After a while, Bibi Dong slowly took a step forward on the raised platform.
She lightly tapped the Purple Gold Scepter, the symbol of the Supreme Pontiff's absolute authority, against the ground. A dull thud rang out, and her cold, imposing presence instantly pressed the entire square into utter silence.
Her narrow, piercing eyes swept over those below. Wherever her gaze fell, everyone from the Angel Training Camp and the Purple Glory Training Camp instinctively held their breath, not daring to make the slightest movement.
"This time, the Angel Training Camp, personally cultivated by the Worship Hall, has come specifically to participate in the Purple Glory Training Camp's annual assessment." Bibi Dong's voice was not loud, but it carried clearly into every corner.
She paused, then continued announcing the rules. "For this assessment, each side will field ten members. There will be six one-on-one duels, followed by two two-on-two team battles."
"Each victory in one-on-one soul fighting earns one point, and each victory in two-on-two soul fighting earns two points, for a total of ten."
Having finished, Bibi Dong looked at the two sharply divided groups below. Her tone remained indifferent, betraying no emotion.
"For the next five years, everyone on the winning side will enjoy benefits equivalent to those of a Black Bishop and preferential resource allocations. Furthermore, your respective halls will take responsibility for the soul rings you need next. You may choose any soul ring under fifty thousand years old."
At these words, the trainees below appeared unmoved, their composure bordering on indifference.
Resources on par with a Black Bishop's? For geniuses singled out for cultivation by Spirit Hall, that really amounted to little more than a mosquito's scrap of meat.
As for choosing any soul ring under fifty thousand years old? Everyone knew the score. It