After about 30 minutes all the numbers were called and the hall was once again silent
Sir walked until the stage once again beside him stood the man calling the names
Fredrick Fray.
The short man stroked his full beard as he tucked his hands in his pocket.
"Alright the results for the first half will be displayed"
107 different screens suddenly appeared above the two men.
Name: George Flame
Score: 970
Name: Kal West
Score: 600
*******
Name: Kyle Innoer
Score: 1000
"FUCK!"
Someone suddenly yelled admist the crowd
"That's bullshit!!"
" What that Heck!!"
"Wait! Ionner isint he that Babastard of the Ionner family!?"
" Wait, those lines, he is. No wonder, I guess strength runs in the family!"
" I knew it, a random teenager like him couldn't possibly be that strong!"
"Silence!"
The Hall suddenly went more silent than a graveyard"
This pressure and aura...
Kyle nodded
"He truly is capable"
*Clears throat
Sir suddenly grinned
"At least some of you have a fighting chance in the next phase. Suprising enough a teenager is far more powerful than all you hags. I suggest you put some back bone into this next phase or else your chances of becoming an IRC is below 0"
*****
Woosh!
Various applicants flew around various Hvirtuals known as Half virtuals of two engaged in an intense brawl. Constantly doging stray attacks and other intensional ones.
Argh!!!
A shrill scream filled one brawl site as a giant beast tightly gripped one of the IRC applicants.
*POP!!!
The man exploded into a mush of blood and flesh!
"What that Fuck!!!"
All the applicants we're startled and that caused some of them to fall prey to stray attack.
Sir walked to the pile of bloody mess before dripping a green potion on the crushed intestinals.
*Chrrrr!!!
A sizzling sound filled the hall as the green potion grew and took the form of a middle aged man.
"Failed"
Fedrick who was standing a little further was shocked, all the threats of not passing was just to make the Applicants give it there all! There was a constant decrease in application for IRC for about a decade now!
They couldn't afford to Fail there few applicants! Fedrick was just contemplating on stopping Sir when he heard a series of
"Failed"
"Failed"
"Failed"
"Failed"
*******
"Failed"
Fedrick felt like he was thrown in a freezing sea. How was he going to explain to the Top officials that out of 107 applicants 10 remained.
Fedrick watched Sir helplessly as he announced the 10 applicants who successfully passed the Test and dismissed the remaining 97 applicants.
Sir was of higher ranks than him so he couldn't say a word he was SS after all.