Before the battle had begun, Ai Hui had thought to use it as a test of his abilities. However, once it started, he immediately tossed these thoughts out the window.
Every fight in the Wilderness had been a matter of life and death.
There were no retries, undos, or extra time for preparation. Nobody would tell him that he could always try again next time because…
…there was simply no next time.
Losing meant death, and death meant becoming food for the dire beasts and adding to the piles of bones that already littered the Wilderness.
The prize for winning was the chance to continue standing in that blood-soaked battlefield, taking breaths amongst the ice cold corpses, being able to feel the warmth of life and the beating of your own heart while gasping greedily for the piercing, bitter-cold air.
Since Ai Hui never knew when the next test would be, he never knew whether he would manage to get through it.
