In the dim street, waves of shadow creatures surged endlessly.
"Pfft!" "Pfft!"
Jiang Ye's face was cold and fierce, holding a golden dagger, with star energy continuously pouring out from his body, he swung the dagger with all his might.
"Kill!"
He let out a low growl, dark blood splattered, staining his face, yet appearing even more resolute.
Tired?
Without a doubt, of course tired!
Jiang Ye wasn't made of iron, having fought continuously for six hours, without yet breaking through the First Break, he was more exhausted than others.
But he was very clear about his own positioning.
"Compared to others, I have no advantage in terms of strength."
"What I have over them is Martial Arts Will."
"Only by persisting! Let the examiners see, the chances of passing the preparatory star profession assessment will be greater."
Jiang Ye looked up slightly.
Above the market, several military drones were continuously recording the entire process.
