Qin Ziwen scanned his surroundings, feeling like a customer picking out goods at a fish market.
With his naked eye, it was difficult for him to distinguish which Fishmen had real talent and which were just for show.
But it didn't matter. He wouldn't use his naked eye; he would use Insight.
[Ordinary Fishman: One Star]
[Ordinary Fishman: Three Stars]
...
[Ordinary Fishman: Five Stars]
Qin Ziwen's gaze was sharp as he inspected them like a general reviewing his troops.
"You."
"You."
"And this one."
The Fishman Race Leader grabbed Qin Ziwen's arm. "Don't pick any more! This is enough. I'll arrange the rest."
'If I let him keep picking, he'll take every single one of my tribe's skilled fighters!'
Qin Ziwen shot him a sidelong glance. "You said you'd let me choose myself."
"Let's try another way," the Fishman Race Leader said. "The ones you're picking are all elite fighters. Our tribe needs to keep some for hunting, or the others will go hungry.
