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"Get up here!"

The youth was Wang Yun. His face instantly turned pale, and his legs began trembling uncontrollably.

"I-I..."

Gu Sheng walked over to Wang Yun and patted him on the shoulder.

"Go on. If you can't win, surrender. No one will blame you."

"B-But..."

Wang Yun's voice shook, his eyes filled with fear.

"No buts."

Gu Sheng lowered his voice.

"The Holy Land is holding in a bellyful of anger right now. Someone has to let them vent it. Don't worry, surrendering isn't shameful."

In the end, Wang Yun nodded with difficulty and dragged his heavy steps toward the arena.

Zhuang Feichen was already standing on the platform, arms folded across his chest, his eyes full of contempt.

"What are you dawdling for? Get up here and die!"

Wang Yun shuddered violently and nearly tripped over the steps, drawing a burst of laughter from the Holy Land disciples below.

"Look, another trash piece that doesn't know his own limits!"

"Senior Brother Zhuang, finish him in one move!"

"Let him learn the consequences of offending the Holy Land!"

Wang Yun lowered his head, clenching his hands into fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, yet he felt no pain.

He stood trembling before Zhuang Feichen, not even daring to raise his head and meet his gaze.

"Begin!"

The examiner gave the order.

A cruel curve appeared on Zhuang Feichen's lips as he suddenly unleashed his full aura.

Violent Spiritual Power pressure crashed toward Wang Yun like a tsunami, and even the air atop the arena seemed to freeze.

"Puh—"

Wang Yun seemed to have been struck by lightning. He spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered back several steps, nearly falling off the platform.

"Hahaha!"

Zhuang Feichen laughed loudly.

"I haven't even made a