The candidate who landed the punch was dumbfounded.
As he looked at the faint and almost invisible dent, his face which was full of confidence a moment ago turned a little stiff.
How could this be?!
The candidate widened his eyes as he looked at the dent, which was at most the thickness of a leaf, repair itself bit by bit. The whole slate returned to its initial state before his eyes as though he had not touched it at all before.
"This… this slate…"
"Next," the middle-aged man directly ended the candidate's assessment without giving him any time to struggle.
The stiff-faced candidate was instantly like a defeated rooster as he left dejectedly.
"It shouldn't be? No matter how bad, a punch from a person with an orange spirit root should be able to break such a thin piece of stone. How can it be?" Discussions over the strangeness of the stone slate started amongst the candidates.
