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."

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

"95%? 95%?"

he make

"This can't be right..."

flinch or correct himself after a few moments went

even protest as he had made

same rules and most of them were taken back by

really

Fangs Organization had manipulated the trial, not caring if tens of other fighters would get eliminated if it meant making

expressions started to get ugly as this realization hit them the moment they noticed that the other supervisors had given

here if he has

"Who is it?!"

to wait an entire year to try

it you? It looks like

at each other with furious expressions, wanting to find out the

no way he was going to be passing the trial. Unfortunately for them, they were considered mere collateral and they couldn't even involve law

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

your name gets called, move forward and

loudly, causing everyone to

they could only give it a try as it

"Iron Grit!"

crowd in the Colosseum murmured with anticipation as Iron Grit stepped into the

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

low, reverberating sound, Iron Grit summoned a quiver of iron arrows, their tips

eyes locked onto the first of the targets,

"Timer starts now!"

motion, he released the first arrow, which found

unwavering. The next arrow was drawn, and once again, the

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

Boom! Boom! Boom!

the moving targets were extremely difficult

were reduced, only the smaller and furthest ones'

Grit's flawless performance began

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

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

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

on Iron

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

his head and curse his tragic luck while

called for

prisoner walking into the guillotine, Riptide's face

Thirty seconds later...

"75%! Next!"

"71%! Next!"

"69%! Next!"