Resisting temptation makes you stronger? I'm going to build a base and cultivate martial arts.

White Wolf stood at the edge of the arena.

He watched the two members of the Thorns faction engage in a passionate brawl, feeling somewhat idle.

The two of them were surrounded by the same golden light, and even if they were hit, they could recover quickly.

This match was entirely a war of attrition.

He simply turned his head and looked to the side.

That really meant real punches and kicks over there.

A wizard was punched through the stomach.

Countless colorful worms crawled out of his stomach.

They climbed up the enemy's arm and devoured the entire arm in no time.

The bluish-green smoke and golden light devoured each other.

Ultimately, one student suffered internal organ rupture and the other was poisoned, resulting in the immediate deaths of both candidates.

The white wolf sighed.

According to the rules they learned, the referee should have anticipated the subsequent situation and intervened in advance.

However, the three members of Class A only solemnly recorded and announced the verdict afterward, without taking any action beforehand.

The white wolf continued to gaze into the distance.

Over there, it's a fighting arena where the East and South Pacific regions are mixed together.

After all, the candidates from the Nanyang region came all the way here hoping to use the large number of people from the East China region to mix in the unqualified candidates.

So even if they didn't want to, Dongsi 92 District could only watch as their own students collided with students from Southeast Asia.

To prevent injuries to their own people, these mixed arenas are usually officiated by truly experienced and seasoned instructor-level cultivators.

For example, the Azure Dragon referee.

He stood between the two candidates.

He managed to withstand the toxic mist spray from the examinees in the Nanyang area using his spiritual power.

The other two referees immediately dragged away the East District examinee who was still struggling.

Ultimately, the candidates from the Nanyang region successfully advanced.

The white wolf was observing closely.

Suddenly, the referee standing next to him spoke up: "Hey, White Wolf, can you be a little more serious?"

White Wolf raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but retort, "No, watching the other arenas... is still better than you guys playing games, right?"

This person is from Class Jia Shen, and his name is Xu Mu.

Next up is Xu Chen, the twin, who is also Lu Chenxing's partner.

These two brothers seemed quite serious at first, but after a few minutes they started taking out their phones to play online games.

That is to say, they always looked worried, as if they were recording some difficult problem, otherwise they would have been complained about long ago.

How dare you accuse yourself of not being serious?

"Damn it! Amu, stop talking nonsense! You're dead again!" Xu Chen roared.

"My bad, my bad!" Xu Mu apologized first, then secretly glanced around before looking at White Wolf. "What I mean is, since you're not playing anyway, why don't you be the referee for the next round?"

"Oh... sure!"

The white wolf suddenly realized.

He felt sorry for his unfriendly behavior and readily agreed.

The referee ultimately decides the course of the game and when to intervene, while the other two referees assist him.

In White Wolf's opinion, it doesn't matter if the examinee dies on the spot, it's the same whether it's the main or the secondary examinee, so it's better to let them suffer less from their teammates.

But soon, he sensed the difference.

The next event is the classic Thorn Party Sorcery faction.

White Wolf stood a little ahead and suddenly felt the pressure as heavy as a mountain.

These are two living people.

There was no conflict between them, at most only hatred fueled by their respective religious sects.

Now, two lives are in his hands.

White Wolf felt that even the previous life-or-death battles hadn't put him under as much pressure as he was now.

He shouted loudly, following the referee's rules.

"Tao name!"

"salute!"

"preparation!"

"start!"

……

Bachcha is a wizard who has just come of age.

Because it was said that someone from the neighboring village was about to become a bishop in the Thorn Sect, in order to avoid being oppressed, the entire village had no choice but to join the local witchcraft sect.

After joining the witchcraft faction, most of the men in the village died soon afterward.

The women, on the other hand, began to resemble neither human nor ghost.

Bachcha, who grew up in hunger, did not know who his father was.

But that doesn't matter.

All he needed to know was that enduring suffering for the sorcerers would grant him eternal bliss after death, and that was enough.

I thought my life would just pass by like this.

As a result, he ended up in the Eastern District.

This was the first time Bach had witnessed abundance and peace.

There is food available to eat to one's heart's content every day.

In the past, Bachcha felt that death was simply a relief.

During his month in the Eastern Region, he experienced far more enjoyment than he had imagined as a child that the afterlife would be so barren.

So he wavered.

Bacha felt something was strange.

My mind seems unusually clear today.

He still vividly remembers the time when he was three years old and someone broke his hand because of a piece of bread.

Why is it that both the spiritual power within my body and the ferocious enemies are so slow?

wrong!

How can I dodge such a slow punch?

As if struck by a sudden inspiration, Bacha suddenly realized.

So this is what a deathbed revolving lantern looks like!

In that instant, the final feast of last night flashed before my eyes.

"If I'd known, I should have eaten that bone too!"

Bach had only had time for the thought to cross his mind before he prepared to face the darkness.

But in the next instant, it felt as if someone had lifted him up from the bottom of the water.

Bacha felt a sudden return of sound to his ears.

His head was buzzing, and his thigh felt incredibly painful.

In front of him, a dark figure extended a sword finger towards the golden light.

"laugh!"

A barely audible sound.

The villains of the Thorn Faction seemed to have been pricked by needles, and immediately took three steps back.

The dark figure stood in the middle and roared loudly.

"Match over! Damian is the winner!"

After saying that, the dark figure walked towards him and extended a hand: "Get up! It's okay, try again next time!"

……

In the end, White Wolf couldn't bring himself to be ruthless.

He kicked the sorcerer away, stopped the thorn priest, and then announced the result.

Seeing the sinister gazes of the two factions below the arena, he fearlessly glared back before walking back to the twins.

Xu Chen's eyes never left the screen: "It's wrong to interfere in other people's karma!"

"I've thought it through. They'll be going back soon anyway, so what I do won't make a difference." White Wolf clapped his hands. "Then why not choose to let my mind be at peace?"

"Isn't your sense of justice a bit too strong?" Xu Mu raised an eyebrow.

"I'm a cultivator, you bastard!" White Wolf laughed angrily. "Is it wrong to have a sense of justice?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" the two brothers exclaimed in unison, then lowered their heads and continued playing their game.

In the subsequent matches, White Wolf continued to strictly adhere to the rules.

The interception should be stopped, and the explanation should be provided.

Even in cases where the outcome is uncertain, timely requests for support from higher authorities are made.

As a result, he quickly made himself a figure of universal wrath and resentment.

The Eastern Region is alright.

After all, White Wolf was doing something legitimate.

Even Jiang Huai could only complain privately that he really chose every opportunity to show off, and hoped that he wouldn't bring trouble from the Nanyang region into the country.

But people in the Nanyang area reacted much more strongly.

The Thorn Party members are very adept at navigating social interactions.

They planned to file a complaint against White Wolf through official channels, intending to use the East District's own resources to drive this troublemaker out.

Fortunately, Father John ultimately suppressed this option.

The sorcerer school, on the other hand, is much more somber.

Even though most of those rescued were wizards.

However, the sorcerers clearly did not appreciate it.

In a dark little room.

Several elders gathered together.

"Some of the younger wizards wavered. They thought there were good people here and wanted to change the planned location... I calmed them down," an elder said.

Another elder sneered, "A mere little favor is nothing compared to the suffering we've endured!"

"Alright!" the elder who was giving his speech suddenly said.

The other elders quickly shut their mouths and prostrated themselves, bowing their heads.

"It doesn't matter, the cause has already been sown far enough."

"The fruit will soon sprout in this land!"

"The sacred cradle awaits us!"