"Sheikh Atractivo, don't do this, you are embarrassing me in front of everyone!"
The beautiful woman extended her hand with a coquettish movement; the handsome man waiting for this grabbed it and brought it to his lips.
Everyone's eyes were on this duo; some didn't know who the woman was.
"Where did this stunner come from like this?"
"Look at those legs!"
Two friends talking among themselves would be silenced by someone hitting their backs hard.
"Shut your traps, idiots; that woman making you drool is the manager of the Merchants Union Holy Blood Branch!"
"You don't know the Sheikh is in love with her; at least shut up and complete today without dying!"
While the jaws of those seeing the beautiful woman dropped, the old fears of some were flaring up; Antuan, whose wounds were healing slowly, was one of them.
"It became clear why she could talk like this; the whore has hooked the Sheikh!"
The moment the words he mumbled in his mouth reached his own ears, a voice rang in his mind.
"If you utter one more word, I won't leave it to anyone, I will kill you with my own hands!"
The person transmitting the voice was none other than the Third Elder playing with his bristle beard; Antuan was surprised how his speech, which even he barely heard, could go all the way there.
"Didn't you see what happened a moment ago? Don't you dare open your mouth where the Sheikh is, don't even think about it inwardly!"
Antuan's face turned white as a sheet; as he remembered the state of the people in the clan stands, his color was whitening even more. Luckily, the Sheikh had directed all his attention to the beautiful woman; his eye saw nothing else.
"Ekaterina, it is an honor for me to bow before you; have you thought about the offer I made once more?"
Nafız was slowly coming to her senses upon the sudden disappearance of the pressure on her; when she checked, Jashua and Alis were in the same situation as her. She wondered what would happen after Atractivo wrecked the place one moment and switched to romantic prince mode the next.
"Sheikh Atractivo, your interest honors me, but I cannot accept your kind offer. I came here upon interesting news reaching my ear; the birds told me your sect found some good saplings!"
The man on one knee straightened up slowly and came up to a step in front of the beautiful woman. The bodyguards behind the stunner in red remained motionless in the face of this; it was evident that what happened was not a new situation.
When Atractivo sent his masculine gaze into the woman's eyes, the resulting picture was dazzling. The energy emitted by the proximity of a handsome man and a woman illuminating her surroundings with her beauty made the knees of those around go weak.
The duo looked as if created for each other; they could be an example for the definition of a perfect couple.
"Is that so, it doesn't matter how many times I get rejected. You know, I won't give up on you!"
Atractivo, kissing the beautiful woman's hand once more, settled into the seat reserved for him again the next moment, and this time no woman appeared next to him.
"Third, make the preparations for the last test; I guess no objection will come from the valuable clan representatives about the level I chose!"
When the Third Elder looked at the place the Sheikh pointed, he witnessed the state of people looking as if they came out of a war. Those clan nobles watching the clans and public below with their proud, arrogant stances were like watermelons rolled off a truck bed.
"The Last Test will start in one hour, let preparations begin!"
Only a hundred people among thousands of participants had proven they possessed the qualifications to participate in the last test. There were a few more people overcoming the Hell Pit, but the unfortunate kids knew they couldn't participate in the last test with the wounds formed on their bodies.
Although they wouldn't perform physical activity during the last test, knowing that the damage their souls would take would reflect on their bodies, albeit slightly, was enough for them.
Even though it had lost most of its might in recent years, entering the Holy Blood Sect was a very important event. Even if they didn't swim in resource wealth like a hundred years ago, they could stand out from others thanks to cultivation techniques, special areas, and the guidance of instructors.
Besides this, none of it mattered after a person died; maybe they wouldn't die if they forced themselves with these wounds, but remaining crippled for a long time was no different from death for them. Almost all of them were young members of groups struggling for power within their own influences; falling behind now would ensure they couldn't raise their heads again for a lifetime.
Thus, the number was determined as one hundred after those withdrawing. While the activity in the area continued, these young people were striving to prepare themselves.
"They passed us in the first two tests, but the elders think they cheated. The sect uses them to show off to others; now it is time to spoil the game!"
"It doesn't matter where they hid inside the loser Bloody Moon Fiefdom; is it possible for those peasants who only trained throughout their lives to pass those with battle experience like us?"
Antuan had understood why the clans wanted the Death Pit trial as the last test. As the star student of one of the ten clans, he had knowledge about all trials, and this test measuring combat capability could change places in the ranking.
"Have no doubt, we are the people with the highest combat power among the ten clans!"
The young man, whose scar on his face gave a frightening expression, spoke clenching his teeth; he seemed to want to take revenge for remaining behind his friends.
"Let's see what you will do this time!"
The cheerful expression of Antuan, looking with sneaky glances at the place where Nafız, Alis, and Jashua were, changed suddenly; the boy in white clothes had extended the middle finger of his right hand towards him.
"Man, I liked this white boy very much, he turned out to be a total bastard. Look at that, what a gesture he is making!"
The Sheikh had given all his attention to the trial area when the women next to him left; Alis's gesture towards his rivals ensured he enjoyed himself too.
There was one more person doing the same action as Atractivo; Ekaterina, settled in the stand arranged for her right across the handsome man, was scanning the Bloody Moon trio too.
She not only scanned but also directed her energy to examine them, but she was blocked by someone else halfway.
"My lady, do you want us to do something?"
One of the bodyguards standing behind the woman whispered lightly; they were aware that their mistress's action was blocked.
"No need, let's accept if the Second Elder wanted it like this!"
The person blocking the beauty's attempt was the thick-browed man sitting on the Sheikh's right. He was cutting off the place where Ekaterina sat with his eyes looking like pieces of fire.
This invisible activity in the calm environment was followed carefully by the Jashua front; right now, they needed to extract as much information as they could from people.
"What do you say Jashua, it seems quite a big fish got caught in the bait we threw in the Merchants Union?"
Since Alis took the job of dealing with enemies on himself, Nafız had stayed calm and focused on making plans; she was sure the woman watching them saw the blood crystals she left that day too.
"She wanted to investigate us, but the Second Elder blocked it. The only subject I am sure about is that the Second Elder is someone to be trusted blindly!"
Jashua had put the Second Elder before the Sheikh; probably no one could blame the Young Count for this. All the public living on the Holy Blood Sect shared the same opinion with Jashua. The number of people wanting the Second Elder to become Sheikh instead of Atractivo, who was fond of his pleasure and had unstable movements, covered almost the entire population.
"Come on, speed up a little, I am going to explode from boredom!"
Lack of women must have gone to the head of the Holy Blood Sect Sheikh Atractivo; he shouted towards the disciples making preparations, people getting flustered didn't know what answer to give.
"My Sheikh, the formation will be ready within five minutes!"
The head supervisor leaped forward immediately and reported the latest situation; this news would ensure noise rose among the public too.
"Grandpa, I have never watched a Death Pit trial. How will this test be?"
A small boy around ten years old looked with curious eyes at the old man he was pulling by the edge of his simple tunic. Although he didn't know, most people around them hadn't watched the Death Pit trial before.