Chapter 165: Practical Exam Begins, Hope City!

Jiang Shang led Su Yu toward the examination hall.

Su Yu's lodging could easily reach the exam site, and even go unnoticed.

Since Su Yu won first in both the first and second stages, from then until now, countless people from Jiangnan Province have come to the exam site just to see his bearing.

Even the Martial Artists Association cannot dampen this group's enthusiasm.

Moreover, since they were watching from outside the exam site, the Martial Artists Association did not make things difficult for them.

Let them wait outside the exam site.

Soon, under Jiang Shang's guidance, Su Yu entered the exam site.

The time now is 8:20!

There are ten minutes left until the third-stage exam!

At the same time, the live stream room on the Martial Artists Association's official website has been opened.

Countless viewers flooded into the live stream.

Waiting for the third stage to begin.

"I don't know who will get the top score in this college entrance exam!"

"It must be Su Yu—he forged the legendary Arhat Golden Body, his strength is formidable, and he is the only one in college entrance exam history to score full marks in the second stage."

"But we can't say that; the score difference between Zhang Xiaobai and Su Yu is only one point, which can easily be surpassed in the practical exam."

"Indeed, Zhang Xiaobai has trained beside the Sword Emperor since childhood; not only is his cultivation high, but his combat power is far from simple as it appears."

"Beichen is no slouch either; although he rose step by step on his own, anyone who reaches this level won't be weak."

At this moment, the third stage hasn't started yet, but the live stream's barrage of comments has already begun to pour out.

Su Yu entered the exam site and found nothing else inside—only a token quietly placed on the table.

Su Yu curiously picked up the token, and his eyes involuntarily narrowed slightly.

Because within the token, Su Yu felt a mysterious fluctuation.

This fluctuation was somewhat similar to the feeling when the Heavenly Sword King previously brought Su Yu to tear space.

Spatial fluctuation!

Su Yu's brow twitched slightly, and he became even more eager for the third-stage exam.

Before the exam officially began, even until the last second, the examinees did not know where the exam would take place.

What is the exam's content?

Su Yu waited silently, waiting for the exam.

Time flowed slowly.

The clock on the wall slowly pointed to half past eight.

Immediately, a low voice came from the room's broadcast.

"Please have all examinees crush their tokens to begin the practical exam; within one minute, those who exceed the time limit will be considered to have forfeited their eligibility."

Hearing this, Su Yu without hesitation crushed the token in his hand.

Instantly, Su Yu felt as if a big hand had forcibly grabbed him, with no resistance, and he was directly pulled into space.

The next moment, a bloody smell hit his face, making Su Yu involuntarily open his eyes.

Only now did Su Yu discover that his surroundings were packed with crowds of people, just like him, their faces filled with bewilderment.

"What's going on? Wasn't this supposed to be a practical exam? How did we end up here?"

"Yeah, what exactly is this practical exam?"

Countless people whispered among themselves.

Meanwhile, Su Yu silently observed the situation around him.

Su Yu scanned his surroundings and thus fully realized where he was.

Crowds of people stood in the square, while around the square were soldiers in camouflage uniforms, silently gazing at them.

Moreover, those soldiers' bodies exuded a stern, lethal aura.

Only those who have truly been on a battlefield can cultivate such an aura.

Moreover, each soldier emanated a powerful aura, none lower than the Blood Refining Realm cultivation.

The highest among them, Su Yu could not even gauge.

At least they are experts of the Flying Heaven Realm!

Su Yu's expression slightly tightened.

"This place.... could it be a battlefield?"

Aside from a battlefield, Su Yu really couldn't think of any place that could host so many soldiers, and their lethal aura couldn't be faked.

The only possibility is that they were transported onto a battlefield!

However, the only place that can become a battlefield is...

Myriad Races Battlefield!

For a moment, Su Yu's expression turned somewhat solemn.

Among the dense crowd, many first froze, then began to pay attention to their surroundings and situation, just like Su Yu.

At the same time, the live stream's footage unfolded one by one.

When the viewers looked at the scene before them, they froze.

"What place is this? Why have we never seen it before?"

"Yeah, what trick is this practical exam playing?"

Countless netizens felt bewildered, completely unaware of the place shown on the screen.

However, some retired soldiers, upon seeing the scene before them, immediately had hot tears well up in their eyes.

"This... this place is the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield!"

In an instant, all the viewers' hearts and minds shuddered.

They stared in shock at the live broadcast.

They had imagined countless places for practical drills, but never thought that this year's examination would actually be held on the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield!

As for the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, the first impression in the hearts of the Daxia populace is slaughter and death.

Here, countless people die every day.

It is as if there is a merciless meat grinder between heaven and earth, frenziedly slaughtering life.

"Hiss, the practical drill is actually placed in the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield? That shouldn't be!"

"Exactly, who came up with this year's topic, actually letting these heavenly prodigies go to the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield? Isn't this just sending these heavenly prodigies to their deaths?"

"You know, heavenly prodigies are the future hope of our Human Race; if they fall in the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, whose fault could it be?"

One by one, netizens began to criticize the examiner who set this question.

They simply don't understand why it should be placed in the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, why let these heavenly prodigies go to their deaths!

Meanwhile, in the live broadcast, many retired veterans spoke up.

"I remember this place; this is Hope City, one of the twelve main cities!"

"I once served here; beneath the city walls, I slew hundreds of Ten Thousand Races experts!"

"A few hundred is nothing; I've killed more than double-digit Golden Body experts, and below the Golden Body Realm, the number is countless!"

Some veterans, upon seeing the familiar ground and battlefield, felt their inner fervor ignite instantly, and began frantically sending bullet comments in the live broadcast.

Meanwhile, in Hope City.

When some examinees were still panicking, a figure clad in black armor slowly appeared in everyone's view.

He stood arrogantly above the firmament, emanating a terrifying fluctuation.

He coldly gazed down at the heavenly prodigies coming from behind; upon seeing some heavenly prodigies looking flustered, a feeling of irritation welled up in his heart.

"Silence!"

He let out a low shout, and a pressure instantly enveloped the entire square.

Immediately, under his formidable pressure, the entire square instantly fell silent.

"I am the Human Race's Peace Marquis, the chief examiner of this practical drill."

His calm voice sounded, immediately causing an uproar.

"Marquis!"

You know, a Marquis-level expert is already considered a top-tier existence among the Human Race; any one of them is rarely seen.

However, today, a Marquis-level expert has actually become their chief examiner; some heavenly prodigies couldn't help but look up, wanting to see the Peace Marquis's face clearly.

In the live broadcast, it instantly boiled over.

"Hiss, it's actually the Peace Marquis; I've heard of him—he rose step by step from the army, lacking much talent, relying purely on his great perseverance to achieve his current realm!"

"Even a Marquis-level expert has appeared; this practical drill doesn't seem so simple after all!"

Countless netizens discussed.

In Hope City, the Peace Marquis swept his gaze over the hundreds of thousands of examinees and spoke calmly.

"This place is the front line of the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield; one could fall at any moment. If you wish to withdraw, there's still time."

Upon hearing this, those with wavering resolve immediately began to waver.

All of this was seen by the Peace Marquis; the corner of his mouth twitched slightly as he said.

"Withdrawing now will count as you scoring fifty points!"

Upon hearing this, those whose resolve was already weak instantly wavered.

They shouted in unison.

"I want to withdraw!"

"I withdraw too!"

Voices rang out one after another, and the Peace Marquis's smile deepened.

With a wave of his hand, those who shouted to withdraw instantly vanished from the square.

And those still watching, seeing this, also chose to withdraw.

The Peace Marquis then agreed to each request, directly sending these people back to their original examination site.

Instantly, the square that originally held hundreds of thousands decreased by one-tenth of its people.

Inside the live broadcast, viewers watching this scene instantly exploded.

"What's going on? How could they still withdraw?"

"A bunch of cowards who fear death, not daring to face the practical drill—isn't that just going to the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield? Yet they choose to withdraw, I despise them!"

Some netizens with hot tempers went so far as to curse their mothers, and then got banned.

Of the hundreds of thousands of examinees, those who chose to withdraw alone accounted for one-tenth, making many viewers' faces look grim.

These people, who consume Daxia's resources, have not even started the practical drill, yet they chose to withdraw.

Simply unfilial!

In a moment, everyone's expression was filled with indignation.

In Hope City, Su Yu's brows furrowed slightly; the number of those withdrawing exceeded his imagination.

However, Su Yu didn't take it to heart.

In this world, there will always be those who fear death and love life.

But where there are those who fear death and love life, there are also those who bear the great righteousness of family and nation.

Some people watched helplessly as their companions withdrew; their faces showed no joy, only turning grim.

Deserters! Pah!

The Marquis of Peace stood on the heavens above, gazing at the remaining crowd, somewhat surprised.

In his estimate, among those making their first arrival at the Myriad Races Battlefield, at least twenty percent should have withdrawn, but the result only reached half of what he had anticipated.

For a moment, his complexion softened slightly.

Afterward, he looked at those who chose to remain here and spoke slowly.

Excellent, as the heaven's pride of the Human Race, your purpose is to slaughter all invading Myriad Races; you will eventually come to the Myriad Races Battlefield, but this time the exam has been moved forward—I'm pleased you could stay, and for those who can stay, this marquis is deeply gratified.

The Marquis of Peace spoke at length.

Starting now, you will be assigned to different squads to jointly resist the Myriad Races' invasion, lasting until twenty-four hours later.

This practical assessment has no score limit, only points!

The final points will be converted into scores at a ratio of one hundred to one, which will count as your scores for this third stage.

The Marquis of Peace's gaze swept over the crowd, and a teasing expression appeared on his face.

I know many of you are dissatisfied with others' scores; today you can give it your all, as the practical score has no upper limit—if you can achieve it, even a thousand points is possible!

Upon these words, many people's breathing in the square instantly grew heated.

Some of them were only one point away from entering the top hundred, or even the top two hundred.

They had thought there was no hope, but the Marquis of Peace's words rekindled their hope.

Perhaps this time they could also enter the top thousand, the top hundred, or even... the top ten!

At this moment, someone asked.

"May I ask, Marquis of Peace, how are points earned?"

The Marquis of Peace gave a faint smile.

"Well asked. When you arrived, do you still remember that token? Crumbling the token, it has formed a mark on your arm; this mark can record the number of enemies you slay."

"For Myriad Races strongers below the Organ Tempering Realm, each head yields one point; ten points for the Organ Tempering Realm, one hundred points for the Golden Body Realm! One thousand points for the Flying Heaven Realm, and as for the Grand Master Realm... ten thousand points!"

The Marquis of Peace looked at the crowd with a smiling, narrowed-eye gaze.

"I know the strongest among you is at most comparable to the Golden Body Realm's Great Perfection; I can remind you... slaying enemies is not necessarily limited to a single person!"

For a moment, those with quicker wits had their eyes light up and began scanning the crowd.

They wanted to find familiar people.

Su Yu's gaze twitched slightly; following the Marquis of Peace's meaning, they could join forces to slay Myriad Races strongers, then later split the points equally within the squad.

In that moment, Su Yu understood.

Su Yu's gaze slowly swept over the people around, but he had no intention of looking for companions.

Because the Marquis of Peace had earlier said they would be assigned to different squads shortly.

Then, when the time comes, forming an alliance would not be too late.

For now, the most important thing is to figure out the situation here, then slowly earn points.

Soon, the Marquis of Peace's voice sounded again.

"Now, begin assigning squads..."

"First, Su Yu!"