Long lines had already formed here. There were only around ten thousand platforms, yet far too many participants, and battles against the duplicates could not be settled in an instant.
Zhao Fu looked around, joined a relatively short line, and began waiting. The others followed behind him.
One person after another stepped onto the platforms and came before the mirrors. A magic formation on the ground activated, and the platforms shone with countless rays of light. The mirrors also gave off a powerful glow as duplicates emerged from them one by one.
Then the real people began fighting their duplicates. Once some duplicates were defeated, they turned into countless fragments and dispersed. If the real person was defeated, they had to step down from the platform before the duplicate would stop attacking.
Time passed bit by bit. A young man shattered his duplicate with a punch, passed the trial, and headed forward to take part in the next trial.
At this point, after only a few more people, it would be Zhao Fu's turn.
Just as it was a young boy's turn to step up, a tall barbarian cut in ahead of him, barging in from the side as he said rudely, "All of you, get lost! I'm taking the trial first."
This line-cutting immediately stirred everyone's displeasure.
Someone directly shouted, "Who the hell do you think you are? We've been waiting in line for so long and still haven't had our turn. You think you can take the trial whenever you say so?"
Someone else followed, saying, "Yeah! Go line up properly, or I won't wait in line either. Why do you get to cut straight in?"
Yet another person added, "That's right! Who do you think you are, acting like you don't have to line up?"
Hearing this,