Chapter 2063: This is what you call full of pressure?

Hearing that the second round examination was actually combat, someone finally couldn't help but speak up.

"May I ask, Sect Master, can we opt out of this combat examination? I feel………………"

These words were sincere, but before the person could finish, Qi Xiong snorted coldly and cut them off.

"Hmph, how can you join the sect without taking the examination? Do you think our Dao One Immortal Sect is a market where you can just walk in?"

Qi Xiong shouted angrily, yet facing his rebuke, many young cultivators wore strange expressions.

Is that what they mean? No, it's just that you made the difficulty too easy, completely boring.

What's the point of an examination you can pass with your eyes closed?

But Qi Xiong didn't know this; Lin Potian said it was full of pressure, so he naturally believed him.

Having been cut off, this young cultivator still wanted to say more, but before he could speak, a spiritual voice transmission sounded in his mind.

"Shut up; if you say another word, I'll kill you."

Huh???

The sudden voice transmission—looking toward its source, I saw several disciples from the same immortal clan glaring fiercely at me; that transmission had come from one of them just now.

Seeing this, the person was immediately frightened into silence.

What do these immortal clan disciples mean? Did I say something wrong? If they find this combat examination boring, how could they be interested?

They must have encountered it before, and they're probably immortal elites.

The person dared not retort; seeing this, Qi Xiong finally nodded in satisfaction, then glared at Lin Potian, telling him not to mess up, before announcing the start of the second round examination.

As Qi Xiong's words fell, on the mountaintop plaza, with a wave of Lin Potian's hand—boom, boom, boom—eight puppets descended from the sky.

Each puppet was pitch-black, tall and sturdy, looking formidable at a glance.

Just seeing these eight puppets, everyone—especially the immortal clan disciples—had even more complex expressions.

This refining method seems rather crude, doesn't it? Who was asked to make this?

"Senior Brother, rest assured—this puppet was painstakingly refined by this junior disciple; its combat power is off the charts, the pressure is maxed out."

"Hmm."

Hearing Lin Potian's confident guarantee, Qi Xiong's expression eased a little, and he nodded expressionlessly.

With the eight puppets appearing, the second round examination officially began.

In order, many disciples took turns challenging.

However, before starting, Qi Xiong, to be safe, directly raised the stakes.

According to the original rules, the requirement for this second round examination was merely to withstand a hundred moves from these eight puppets to pass.

But now Qi Xiong changed it to: on top of lasting a hundred moves, one must also avoid being hit, or if hit, be able to counterattack the puppet and inflict equal damage.

The difficulty undoubtedly surged, yet even so, none of the young cultivators taking the examination were worried.

What's so hard about it? The simplest solution is to just destroy these puppets; they're poorly made anyway, clearly not any treasure.

Each side harboring their own thoughts, the second round examination commenced.

At first, as before, the immortal clan disciples went first, since they were the first batch to climb the mountaintop.

Those with money always get a step ahead.

Lin Potian called out names; those summoned stepped forward to challenge.

The eight from the first round were quickly decided; when the eight arrived before the puppets, Lin Potian also activated them and issued commands.

As the commands were given, the eight puppets moved instantly, and Lin Potian confidently said to Qi Xiong:

"Senior Brother, just watch—this round definitely won't have any…… uh???"

But before he could finish, Lin Potian went dumb, his eyes wide round, standing there dazed with a ghost‑seen expression.

Meanwhile, Qi Xiong's voice drifted over.

"Won't what?"

His words were full of coldness and suppressed anger; Lin Potian opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.

Only to see in the field, facing the eight puppets' assault, the eight immortal clan disciples undergoing the examination didn't even move a finger.

They merely relied on their protective spiritual energy to easily block the puppets' attacks.

Simply put, these eight puppets that Lin Potian called 'full of pressure' couldn't even break through their defenses.

And you tell me this is full of pressure? And that there won't be any accidents? You're joking.

Qi Xiong narrowed his eyes, staring fixedly at Lin Potian; being looked at by the senior brother made him break out in cold sweat, feeling a wave of resentment surge over him like a storm.

But he's also wronged—these eight puppets are fine, he can guarantee that, yet why…………

Lin Potian himself was dumbfounded.

And while the two were speaking, those eight puppets…… were easily dismantled by the eight immortal clan disciples into a pile of scrap iron.

Now it's great—even the puppets used for the examination are gone; how will we continue the examination?

Qi Xiong's face was expressionless, but inside he was already on the verge of collapse.

At this moment he wanted nothing more than to crush Lin Potian, this bastard, look what he's turned the sect entrance examination into.

After two rounds of examination, not a single one was watchable.

"Senior Brother, the puppets are gone—what do we do now?"

"Get lost."

Lin Potian still worriedly asked, and Qi Xiong, face dark, shouted.

Things have come to this; it seems we can only bring out something real, otherwise we'll truly be looked down upon by these juniors in the Dao One Immortal Sect.

For the upcoming examination, Qi Xiong decided to personally take charge.

The first two rounds were ruined by Lin Potian, this idiot; in the end we still have to rely on ourselves.

The leisurely fun ends here; the upcoming examination is truly hell‑level.

Qi Xiong's eyes were full of a serious scan of the young cultivators below, and he didn't even notice the strange looks on their faces.

Having lost face in two straight rounds, this third round cannot afford another loss.

Thinking this, Qi Xiong drew a deep breath and then spoke in a low voice.

"We will now proceed to the third round of examination."

Huh???

"We just began the second round of examination—how did we suddenly jump to the third, and we haven't even gotten our turn yet."

Hearing this, the young cultivators all went dumbfounded, blankly staring up at Qi Xiong, unsure what this move was.

This entry sect examination we're taking today has felt strange from beginning to end.

Qi Xiong, however, didn't care what they thought; after a brief pause, he went on.

"The third round tests concentration; cultivators' cultivation of concentration is indispensable; without astonishing concentration, even excellent talent and a heavenly pride bearing will never amount to anything in life—so our Dao One Immortal Sect also values disciples' concentration, and thus the third round examines concentration."

"Senior Brother, I didn't arrange a concentration test."

"Get lost."