"Clang~"
"Clang~"
"Clang~"
The deafening toll of the bronze bell rang out once more across the entire Prefectural City.
On Cloud Mist Mountain.
The Martial Suppression Academy's third trial, the comprehension assessment, officially came to an end.
Inside the cave, hundreds of disciples heard the bell. Their expressions varied, and miserable cries and wails filled the air.
"Fuck! Why did it end so fast?"
"I still haven't gotten this fist technique flowing properly..."
"What do I do? I'm finished! I didn't comprehend anything at all!"
"Hey, brother, can you teach me a few moves? I'll reward you handsomely afterward!"
"Teach my ass! Look at what those outer disciples are doing. If they catch us, both of us will be eliminated!"
Seeing the disciples panicking, Xu Ye calmly clasped his hands behind his back, a proud and confident smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
Five days ago, while he was recovering from his injuries, Mo Chen had secretly taught him an ordinary fist technique.
So when he heard the bell, he was not panicked in the slightest. Instead, he even wanted the assessment to end quickly so he could show off before the elders.
I, Xu, have always acted with victory firmly in hand!
This third trial is in the bag!
A hand landed on Xu Ye's shoulder from behind. His brow furrowed as he turned, ready to snap at whoever it was.
Then he saw Mo Chen. Xu Ye's shoulders immediately slumped, and the confidence on his face vanished without a trace.
He hurriedly put on a flattering smile and greeted him.
"Senior Brother Mo, you're taking this path too?"
Mo Chen looked around in confusion. "Is there another path in this cave?"
Xu Ye hurriedly waved his hands. "No, no, that's not what I meant. I meant,