Yafiel did not speak immediately, but saw the dense crowd.
The crowd rushing towards the training ground was like ants. Today, a new king would be born there, an event that would excite everyone in the A-class region.
Being able to enter S-class was the wish of at least most people who pursued ultimate strength. They had waited for this opportunity for too long.
"Do you see these people? Don't you think they are actually very similar to office workers?"
Yafiel did not seem to care about Ren Yuanhao's purpose for coming, and changed the topic himself.
Ren Yuanhao looked at the surging crowd and indeed thought of office workers squeezing onto buses and subways.
"Actually, the rules of the world are all the same. The strong devour the weak, and everyone wants to climb higher by stepping on the weak. Without desires, one is not human."
"But you are not, and neither am I."
Yafiel looked into Ren Yuanhao's eyes, as if conveying something to him.
Ren Yuanhao immediately understood and, without much speech, simply said, "Thank you."
"No need to thank me. As for you, if you don't report soon, you might be late."
Ren Yuanhao patted his head and smiled foolishly. Just as he was about to rush off, Yafiel grabbed him.
"Let's go, I'll give you a ride."
"What will you use to give me a ride?"
Yafiel pointed to the Harley motorcycle parked not far away, spewing black light. "How about it, want to witness my driving skills?"
"My pleasure."
...
The training ground was already packed with people, the vast majority of whom were spectators. After all, just seeing the registered ability users at the registration desk was enough to deter most people from signing up.
"Hey, hey, hey, see that guy? That person is a congenital ability user. I heard his weapon can cut through anything hard. He's known as the Master of Division, and he once killed masters above the Foundation Establishment stage among cultivators."
"What does he count for? See the blind man wearing sunglasses? I heard that he can judge positions just by listening to sounds and control silk threads to turn opponents into puppets. See his black bag? Inside might be a puppet he controls."
"A gathering of monsters, but have you noticed the person wearing the mask?"
"Holy shit, even he's back!"
"Who is he?"
"The Masked Killer, a top-tier existence in the A-class region. It is said that he has always been outside executing assassination missions, and countless cultivators have died by his hand. It is said that he has mastered the essence of Japanese ninjutsu and wields an extremely long katana!"
The crowd was already dumbfounded, and when Jero, one of the Eight Kings, descended to the referee's seat of the training ground, the scene instantly became chaotic.
One must know that the Eight Kings rarely appeared in the A-class region, especially in person!
The arrival of the Eight Kings indicated that the higher authorities attached great importance to this new king selection.
Jero looked at the number of registrants and suddenly shook his head. "Too many people, how can there be so much time to watch these people fight each other?"
Dr. Rossis, who was the referee, said, "Yes, it's so boring. I wonder if the Three Kings have any good ideas?"
"Ideas, of course, there are."
Without a word, Jero leaped onto the stage. Suppressing his voice, he said, "Now there are too many people registering, which is too much of a waste of time, so~"
Jero suddenly roared, like a thunderclap!
Everyone covered their ears. Fortunately, this pressure was not directed at the audience, but at the participants. Otherwise, with their strength, their ears would probably be unable to hear for several days.
A lightning strike erupted on the flat ground, and over seventy percent of the registered participants immediately fainted on the ground. Some were even scared to the point of soiling themselves!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Third King, your method is really effective. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to figure anything out even if we watched until tonight." Rossis applauded.
However, Jero showed a hint of surprise at this moment. This completely ability-less Dr. Rossis, at such close range, had heard more than sixty percent of his tiger roar and reacted with no change in his expression!
"You're not bad either," Jero said loudly again. "Has the registration deadline passed?"
"There are ten seconds left." Rossis glanced at his accurate quartz watch. At this moment, a huge roar echoed throughout the training ground, and the Harley motorcycle, in a posture of unmatched dominance, rushed into the training ground!
"Wait a moment!"
Ren Yuanhao's toes lightly tapped the ground, and he landed on the registration seat like a swaying willow branch.
"What the hell, this is interesting, the Rookie King!"
"Yesterday, he directly jumped from E-class to A-class, and today he wants to enter S-class through the selection?"
"Such speed is too unbelievable, it's simply incredible."
"There are still over thirty people registered, and many of them are strong. Rookie King? I think besides being handsome, he's going to be in trouble this time."
The crowd was in an uproar, and Yafiel also took the opportunity to squeeze to the front.
"You're registering right down to the wire, kid, hurry up and get ready."
"Slow."
As soon as Rossis finished speaking, Jero stopped him.
"Kid, the people standing there have all passed the test. In principle, you must also accept the test, and you are too late. I will punish you!"
As soon as the words fell, Rossis's roar echoed in Ren Yuanhao's ears like a thunderclap!
"Hey, what are you yelling about?"
Ren Yuanhao scratched his ear. After all, he didn't know that this was the third of the Eight Kings. He subconsciously didn't pretend to be injured or threatened by the pressure, but instead looked at the tall, beast-like Jero with a confused expression, as if he were fine.
"Very good, you are qualified. Go up."
Although Jero was secretly shocked, he had to let Ren Yuanhao pass due to his pride.
"How was it? You seemed to have been embarrassed in front of the Rookie King just now?"
As Jero sat back in his seat, Rossis taunted him.
"I thought he looked frail, so I only used half my strength. Otherwise, would he still be able to stand there and talk to me?"
Although Jero said this, he was actually extremely shocked in his heart. He had only used half his strength just now, but in reality, he had already used over seventy percent of his strength.
Originally, he had intended to suppress the person called the Rookie King a bit, to let him know his place and not be too arrogant. However, he never expected that this blow would undoubtedly be a complete failure. The Rookie King's strength actually far exceeded his imagination.
"Yes, yes, yes, how could the Third King have trouble with a mere Rookie King? Shall we just proceed with the formalities?" Rossis stood up, glanced at Jero, a faint fierceness flashing in his eyes, and then said to all the registered participants on the stage, "Below is the simplest part, and it is also a test that can directly assess combat power."