Seven and a half minutes hadn't passed, yet these ten people either broke down mentally or spat out blood, and one after another, they were carried away.
Seeing such results, many young swordsmen who came to compete turned slightly pale, with a fine layer of sweat appearing on their foreheads. It wasn't just them; even the expressions of the audience in the distance turned extraordinarily grave.
Silently, a few more young swordsmen withdrew from the ranks, their faces gloomy.
Although there were fewer competitors, those who remained did not feel any relief. The assessment was truly too difficult and perilous. Even without competitors, they had no confidence in passing.
"A bunch of cowards, scared to this extent before the competition even starts. You'll wet your pants when you enter the selection arena." An abrasive voice rang out.
"What did you say?" Everyone looked angry, turning towards the source of the voice.
