The sun shone on the dark mountain top.
The lanterns that were lighting up the area around the mountain died down.
In front of the worn-out temple.
Around fifty youth's were gathered, and all of them were in the same stance.
Most of the Chosen Ones were gritting their teeth until blood kept trickling down from their chins.
Lord, Lone, and Ares weren't looking any better. Their legs were trembling like newborn babies, and it was a miracle that they still managed to keep standing.
Ichiro, on the other hand, was sweating buckets. His posture looked solid, but even he had some signs of difficulty.
Shinu stood up, and every eye was locked on him.
''The second test is over— good job, everyone.'' Once his words were heard, the Chosen Ones fell lifelessly to the ground.
Lord, Ares, and Lone sat down heavily on the ground with sweat pouring down from their pores.
''Haahhh…'' Ichiro sat down on the ground with an exhausted look.
