Supremacy Games

One hour later...

The trial supervisors stopped accepting any more fighters after the total number reached three hundred.

Three hundred might sound like a lot for a single batch, but one should understand that more than 90% of the applicants had no plans to pay for the entrance fee from their pockets even if they passed the trial.

They were here purely to test their luck and see if a sponsor would pick them up. If not, the trials were their first and last step in this tournament.

Soon, more than twenty supervisors appeared above the fighters' heads.

Whooah!! Whooah!! Clap! Clap!!...

The Colosseum buzzed with an intense atmosphere as the appearance of the supervisors implied the start of the trials!

"As always, the fighters will be assigned randomly to the supervisors and they would be responsible for each fighter's trial."

Ti-ring!

The moment one of the supervisors finished speaking, all the fighters' cards made a notification noise, causing them to pull out and check them.

"Goliath." Felix muttered the name that appeared on his card and lifted his head to find him.

The moment he did so, his eyes came in contact with Goliath as he was seen staring directly at him with an indifferent expression.

Felix knew immediately that he was in for a treat...Still, he didn't seem fazed in the slightest. He merely lowered his head and waited for the trials to begin.

'Follow me.' Goliath ordered all the fighters under him while flying to the edge of the arena. When they arrived, they were presented with hundreds of targets, either in the sky or on the ground.

Some were affixed in their place, some moved slowly and erratically, and some moved as quickly and unpredictably as a butterfly.

"Looks like we are starting with an accuracy test, neat."

"Damn, this is one of my worst weaknesses, I hope the passing score isn't above 75%."

"75%? Heh, if you can't even score this sh*tty score why are you wasting everyone's time?"

"I will beat your ass!"

The fighters in Felix's group clamored noisily for a mere second before Goliath uttered coldly, "Another word and you will be eliminated straight away."

No one dared to open their mouths ever again as they knew that Goliath was renowned for his ruthless approach to testing potential candidates.

"This is an accuracy trial implemented to test out whether you guys can aim for sh*t with your abilities or not. Obviously, it doesn't matter what method is used as long you destroy the targets in half a minute."

Even though the fighters were allowed to use whatever to destroy the targets, the distant and fast targets still required them to use their abilities and be accurate...Otherwise, the time wouldn't be enough.

"The passing mark is 95%, if you failed to achieve it, turn back and don't bother coming back until next year."

his announcement, everyone had their eyes widened to

"95%? 95%?"

make a

"This can't be right..."

saw that Goliath's expression didn't even flinch or correct himself after a few moments went by, all of them felt

worst part? They couldn't even protest as he had made it

the same rules and most of them were taken back by Goliath's brutal

really went for

the Red Fangs Organization had manipulated the trial, not caring

hit them the moment they noticed that the other supervisors had given a mere

why is he here if he has gotten

"Who is it?!"

have to wait an entire year to try

it you? It

shoving and pointing fingers at each other with furious

moment a blacklisted spirit got targeted, there was no way he was going to be passing the trial. Unfortunately for them, they were considered

were given a range of difficulties to operate on in the trials and Goliath simply decided to choose

name gets called, move forward and start the

everyone to shush

their eyes, they could only give it a try as it was better than waiting an entire

"Iron Grit!"

the Colosseum murmured with anticipation as Iron Grit

light. Despite the unyielding material of his body, there was a grace to him, an elven elegance that was

Grit summoned a quiver of iron arrows,

the

"Timer starts now!"

released the first arrow, which found its mark with deadly

erupted from the crowd. But Iron Grit's focus was unwavering. The next

by one, he was forced to create metallic spears, swords, axes, and all sorts of weaponry before launching

Boom! Boom! Boom!

the moving targets were extremely difficult to touch unless one had his entire focus on

target numbers were reduced, only the smaller and furthest ones' remained, forcing him

Iron Grit's flawless performance began

Twenty...Fifteen...Ten...Five...

time kept counting down mercilessly, the pressure had gotten into Iron Grit's head and

his accuracy rating was calculated, falling short at 87%, missing the 95%

shame on Iron Grit's face,

as most supervisors never got beyond 85%, which meant, he should

curse his tragic luck while

Riptide!" Goliath called for the

guillotine, Riptide's face

Thirty seconds later...

"75%! Next!"

"71%! Next!"

"69%! Next!"