"Still, that's only normal. Captain Ling can no longer be described by common sense. He's a freak who transcends all reason!"
"Indeed. Although Li Chaoge, Sheng Luni, Norton, and the others are powerful and have promising futures, they are still within the bounds of comprehension. But Captain Ling is a little too much. The combat power he has displayed so far has been utterly outrageous."
"Perfect. It'll give those little brats from the evil organizations a chance to broaden their horizons."
"I heard the evil organizations started this deathmatch tournament specifically to kill Captain Ling."
"If I were the Demonfall Organization, I'd do the same. Who would dare let a freak like Captain Ling fully grow? His minor skills are already this outrageous. If his innate talent keeps evolving in the future, wouldn't that be terrifying!?"
"Hiss! The moment you say that, I can't help drawing in a cold breath. Every minor skill reaching SS-rank, even SSS-rank..."
"Enough, that's too exaggerated. At most, they'd all reach S-rank. Don't oversell it..."
"..."
Norton's actions made everyone sigh in amazement.
At the same time, they discussed what the future path of the Jobless Freelancer might look like.
Yet the more they discussed it, the more absurd it seemed.
How could there be someone whose innate talent could keep evolving?
It was simply too outrageous!
"Enough. Gather up."
At this moment, General Li lightly clapped his hands, gathering the contestants together.
Reserve members from the legions of ten countries were participating.
Each team consisted of five people.
Fifty people in total.
On the Demonfall Organization's side, they had also joined forces with other evil organizations and fielded fifty people.
Demonfall.
Dark Church.
Blood Hammer Guild.
Demon Advocates.
Whisper of the Night.
Five organizations.
Each organization had sent ten elites into battle!
This even