"Strength test concluded. Everyone, prepare for the practical combat test immediately."
As the last person set down the stone lock, Fan Duan rose from his chair and announced it.
All thirteen people in the strength test had passed.
Those unwilling to undergo even such a basic screening would not come here to humiliate themselves.
"For the practical combat test, follow the previous order. Condensing Qi Realm martial artists go first."
Fan Duan leaped into the center of the Martial Arts Arena.
With a light push from his only remaining right arm, he sent the stone lock rising from the ground and flying beyond the arena.
With a thunderous boom, dust billowed into the air.
That display immediately cowed everyone present.
Even the four Condensing Qi Realm martial artists revealed astonishment.
Seeing this, Fan Duan merely curled his lips into a faint smile. "Don't worry. I'll hold back when I fight you."
The Demon Slayer Bureau members around the Martial Arts Arena were all smiling as well, as though they were ready to watch a good show.
The Demon Slayer Bureau was the most formidable department in the Great Jing Dynasty, gathering the dynasty's most talented and most ruthless people.
Its generous benefits came hand in hand with immense pressure and danger.
While working, only when they occasionally took turns guarding the Martial Arts Arena could they watch such examinations and relax a little.
More importantly, watching juniors make fools of themselves was simply one of life's greatest pleasures.
The first to enter was the oldest among the four Condensing Qi martial artists.
Of course, old was only in comparison to Mu Yang and the others. In truth, he was only around forty, right in the prime of middle age.
The burly man held a refined steel saber. After jumping into