The Power of Nine Serums: Strange

Because of the home-field advantage, far more K'un-Lun disciples had signed up than Kamar-Taj sorcerers—nearly more than twice as many.

Yet after a single round of basic testing, the results left everyone stunned.

Less than twenty percent of the K'un-Lun disciples had passed, while the Kamar-Taj sorcerers had achieved a pass rate as high as ninety percent.

All the K'un-Lun disciples present were dumbfounded.

These sorcerers had definitely cheated!

Urine tests! They had to take urine tests!

Not just them—even Lei Kung, who had watched the entire event from the raised platform, wore a bewildered expression.

"Are these really sorcerers?"

Back then, Du Mu had proposed that both sides contribute something valuable as prizes for the World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament, saying it would encourage people to sign up.

The moment Lei Kung heard that, he had secretly rejoiced and had nearly burst out laughing.

Wasn't this plainly giving K'un-Lun free benefits?

After all, the competition had clearly stipulated that all participants were forbidden from using magic or firearms.

A group of sorcerers without magic or firearms was equivalent to having their hands and feet crippled. What could the Kamar-Taj sorcerers possibly use to defeat K'un-Lun's disciples?

Only an idiot would refuse!

So Lei Kung had made the decision on the spot and readily agreed. He had even generously brought out one of K'un-Lun's treasures, a century-old Great Recovery Pill, as one of the champion's rewards.

Who could have expected the outcome to be completely beyond his expectations?

In his imagination, those sorcerers who only knew how to stay at range and attack had actually tested far stronger than K'un-Lun's disciples.

Were they sorcerers, or warriors wearing sorcerer robes?

"Of course they are genuine."

Du Mu sat beside him, leisurely taking a sip from his teacup with a harmless