Inside the examination grounds, Wizard Apprentices used everything they had learned in their lives to fight their opponents to the death. Outside the grounds, a group of wizards had gathered in the hall on the 101st floor of the Central Black Tower to watch the examination together.
This examination was both a selection process and a self-recommendation fair.
Wizards often discovered buried talents during examinations, then took them in as formal apprentices.
But for most wizards, this examination was simply fine entertainment.
"Lorenzo, your apprentice is doing well. In just two days, he's already reached fifteen points," said a gaunt wizard who looked like a skeleton.
In the Crystal Ball before him, a Wizard Apprentice was blasting his enemies into pulp with Elemental Magic.
Nearby, a wizard with flames rising from half his body said, "Your apprentice isn't bad either. Though he's a stone, that stone is harder than diamond."
"Look at Floyd's student. He's actually taken the path of Faith Asceticism. Floyd, have you started using formal apprentices as test subjects?" a wizard with an illusory, ghostlike form suddenly shouted.
A white-robed wizard who looked holy and kindly bristled so hard his beard stuck up.
"He chose this path himself. It has nothing to do with me."
Such conversations continued one after another throughout the hall.
For wizards with formal apprentices, this examination was an opportunity to display their apprentices. For wizards who did not get along, it was a proxy war. If one's apprentice could suppress the other's apprentice, it was equivalent to suppressing the other wizard himself.
"Gerald, your apprentice seems a little lacking," a Skeleton Wizard mocked.
In his Crystal Ball, Richard had only four points. Not to mention formal apprentices—even some ordinary apprentices had surpassed him.
Gerald adjusted his glasses and said coldly, "Aijon,