While Jashua stood in blood coming up to his chin, he was looking calmly at a place. In the target of his eyes, there was the Sheikh of the Holy Blood Sect indulging in pleasure between two seniors.
"What is happening, why didn't this kid come out?"
Most of the watchers couldn't figure out what was happening; people found in the area below the clan stands were talking among themselves.
"Senior, the head supervisor announced the result, but!"
A few young people gathered around a middle-aged man were talking all at once; as for the man subjected to questions, he was very calm.
"Which clan are we bound to?"
The man playing with his long beard spoke without taking his eyes off inside the Hell Pit.
"Bloody Sun Clan!"
One of the kids answered with excitement.
"Good, now answer. Can I give an order to the clan lord sitting right above us?"
All of the young kids shook their heads in fear; they couldn't even imagine this event happening.
"Did you understand what happened? The kid inside the Hell Pit is the Count of the Bloody Moon Fiefdom and not a student of the sect yet."
When the students of the fiefdom the middle-aged man was bound to and those around eavesdropping on them figured out what was going on, they felt a deep respect inside them towards Jashua.
He was also coming from a fiefdom just like themselves, but right now he had stolen all the lights on the stage.
One of them couldn't endure and shouted Jashua; the excitement of kids at this age used to be high. Seeing a peer doing the job he dreamed of, he had done what came from inside him without being able to pay attention to where he was.
Somehow this spark spread in waves. The only name with six stars of the first round showing the same performance in the second round was met with enthusiasm among the public too.
Only the clan stands were in the silence of a house of mourning; the sect, whose fall they had been expecting for years, attaining such a sapling didn't please them at all.
"My Sheikh, with your permission, I want to give an order!"
The Second Elder called out to the sheikh watching the square with absent-minded eyes when blood covered Jashua's face. His heart wouldn't consent to such talent being wasted just due to stubbornness and old-fashioned customs.
"Calm down Second, there is a Count in front of you. Let's see if he can endure until the end?"
The Hell Pit Disk was prepared for elimination competitions this time; having at most six degrees, it would turn off by itself when it was time to pass to the seventh level. Knowing this, the Sheikh wanted to test the limits of the young man looking at him until his eyes were covered with blood.
When ten more minutes passed, Jashua was not visible anymore; the noise in the square had cut off too, a breathless wait had begun.
There were expressions of fear on the faces of the watching public. Because they saw the state of the young man who was a member of the Bloody Star Clan after coming out, they were uneasy for the condition of Jashua buried completely in boiling blood.
The Second Elder shared the same feelings with them too; he had taken such a stance where he sat that he looked like he would dive into the trial area like a hawk at any moment.
As for the Third Elder, he was joyful to an extent he couldn't hide. Although the Hell Pit was adjusted for acceptance tests, he was grinning thinking that the future of the kid whose whole body was exposed to blood for this long would darken.
Minutes had turned into hours; while counting down from ten, the tension in the square increased thoroughly. When the last thirty seconds remained, breaths accelerated, and finally, the disk turned itself off and was wiped away from the area it covered for more than two hours.
"Run immediately!"
The Second Elder shouted looking at the healers standing on the side; if it weren't for those in the clan stands, he would have gone to the young boy's side long ago.
"No need!"
The Second, receiving the answer to his call from where the Hell Pit was a moment ago, turned to stone where he was. The person whose life he was worried about was walking to his friends' side with firm steps.
It was like time stopped; only Jashua's footsteps were echoing in the colossal square. Then a hum broke out madly; thousands of people were almost vomiting the enthusiasm they held inside for so long.
"Jashua!" "Jashua!"
The head of the young boy whose name was shouted was upright, his stance was proud. There wasn't the slightest damage on his hair, skin, even his clothes; as if it was someone else who came out of boiling lava a moment ago and not him.
"There is definitely a cheat in this business!"
"Okay, we understood his blood compatibility is at the highest degree, but it can't be this much either!"
Clan representatives who couldn't get their share of the enthusiasm had started whispering among themselves; the common opinion was directed at Jashua cheating.
"The Holy Blood Sect definitely gave him a protective item, there can be no other explanation!"
"You speak the truth, we must use our right to make a proposal for the last test!"
Although their lips didn't speak, inside their minds was like a witch's cauldron; after the extraordinary performance, they thought these were the sect's game, a window dressing.
"Second, was it worth panicking so much, look the Count of Bloody Moon stands safe and sound!"
The only one not spoiling his carefree stance in the colossal square was Atractivo; although the sheikh's mouth stopped, his hand didn't stay empty, his two hands were wandering inside the dresses of the women next to him.
"Third, what did you think for the last exam, say we will be very bored if it is the usual classic one!"
Leaving a bored sigh, the Sheikh leaned back; the last stage where the physical conditions of the participants were tested always seemed boring to him.
As a community fighting by transferring their energies to the weapon, physical condition was at least as important as mastering techniques. No matter how high energy you possessed, it was impossible for you to win against someone at the same level as you and possessing better physical features.
"Yes my Lord, since we started, I say let's finish the job by doing the last test!"
The morale of the bristle-bearded man had hit rock bottom; he was speaking by swinging his skinny neck right and left like a snakehead.
"Alright, announce it, let them start preparations!"
The Sheikh, whose face fell, returned to doing the job he loved most by adding his mouth to his hand too. The four women who were with him when the second test started had gone, other women had come in their places.
The Second's eye was twitching in the face of this situation, but the Third stood up quite comfortably.
"Let's move on to the third test!"
Just as the head supervisor made a move for his interspatial ring as he received the order, an unexpected voice rose from the clan stands.
"Third Elder, as clans, we want to use our authority to determine the last test!"
The weak-physiqued man froze; representatives of ten clans were on their feet too.
"Are you all in agreement on this matter?"
"Yes, everyone is of this opinion!"
The sect itself had given the right to intervene in the last test of the acceptance exam in ancient times; some of the clans used to use this by uniting.
Actually, it was something done to fuel the competition among them; they would want to choose trials where their own participants were advantageous by uniting.
This time the situation was completely different; all clans had become one voice, wanting to determine the last test for a kid coming from a fiefdom.
"My Sheikh?"
The Third Elder turned to the handsome man with questioning looks.
"Don't they have the right? Let them continue!"
If the world burned, Atractivo would comb his hair; while the Second Elder was throwing piercing looks towards the clan stands, he was completely minding his own business.
"Say it then, what do you want?"
The Third was happy inwardly but didn't dare to show this in front of all the public. Hardening his attitude falsely, he made his best feature, the art of window dressing, speak.
"We want the death pit test!"
The person speaking on behalf of the clans was the representative of the Bloody Star Clan. What a coincidence that this man was also the father of Antuan, who threw himself out before passing six points inside the Hell Pit.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, this is our common decision!"
After a fake dialogue, the decision was accepted, but the head supervisor who would make the necessary preparations hadn't taken action yet.