Hundreds of young people gathered in the registration section of the Warrior Hall in the Slum Wall early on the day of the competition. Nathan was not exceptional.
Every young person who was 14 or over was free to register. It depended on if you could do well in the competition.
The age range of the youth spanned from 14 to 21, with a scarcity of individuals aged 19, 20, and 21, limiting their total count to no more than 20.
The atmosphere was t
A multitude of people had already gathered in the warrior arena, where vacant seats could barely be seen. Most of these people were full-time soldiers, along with a few government officials and nobles. In fact, the nobles and government officials were soldiers too, as military service was often seen as a duty and a way to gain honor and prestige in society. Civilians were not permitted to attend the event. The anticipation in the air was palpable as everyone eagerly awaited the commencement of the highly anticipated warrior competition. The arena buzzed with a mix of excitement and tension as the
"I dislike this idea because it puts unnecessary pressure on the participants. It might lead to burnout and take away the joy of learning and participating in the competition.""A year was fine for me because it allowed me to have enough time to thoroughly prepare and polish my skills. Additionally, the longer interval between competitions gave me the opportunity to explore other interests and hobbies without feeling overwhelmed by constant training."There were numerous individuals who favored the decision, while others expressed their disapproval.
In a thick forest, under a huge tree, a young man bent over, tying the strings of his boots. He carried a long sword at his back. Number 43 could barely be seen on his back. Upon rising, water dripped from his face and head, a result of the drizzle that created an unpleasant atmosphere. The young man's eyes scanned the dense forest, searching for any signs of movement. Nathan and all the other participants hadn't entered a green forest similar to the one Nathan entered in the training space. The field was actually a huge multi-user training space specially prepared for the competition. This was different from all the other training spaces. This was made to suit its duties, which included hosting the first phase of the competition and providing a realistic and challenging environment for the participants. The multi-user training space was equipped with various obstacles, terrains, and simulated weather conditions to test the skills and adaptability of th
"What?" The young men exclaimed in unison. They were so astonished by his answer that they even stopped in their tracks and stared at Nathan in disbelief. Smith, the leader of the group, was particularly taken aback. He had always seen Nathan as a reliable and powerful ally, so hearing that he was that weak was unexpected. The other members of the team exchanged puzzled glances, unsure of how to react to this revelation. "I'm... I'm... ordinary level 3. That's what I have said." Nathan was dissatisfied with their reaction. "How weak!" "You looked to be around 18 or 19. You are supposed to be at least an ordinary level 6. Look at me. I'm only 17 years old, but I'm already at ordinary level 5. Arnold is also 17 and is already at ordinary level 5 as well. As far as Jarrad is concerned, he is only 15 and deserves to be at ordinary level 3. How come you?" Smith explained, and at the end of his words, Nathan cut him. "I'm weak! I'm just too weak!" He
The young man, along with his team, had dark expressions. "Even if you're stronger than any of us, you'll still need our help." The young man said it in a poignant tone. He thought Nathan was despising them and regarded them as useless to him. Nathan finally glared at them; his face was expressionless. It was hard to understand what was going through his mind. "I
Every attack by any single bird led to a decline in his HP. As his HP decreased, his chances of survival grew slimmer. With each subsequent attack, he became more vulnerable to defeat.Since he was too weak, he found it difficult to swing a sword. He was in a critical state.160/250!80/250!
Bang! Bang!240/350!Bang!Bang!
"Punk, I understand that you're a bit stronger than me." Kramer sneered. "It's because you're Captain Samantha's sugar boy, and you probably leveraged her power and enjoyed high-quality resources." Kramer spat such words with a venomous tone, his eyes filled with envy and resentment, and he clearly ridiculed Nathan. "But keep this in mind: Donovan is no weaker either. He's an ordinary level 7 genius with immense potential. He has trained tirelessly and honed his skills to reach this level without relying on any external factors or favors. So don't underestimate him or think that you're the only one with power. Besides, I watched you