Leonel's brow raised. It was over? Just like that?

There didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason. The balls only increased their speed just once. In addition, Leonel had started paying attention to who was getting hit and who was dodging after a while, but everyone other than the six of them seemed to have gotten hit at least two or three times.

That meant…

'So it's based on elimination.'

Leonel looked toward the two youths too tired to even stand up. Their Force had been completely run dry.

The young man who had been tackled wanted to vent out his rage and unwillingness, but he couldn't do anything but glare and breathe heavily.

Eventually, a flash of light sent both out of the room.

As expected, they really were eliminated. This likely meant that these rounds would continue until there were just four remaining.

'If that's the case, depending on this next round, we can just end things early.'

"This next round will test your strength. Begin."

The walls flashed and all the balls suddenly vanished. With another subtle glow, numerous lights coalesced. This time, however, instead of forming balls, they began to form humanoid puppets.

Leonel found that his soles were stuck to the tiles beneath his feet. He tried to lift his leg and found that it was an enormous task.

Leonel couldn't

been a man of metal, but everyone else seemed to be experiencing the same thing. It couldn't be that they were

'What a weird phenomenon…'

be quite fascinating. He could imagine how over powered such a thing could be if it

to the ground beneath your feet mid battle

couldn't help but wonder how these things worked. It made him realize that he should definitely be more eager to use Valiant Heart's training

Leonel suddenly through out

threw out a punch, obliterating

felt the magnetism at his feet disappear. But, before he could be confused, another puppet began to form. This time, he felt as though all the air in his

Leonel off guard, but it still took him just a single punch to eliminate the puppet

a vat of

strength test, or an

had wanted to. How this testing arena managed to cause so many changes in such a fine area

organization's standard of Force Crafting was.

concluded. Third round

liked Force Crafting for more than just defeating his father one day.

the round were suddenly teleported out.

so they were taken out together. Some of them were convulsing, obviously still stuck in whatever harsh

like that, only ten

will test your

eyes flashed, his body instantly flickering to the

dagger

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