliminated in disgrace.
"Serves you right! You dared to act so arrogant! Did you really think a Sovereign was someone to be trifled with?" The delight on his face was nearly overflowing.
The assessment continued.
One general after another stepped forward and connected to the Virtual Universe.
Then, one brutal battle after another played out in the Holographic Projection—some marked by stubborn resistance, others by swift collapse.
Very few passed, while countless others were eliminated.
The atmosphere in the plaza grew increasingly grave.
Soon, it