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."

moment Goliath finished his announcement, everyone had their eyes widened to the limit

"95%? 95%?"

make

"This can't be right..."

Goliath's expression didn't even flinch or correct himself after a

he had made it clear that elimination awaited

most of them were taken back by Goliath's brutal requirement, creating plenty of

really went

in displeasure, knowing that the Red Fangs Organization had manipulated the trial, not caring if tens of other fighters would get

them the moment they noticed that the other supervisors had given a mere 80%

here if he has

"Who is it?!"

I have to wait an entire year to try

you? It

fingers at each other with furious expressions, wanting

targeted, there was no way he was going to be passing the trial. Unfortunately for them, they were considered mere collateral and they

a range of difficulties to operate on in the trials and

up and line up! When your name gets called, move forward and start

loudly, causing everyone to shush

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

"Iron Grit!"

murmured with anticipation as Iron Grit stepped into the

ethereal light. Despite the unyielding material of his

quiver of iron arrows,

the first of the targets, which was

"Timer starts now!"

first

the crowd. But Iron Grit's focus was unwavering. The next arrow was drawn,

to create metallic spears, swords, axes, and all sorts of weaponry before launching them

Boom! Boom! Boom!

as the moving targets were extremely difficult

target numbers were reduced, only the smaller and furthest ones' remained, forcing him to return to his trusted

Grit's flawless performance began to

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

targets became smaller and fewer while the time kept counting down mercilessly, the pressure had gotten into Iron Grit's head and caused his performance to

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

shame on Iron Grit's face, only

supervisors never got beyond 85%, which meant, he

head and curse his tragic luck

called

guillotine, Riptide's face reflected nothing

Thirty seconds later...

"75%! Next!"

"71%! Next!"

"69%! Next!"