Through the battle led by Yang Yu, all the proctors vented their pent-up frustrations on the other candidates.
This was bad news for those candidates who targeted the weary proctors, hoping to take advantage of their weakened state. One moment, they were boasting about their strength; the next, they were being pinned down and roughed up by the magicians.
Wasn't it said that these magicians would be weak and error-prone by evening? Yet, each one seemed as if they had gained ferocious energy during the night, hoisting us up and pummelling us.
Blinded by dazzling magic, the candidates radiated golden light, helplessly watching their registration fees go down the drain.
They were heartsick yet powerless to change anything.
Time slipped by, and no one else passed the Martial Arts Exam.
The crowd in the stands had long since dispersed, leaving only a small group who watched the competition to the end.
