"Thud, thud, thud—"
The long-haired man: "..."
Standing still, watching the unprecedented uproar in the arena, the long-haired man's mind was a complete blank.
After a long while.
As his soul returned to his consciousness, he finally realized what was about to happen.
His face gradually turned pale.
Yet the cheers, the screams, and the gazes filled with anticipation and desire compelled him to move his feet involuntarily.
Step by step.
He mounted the platform.
Standing opposite the centaur.
So close, he could even smell the centaur's foul odor.
"Are you ready?" the examiner asked the long-haired man.
The long-haired man wanted to say he was not ready.
He didn't know why all this was happening.
Why was it his turn to go on stage?
Shouldn't it be Chen Yu?
Shouldn't it be Chen Yu?!
His fists gradually clenched tighter.
The long-haired man knew there was no turning back. His gaze at the centaur quickly became icy cold.
