The two moved to the left and right, bearing the pressure, slowly heading towards the war drum. But it was incredibly difficult, each step taking over ten seconds. Continual tsunami-like shockwaves surged at them, and a moment of inattention could send them flying back.
Perhaps the difficulty of the assessment was too high, or maybe the competitors were too many, as people continually withdrew quickly, choosing to give up.
"About thirty left."
Ye Xing roughly estimated the remaining trainees, not feeling much relief in his heart.
Those who easily gave up were not true competitors in the first place.
Even if they didn't give up, they wouldn't pass the assessment, so their giving up or not didn't affect him.
The remaining thirty came from all over the world.
Each possessing strength at the Peak of Ninth Grade, they had prepared for years to become Kings, just one step away from King Becoming.
