"Whoa!"
When the elderly Drake announced that the Dragon Servant chosen by viewing room five was actually contestant ten.
The entire arena erupted in an uproar.
Everyone's eyes turned in unison toward Gu Chenfeng, who stood at the very edge of the ten Other Dragon warriors, still finding it hard to believe.
"How is that possible? That lord passed over the dual-attribute Other Dragon genius and chose number ten?"
"Exactly! Even number two or three wouldn't have been strange. How could it be number ten?"
"Damn, I think I remember this number ten. He barely ran into any enemies from start to finish.
"He survived to the end on sheer dogshit luck, and his score was far lower than even ninth place.
"What makes trash like him worthy of being chosen as a Dragon Servant?!"
The Drake warriors in the stands buzzed with heated discussion.
After all, becoming the Dragon Servant of an important figure with a true dragon bloodline was a precious opportunity. Even among those with half-dragon bloodlines, only a tiny minority ever had such a chance.
Now they had seen a fellow who had passed the Dragon Blood Trial through luck, whose cultivation and strength were nothing outstanding.
Actually get chosen as a Dragon Servant. How could any of them stomach it?
Meanwhile, the youth with mismatched eyes, who had already stepped forward and raised his hands in a cupped-fist salute, froze on the spot.
His expression stiffened for a moment. Only after a long while did he recover and slowly turn toward Gu Chenfeng.
His pupils contracted, and his expression grew even more astonished.
The lord in viewing room five had actually not chosen him.
Instead, they had chosen this piece of trash, who had nearly been killed by someone he himself had been hunting!