Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 444 First meeting
Blood was all over the floor.

Limbs and chunks of flesh were scattered all over the ground.

In situations where actual death is unlikely, real combat, or fighting, is often the best form of training.

But this time, it might not just be training.
"He just wanted to kill us."

For professionals, the existence of murderous intent is an undeniable reality.

"Move quickly, move quickly, you'll really die!"

For some candidates, this was the first time they had ever faced the danger of death.

"I'm so fragile about my ambition."

Someone had a large hole in their chest, yet they were still struggling.

"At least, at least take one punch."

Some people are already fighting for their self-esteem.

"This heroic spirit gives off a completely different vibe."

Other heroes also used real combat and the process of dying and being reborn to train newcomers.

But they will gradually raise the "water temperature," constantly forcing out the potential of the successors, allowing them to improve amidst death.
"It's just death."

"He didn't hold back at all."

"I'm so weak."

Desperate cries and agonizing resistance—the only result of this trial was to prove just how weak the current generation of young people truly is.

Wu, driven mad by killing, uses newcomers to satisfy his bloodlust.

They died and came back to life, and came back to die.

Some continued to grit their teeth and resist, while others were already numb with exhaustion and simply gave up. Faced with such opponents, Wu lost interest.

He watched with amusement as a soldier struggled, then extinguished the flames.

Anger, wisdom, courage? All of these are meaningless in the face of absolute disparity.

Unlike his sparring with Rean, he didn't suppress his abilities to half of Rean's level. Facing these apprentices, he displayed the level of a "top-tier monk," but still not the combat power of a godkiller. If he were truly in his full form, everyone would have died in an instant.

The candidates had no idea that this big shot was going easy on them; they were simply surprised to have finally encountered a serious hero.

Finally, having had his fill of killing, he simply dusted himself off and disappeared. It wasn't that he was unwilling to pass on his skills, but rather that time had run out.

When he was satisfied, the dream of that night had ended.

As a teacher, he was clearly extremely unqualified.

But the impact on the students was even greater than that on the gods.

"Sigh, it turned out like this. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

He can probably resist picking fruit he has already "tasted" until it undergoes a qualitative change.

One by one, the inheritors who have persevered to this day have finally made it through. The alchemists had long since severed the connection, the warriors have all made it this far, and not a single paladin has retreated.

Unbeknownst to them, the candidates spontaneously organized themselves to resist this high-speed killer.

These warriors and knights were the backbone of the resistance, the source of any contact, but even as they constantly "refreshed" their armor, no one could withstand the second blow.

Fueled by the roars of the clever ones, they formed battle formations, using flesh and blood to disrupt their opponents' speed and accuracy. Somewhat effective, but not much.

They evolved through death, learned from failure, and some even underwent a qualitative change in deathmatch. But there was still no difference; one became three, but they still couldn't defeat three hundred.

The overwhelming power and the extremely brutal attack methods constantly shattered the warriors' defenses and spirits.

Some people dropped out and went offline, while others gritted their teeth and persevered.

The number of people is dwindling, but those who persevere are growing stronger. It seems that only combatants remain; when their speed reaches this level, spellcasters simply cannot capture them, and they vanish in an instant.

The core pastors of the new church? They disappeared even faster than the alchemists.

To Rean's surprise, the "ordinary person candidate" for the successor of the martial monk also made it to the very end.
"Um, is it still possible to leave? Can I just leave whenever I want?"

Is this guy who looks completely bewildered because he didn't know he could leave, which is why he's been holding on until now?

Rean shook his head. He was just an ordinary person. His will should have collapsed by now. Since Wu still killed him happily, it meant that he was close to being killed.

"Let's go up and talk to him. Uh, looks like we don't need to."

When Rean noticed that Dania had taken the initiative to approach this person, he knew that all he needed to do was wait for the outcome.

If you have any secrets, please speak with the royal secret agents.

Battles are the best way to reveal information. In the constant resurrection, the "ordinary person" also revealed some information and aura. Considering Wu's faction, this ordinary person may not really be ordinary.

The dream was shattering, and the warriors who had endured until now had long since reached their limits. After a brief chat, Rean revealed a vague background about this heroic spirit, and then it was almost time to end the dream.

"Hey, come back quickly, someone's looking for you," Sallyman said wearily. Rean could tell that the soft and cute Sallyman was already asleep. As a sorcerer, Sallyman's willpower was quite outstanding to have lasted this long.

"And also, I miss you."

The whisper in his ear lasted only a moment before the girl vanished from Rean's arms.

After Rean awoke from his sleep and made some adjustments in preparation for returning to the ground, he received invitations from the other heirs.

Rean had no reason to refuse, so he found a place to talk to them briefly. He noticed that they were all in terrible condition, but their spirits were high.

This is the first time that trials and death in a dream have affected one's real-life situation.

But they were all eager to try. For these potential brave men, the stronger the "class reunion" was, the more helpful it would be to their future careers.

On the other hand, they also had some additional ideas.

"Perhaps we are all the same to this heroic soul."

This indiscriminate killing created another impression, as if the spirit was not very satisfied with these three successors and had also put other candidates to the test.

The fact that there were only three candidates made the other candidates very interested.

Especially when there's even an "ordinary person" and a "thief" among them, these brave candidates might progress faster in becoming monks than these two.

"If a second selection also exists, even if we fail the Trial of Heroes, we might still be chosen by the second Heroic Soul." This is another piece of good news.

The training of monks is too rigorous, so it's understandable that there are few candidates. These "heroes" crave power and recognition, so it's not unacceptable for them to also train as monks.

Rean neither denied nor confirmed their probing and questioning. He himself did not know what Wu was thinking, nor what his attitude was towards the three candidates.

Dimon's absurd growth curve and the rapid progress of each of Kuku's successors have made the inheritance of heroic spirits a miracle of turning lead into gold in the eyes of the candidates. Given the opportunity, who could refuse?

With the impending arrival of the demonic tide, perhaps force is the most valuable asset, far more reliable than a status or resources that are as fragile as a mirage.

Most mortals have their limits. Even if these candidates are arrogant, none of them dare to say that they can surpass the powerful heroes who have made their mark in history. For most of them, this is a miraculous path to high-level combat power, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Wu also demonstrated his strength in actual combat.

For most people who crave power and strength, pursuing a career path is merely a means to an end; the specific nature of the career is unimportant, while the intensity itself is what matters most.

“I understand now why you displayed the abilities of a martial monk.” Bazak sighed with admiration. With such a heroic mentor, Rean’s recent outrageous progress seemed quite natural.

The slight doubt about "why not demonstrate the Paladin's abilities" vanished; perhaps it was simply the mentor's requirement.

Doubts turned into envy. Others could also benefit from the individual spirits, but Rean's undeniable progress in "getting special treatment" might have destined him to become a constantly evolving powerhouse.

"He seemed to have died the most in the night of fighting, yet he showed no signs of fatigue." This senior's exceptionally good mental state forced the hero candidates to reassess Rean's will and resilience.

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(End of this chapter)