Following the instructions, all five applicants stepped inside the circle, each maintaining a certain distance from the others at the edges.
Their postures were tense, eyes darting with vigilance.
The red-haired young man was already grinning.
Opposite him stood Raizel, wielding his damaged steel sword.
But the red-haired boy had no intention of targeting Raizel. His gaze was locked on the weaker contestants.
He gripped an expensive-looking spear, its edge sharp enough to pierce iron like mud.
"Begin!"
As soon as the thundering voice echoed, everyone moved.
Naturally, the red-haired boy lunged toward the weak-looking boy beside Raizel.
But then—a silvery blur with crimson eyeballs shot toward him at superhuman speed.
His pupils shrank in disbelief as he recognized who it was.
It was Raizel.
"Fu*k, why is he targeting me?"
He asked himself the most foolish question.
After all the provocations he had thrown, he now acted as if he were an innocent bystander.
"Puah!"
