When an hour and a half passed, six people remained inside the Hell Pit. These people were members of the Bloody Moon Fiefdom, Bloody Star, and Black Lily Clans.
The only participant of the Black Lilies had come to the edge of the pool consisting of boiling blood. He could be proud of his result because he was still inside while a member of the Bloody Star Clan had gone out.
Scarface had thrown himself out before seeing an hour and a half; judging by the condition of the female member in the same party, she would also go to her friend's side soon.
"Endure a bit more!"
Antuan whispered into the ear of the girl resisting with her last strength; meanwhile, his eyes were on the trio present here on behalf of the Bloody Moon Fiefdom.
"Damn it, how can they be this relaxed!"
Black Lily Silvio threw himself out swearing; the color of his face had turned to lime. The pressure inside the Hell Pit was enormous. The moment you lost yourself, you could disappear inside the blood wrapping you like boiling lava.
"How is the weather over there, Plushy!"
Alis began to tease the duo standing in the far corner without minding the blood coming up to his neck; there was not the slightest sign of strain in his voice. He waited for an answer for a while; when it didn't come, he completely embraced impudence.
"Don't talk if you are struggling, but know that the one next to you will explode soon!"
When he pointed to Antuan's side with his bead-like eyes, all eyes turned there; the young girl had come to a state where she couldn't breathe. There were five minutes left to five points, but a voice rang in the ears of the Bloody Star Clan participants.
"Celeso, get out quickly!"
Only the two of them had heard this instruction; as for the owner of the order, it was the tall thin man sitting on the left side of the Sheikh. He had transmitted his voice in a way that only the two of them could hear; the Third Elder saw that if they insisted a bit more, the young girl would be subjected to irreversible injuries.
Bending her neck, the young girl went out of the formation; now four people remained inside and it was time to wake the Sheikh from his pleasure world.
"My Lord, four people remain!"
The Second Elder spoke with a harsh tone of voice; there was no air of someone speaking to his superior in his attitude. While straightening up slowly, the Sheikh stretched yawning as if he didn't pay attention to this matter; the cheeks of the women next to him were flushed red, their bodies were in sweat.
"Who remains inside?"
Atractivo directed his question directly to the Third Elder; he had entrusted the internal affairs of the sect to him. Everyone, especially those sitting in the clan stands, was hanging on his every word.
"Bloody Star Clan member Antuan and three participants of the Bloody Moon Fiefdom are still inside the formation, my Sheikh!"
Saying the name of his own clan's member and skipping the other three people caused the representatives of the other nine clans bound to the sect to laugh; this situation wouldn't please the Second Elder at all.
"Silence!"
When his deep voice turned around the square fully, many people from among the public who came to watch the selections couldn't endure and fainted; this warning had naturally brought the clan representatives into line too. They could spin all kinds of intrigues behind closed doors and in clan castles far from the sect, but they still had to be careful within the borders of the Holy Blood Sect.
Especially in environments where the Second Elder was present, one had to be crazy to make a move that would test his patience. The irascible man with a huge build was the number one disciple of the previous sheikh; in the news spreading from ear to ear, it was talked that he too had created his own special technique.
"Should we move the Sect to the Bloody Moon Fiefdom, look at them!"
The Sheikh was watching the formation oblivious to the world; the only thing surprising him was the upright and proud stances of Nora, Jashua, and Alis.
"Third, yours is good too, but he bent his neck a bit like a vegetable past its prime!"
Antuan was leaning right and left like a roly-poly toy after the five-point threshold was exceeded; when ten minutes remained to the two-hour period, his teeth would start chattering.
"Antuan, get out!"
The Third Elder saw the gravity of the situation; he had given his order not to waste his biggest hope this year.
"I can endure up to six points, my Lord!"
The level of blood had risen enough to cover the mouths of three people in the formation; the only exception was Jashua. The boiling blood was just at shoulder level of the broad-shouldered, white-skinned boy with thick black hair; he stood motionless like a bust coming out of a master sculptor's hand.
"I order you, get out!"
Nine minutes to six points, Antuan left the Hell Pit too; as soon as he stepped outside, he couldn't endure and collapsed where he was.
Although he couldn't notice due to the intense pressure created by the blood, there were wide-scale burns on his body; healers waiting on alert had appeared right beside him.
Even though he was in a state to scream from pain, the young boy couldn't do this; he had squeezed himself so much that his body couldn't endure anymore and saved him by fainting.
"Plushy fainted!"
When Alis went up on his tiptoes and carried his mouth above the blood, he shouted laughing. The devastated state of the enemy had provided relief to his heart. A few laughs followed his words; just as the Second Elder was straightening up from his place getting angry again, a voice rose from right beside him.
"This snowball turned out to be a total bastard, look how he mocks!"
The Sheikh was addressing Alis with the name he gave him himself; this situation had taken away the Second Elder's anger all of a sudden. The Sheikh addressing a disciple candidate with the name he gave himself was considered a sign that he adopted him and took him under his protection in a way.
Even if they turned into a monster with a single tooth left, at least the sect members hearing this would have to review the plans they set up in their minds about the trio once more.
"Alis, we are leaving!"
Five minutes to six points, Nafız went out of the formation together with Alis whom she held by the collar of his jacket; healers waiting ready had come to their side in a breath. They were fully equipped after the experience they had with Antuan; they were waiting ready to use whatever they had for emergency intervention.
"No need, we are fine!"
Nafız stopped the two men coming running to their side with her hand; although their clothes were devastated by the hot blood, there wasn't the slightest sign on their bodies indicating they were injured. The Sheikh and the two men next to him were silent, but the clan stands had started to boil at least as fast as the blood inside the Hell Pit.
"Are there no injuries on their bodies?"
"It was almost two hours, but only their clothes took damage!"
Voices were rising mixing with each other; those outside the head representatives sitting in front were like in a beehive.
"Send men to the Bloody Moon Fiefdom, search every inch of it. Find whatever the secret of this business is!"
The common opinion was that there was a secret and it was hidden within the borders of the fiefdom, but unfortunately, there was neither a secret nor could anyone enter those lands as they pleased like before anymore.
While Nafız calculated their performance in the selections, she guessed this would happen; for this reason, she had left the defense of the fiefdom in the hands of the forces bound to the Golden Leaf Guild.
While catching her breath on the side, a smile settled on her face and grew slowly as she heard the conversations in the clan stands; unlike her comfort, one person was extremely uneasy. The Second Elder gave some instructions silently to a woman appearing at his side with his signal. Although Nafız couldn't hear what was spoken, she knew this was for the protection of the Bloody Moon Fiefdom.
"Two hours completed, Bloody Moon Jashua received six full points. You can leave the formation!"
The head supervisor shouted puffing out his chest with pride; he had been doing this duty for almost fifty years, but for the first time, he could use the words six full points for the Hell Pit.
Blood had now covered Jashua's neck too and reached over his chin, but what was interesting was that although it was announced that the trial ended, the young boy was still standing where he was.