Long Gan's voice echoed above the plaza, every word carrying unquestionable majesty and gripping everyone's attention tightly.
"The Dragon Gate trial consists of three stages, testing your temperament, skills, and strength."
"You have already proven yourselves in the first two stages. But this final stage will determine whether you are qualified to become sons-in-law of the True Dragon Clan!"
His gaze was like lightning as it swept across the twenty young powerhouses below, each with a different aura, lingering longest on Chen Changqing.
"The True Dragon Clan stands among the great dragon clans not through schemes and tricks, nor through any crooked side paths, but through real fists!"
"As a son-in-law of the Dragon Clan, you may be ignorant of artifact forging and unskilled in alchemy, but you absolutely cannot be a weakling incapable of tying up a chicken!"
Long Gan's words struck the ground like iron, filled with the Dragon Clan's characteristic tyranny and bluntness.
"Therefore, this final stage is very simple!"
He extended a finger toward the two arenas at the center of the plaza, built from black boulders and exuding an ancient aura.
"Fight!"
"One-on-one combat!"
"There are two arenas. Your opponents will be determined by drawing lots. The final two victors will then engage in the ultimate showdown. The winner will be the overall champion of this Dragon Gate trial!"
The moment those words fell, gasps rang out across the plaza.
Simple?
How was this simple?!
This was simply the cruelest, bloodiest law of the jungle!
Especially for the nineteen prodigies, whose expressions changed at once.
They glanced at the calm figure at the front of the group, then at the two arenas emanating an ominous aura, and immediately began groaning inwardly.
Fight that monster?
What kind of international joke was this?!
He was someone who