Under the exceedingly regretful gazes of the many magical research personnel,
After Ling Zhan finished dismantling and reassembling those magitech devices, he left and returned to the training grounds.
All members of the Demon-Slaying Legion were training here.
And compared to before Ling Zhan had arrived, they were training even harder.
The reason was simple.
Ling Zhan had set a rule for them.
There would be a trial examination once every month.
Those whose results failed to meet the standard, who could not pass the trial, could only obediently leave the legion.
As for how the members trained during that time—whether they slacked off or coasted—Ling Zhan would not interfere.
If this method were applied to an ordinary legion, who knew how many people would have to leave.
After all, ordinary legions were made up of all kinds of job-changers, with even more being adventurers and bounty hunters recruited from the outside world.
Without strict rules to restrain them, and without tempering them through the harshest methods, they simply could not amount to anything.
But Ling Zhan's legion was no ordinary legion.
As a top-tier legion that gathered the young geniuses of every nation, if Ling Zhan still had to watch over them and urge them on like a parent, what difference would such a legion have from an ordinary one?
This was a wolf's den.
Not a dog's kennel.
Ling Zhan had no need to keep an eye on these members.
If they wanted to train, they could train. If they wanted to slack off, they could slack off.
And there was only one thing he needed to do: assess them.
Fail the assessment? Sorry, that meant you were not qualified to remain in this legion, so get the hell out obediently.
Thus...
The members of the Demon-Slaying Legion