49. Round 1

"Hyaak!" 

Shouting out loud, a middle aged man wearing armor threw his fist to the dark boulder in front of him. Leaving a 4cm fist mark on the boulder, a young man wearing a crimson robe on the side only briefly glanced at the result and said curtly, "Pass. Next!" 

Similar occurrence was happening in all fifteen lines in the public square. They

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