As Elliot and Kyber walked behind the red-haired man, their presence attracted many curious and evaluating gazes from the other disciples scattered throughout the sect.
"New faces?" one disciple whispered.
"They look like they're from the outside world... Will they survive the test?"
"It depends on their strength. But I doubt they'll even pass the first level of the evaluation."
Elliot didn't pay much attention to these whispers, but Kyber glanced around cautiously, feeling the weight of the eyes watching them.
Suddenly, a short disciple with dark black hair and sharp, intelligent eyes approached them. He smiled cheerfully and said,
"Oh! You're at the first level of the Spiritual World! That's amazing!"
He then turned to Elliot, furrowed his brows slightly, and added,
"And you... Your aura is strange... I've never seen anything like it before. What's your na?"
Elliot looked at the boy for a mont before responding calmly, "Elliot."
Kyber also said his na, but before the disciple could say anything else, the red-haired man turned back and said in a firm voice,
"Dix, don't talk to them before they complete the test."
The small disciple, whose na was Dix, stepped back but grinned mischievously and muttered,
"Alright, alright... But I have a feeling you two will pass... or maybe not?"
Then he chuckled lightly and walked away.
Elliot and Kyber exchanged tense glances.
Who was this boy? And why did they feel like there was more to him than t the eye?
There was no ti to dwell on it, as the red-haired man turned once more and said,
"Hurry up. No one reaches the test while wasting ti."
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Elliot and Kyber arrived at the testing site—a massive stone gate located behind the sect, surrounded by a dark aura that radiated a mysterious energy.
But what caught their attention the most was the presence of thirteen other disciples standing before the gate, each with a strange appearance and an even stranger aura.
Elliot and Kyber felt uneasy.
The atmosphere here was charged, filled with a hidden tension, as if everyone was preparing for a deadly confrontation.
The tall, red-haired man stopped in front of them, his cold eyes scanning the group before he spoke in a clear voice,
"Now, the number is complete."
He stepped forward, standing before the stone gate, and placed his hand on its surface. The engravings on it began to glow with a deep blue light.
"I am the supervisor of this test. My na is Kali, and I am at the fourth level of the Spiritual World."
His eyes swept over each of them with a calculating gaze before continuing,
"Before we begin, each of you must state your na, your level in the Spiritual World, and your age."
At that mont, Elliot smiled quietly.
"Perfect... This way, I'll be able to hear their thoughts."
The group stood in silence for a mont before the first person stepped forward to introduce himself.
"Carl, second level of the Spiritual World, 20 years old."
(I must crush anyone weaker than in this test... There's no place for the weak here.)
Elliot raised an eyebrow slightly. "Hmm... So, this guy is aggressive."
Then the second person spoke:
"Rin, third level of the Spiritual World, 22 years old."
(I'll pass this test quickly. I don't want to waste my ti with trash.)
One by one, the others introduced themselves. And the more Elliot listened to their thoughts, the more he beca convinced that this competition would not be easy.
But the real surprise ca when it was the turn of one particular participant... A strange-looking disciple with lifeless gray eyes, short silver hair, and a dark aura surrounding his body.
"Draven, third level of the Spiritual World, 19 years old."
But his thoughts were completely different from the rest...
(Hmm... Soone here has an interesting ability... Who is it? I can sense an intruder among us.)
Elliot froze for a mont.
"Did... Did he sense my presence?"
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Elliot and Kyber stood among the disciples, listening as each one announced their na, level, and age.
As Elliot had expected, most were at the eighth or ninth level of the Primordial World, while only a select few had reached the Spiritual World, and none had surpassed the third level.
However, it was clear that each one of them possessed unique combat talent.
As the disciples continued revealing their levels, it beca evident that the higher one's level, the more respect they commanded—while the lower levels were t with disdain.
But when it was Elliot's turn...
"Elliot, seventh level of the Primordial World, 18 years old."
For a brief mont, silence filled the air...
Then—
"Huh?!"
"Only the seventh level?!"
Suddenly, the place erupted with laughter!
"Hahaha! Is this a joke? Soone at the seventh level of the Primordial World ca to join the sect?!"
"How was he even allowed to participate in the test?!"
The disciples mocked him, so casting sneering glances in his direction.
"This is a waste of ti. He'll probably get eliminated in the first stage."
Even Kyber felt a bit embarrassed, but he remained silent.
As for Elliot...
He simply stood there, completely calm.
He didn't respond. He didn't show any reaction.
But he could hear all their thoughts...
(He won't last long. I'll enjoy watching him fail.)
(There's no point in fighting soone weak. He's just an ant.)
(Wait... Why is he so calm? Is he hiding sothing?)
Yet among all these voices, one stood out...
(Heh... This looks interesting.)
Elliot lifted his gaze slightly... and t the eyes of the mysterious disciple, Draven.
Draven was watching him with a faint smile, as if he had found sothing truly intriguing.
As for Kali, the test supervisor, he showed no reaction. He simply looked at them all with cold indifference before saying,
"Enough nonsense. If he's weak, he'll fail on his own."
Then he turned to Kyber, who announced his level as the first level of the Spiritual World. This montarily silenced the laughter, though he didn't seem particularly impressive to them either.
"Alright, we're done with introductions."
Kali raised his hand, and suddenly—
"Let the test begin!"
At that mont, the gate trembled and began to open, revealing what lay beyond...
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