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"Oh!" No one noticed that the focus of the assessment had shifted, but everyone still shouted with interest and quickly followed Gordon.
If we were to measure the distance, it would take only a few minutes to cover the hundred meters or so. There was no point in dragging things out; the rules stated that if one strayed more than two hundred meters, they would be disqualified. This meant that this floor was indeed longer than two hundred meters, and simply following along soon became boring for everyone.
As Gordon walked, he kept an eye on the Examiner behind him and said seriously, "From here on, I will need to pick up the pace. If you can keep up with me, I will commend you and announce your advancement to the next round. If you can't, consider it a forfeit, and this year's assessment will be closed for you. Keep trying."
"Haha, speed up! We’ll reach the end in no time. Are we supposed to run back and forth on this floor? Running low on funds, huh? Hahaha."
Suddenly, one person behind him burst into arrogant laughter. However, that boastful smile slowly faded as he began to feel a sense of impending doom surrounding Gordon.
The arrogance gradually diminished. Gordon's movements were as usual, but at that moment, his speed seemed to increase predictably. Although the distance covered wasn't vast, the frequency of his steps gradually quickened. The other candidates had no choice but to focus their minds to keep up with this new pace.
Before long, the crowd began to run. Yet in this enclosed space, there was no sign of Ultimate. It wasn't until later that someone noticed that the windows lined up one after another, making it seem like there was no Ultimate in the corridor. The candidates were genuinely running in the hallway; even the airflow felt identical. That subtle absence of Ultimate in the corridor made everyone uncomfortable.
After about ten minutes, some began to shout out loud. It was normal for people to feel fatigued; fatigue led to irritability. Some started raising their voices against Examiner Gordon. He ignored them and continued moving according to his own rules.
"Wake up, foolish students! If you can't keep up with my speed, you'll be eliminated. The more agitated you become, the more likely you'll regret your choices later on. Whether those choices are good or bad will determine your future path. Although distinguishing between ordinary people and elites this way is unfortunate, if there weren't so many left from the last round, I might have let you all advance directly to the final round like Xuanfeng did. There are indeed many strong candidates this time!"
"Hahaha! Just go on behind us; can’t keep up anymore? How about you just forfeit?" A voice drifted from the back as a group of middle-aged men continued to bully a timid man wearing glasses.
"Ah!"
The Glasses Man was particularly targeted by four individuals who slapped him across the face swiftly. Due to his kind nature, he endured it silently, but such humiliation only provoked further taunts from his enemies. The discrimination he faced fell within the bounds of assessment; he was knocked aside by their actions, and in the next moment, everything before him blurred as his speed slowed down.
"Glasses, my eyes, everything is a blur." Glasses felt terrible, his hands groping along the ground.
"Crack." A crisp sound echoed from the same direction, almost in unison.
The four of them laughed heartily as they continued to run ahead, leaving behind only shattered glasses and the wails of the Glasses Man.
As they distanced themselves from the cries, the chubby man among them chuckled, "I'm really glad to be working with you guys. Let's keep eliminating the others; this year is finally ours."
The four nodded in agreement, unknowingly pulling out a few bills from their pockets as they spoke. "Owen, your trick was truly ruthless, making some people have stomach issues. It's unbelievable how easily we can fool them this year. The Examined from previous years were never this easy to deceive. Is it the world that has changed, or have our methods just become more refined?"
Owen laughed so hard that his belly shook, stuffing a handful of cash into his pocket. "This year, it's still great to partner with you guys; the money is good, ha ha ha."
Such situations were merely an interlude. As the assessment progressed for some time, many began to feel something was off. The corridor seemed devoid of any ultimate goal; they had been running for over ten minutes at a near-sprinting pace but still couldn't see any turns or other sights. It felt like the only things within reach were windows and walls.
Gradually, someone fell back a few meters, seemingly planning to conserve energy for the upcoming challenges by running at a steady pace.
However, they soon realized this approach was wrong. As they lagged behind, the figures ahead began to speed up, forcing them to pick up their pace even more. The gap widened significantly; panting heavily, they struggled to keep up. One stumbled and leaned against the wall, regretfully accepting defeat.
"Is there no end? Ugh, I can't go on."
The sounds around them grew louder; it was evident that fewer and fewer could maintain their speed without falling behind. Some had already started dragging their legs before collapsing mid-run.
Yet in such circumstances, no one cared about these people's feelings. They pressed on, focusing intently on the assessment ahead. Any moment of distraction could render all their previous efforts meaningless. Now, no one was optimistic about their situation; once eliminated, no one cared about how they felt at that moment.
"Hmph, this is where the real test begins. Those who can withstand my assessment will only be the elite, and I don't want any other weaklings mixed in. Show me your endurance and let me see what you're capable of. Those who can't hold on, the Hunter Association has no use for you."
"Uh, wow, this feels amazing! It's my first time running like this with someone else."
At these words, Freyr fell silent. In his eyes, Xiong Tai's image had changed significantly from the beginning. It seemed that he had completely descended into madness, caught up in a frenzied state, mumbling about how great it felt. The more he uttered such vague phrases, the more one could see the roaring lion hidden deep within his essence.
In that moment, Freyr felt that compared to before, their speed had increased considerably. Confronting this sudden change in pace, he couldn't focus on anything else; this time, he was truly giving his all to run forward.
"Ah!"
As they dashed ahead, a roar erupted behind them. Xiong Tai tore open his shirt, and a wave of heat escaped from his skin like steam. With his clothes loosened at the waist, the air began to circulate, and that heat gradually cooled down, leaving only traces of sweat on his skin.
The others looked on in astonishment, their expressions shifting to that of viewing a monster. As he shed his clothing, it seemed his speed increased even more. Even the examiner, Gordon, glanced back with his peripheral vision. As an examiner who had seen many candidates become Professional Hunters under his watch, he knew that few possessed such determination and strength. Perhaps he could pass already, but given the current situation, it was too early to say; they needed to see where these candidates' limits truly lay.
At this point, he had already acknowledged the Examiner following behind him. His gaze softened considerably at that moment. To have made it this far required not just talent but also diligent perseverance, strong conviction, unwavering focus, a fearless dedication to danger, and courage. These elements combined formed the essence of a true hunter.
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