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"Alright, alright, everyone has done well. Now, let's divide into teams: Team A, Team B, Team C, and Team D. Team D will have only five members, while there are a total of twenty-three of you. Only ten spots are available, so please manage your stamina wisely and do not break the rules."
"Before we proceed, could the examiner please clarify the rules for this round? We can't just start without knowing them. It would be unfair for those who accidentally trigger a rule and get eliminated without understanding the conditions. To ensure everyone is on the same page, could you please explain clearly?" A young man expressed his thoughts, and everyone nodded in agreement.
"Yes, yes," the examiner replied with a smile.
After a moment, he found a clear spot and comfortably sat down on the ground. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a slow drag before saying calmly, "It's understandable that you all passed the first two assessments; your physical abilities and intelligence are indeed impressive. However, that's still not enough. I want to test your mental skills. Oh, I've got a new idea! You will battle with your teammates; each pair will have two spots to advance."
Everyone was taken aback by this announcement. They hadn't expected that teaming up would lead to such an outcome—fighting alongside familiar companions whom they believed would guarantee their success was a shocking twist.
From the examiner's perspective, having teammates who were in sync and familiar with each other generally enhanced group combat effectiveness. However, determining who had the strongest individual combat ability was subjective.
Once the rules were clarified, everyone in the four teams became extremely cautious. Although they tried to hide their actions, those with some social experience could easily observe the tension in their eyes. Some began to fidget with their sleeves while others placed their hands on their hips.
[Heh heh, if I can't read your intentions accurately, I might as well give up. These people are surprisingly easy to gauge. Those who pass this mental assessment will likely break free from their past thoughts; change is now or never. Keep it up; I'm cheering for you inside.]
"Hmph, I didn't expect this outcome; I underestimated them. The level of competition is indeed high this time, and the examiners are all quite peculiar."
"Hey, are you going to attack me?" A young man looked desperately at the scene before him, nervously swallowing hard. He forced a smile and took a step back. "We're not exactly best friends; how about we team up instead?"
The Clumsy Man shook his head slightly and said, "It's too late; I've already made a pact with someone else. So please withdraw."
What friendship? What pact? At this critical juncture where success was just within reach, everything felt hollow. Only by becoming a Professional Hunter in the Hunter Association would he have opportunities aplenty during missions that offered high rewards at low risks. The Skinny Young Man exclaimed in shock and anger, "Damn it! Don't provoke me! I'm someone of significance; who doesn't know my name in society? If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be here today! Since negotiations have failed, let's fight!" He then pulled out a gleaming curved blade from behind him—a beautifully crafted weapon with an incredibly sharp edge.
"Hey, hey, fight? Who are you going to fight with? Do you still have the strength to fight?"
A sharp voice, like a bird's cry, rang out from behind. The young man, who was about to swing his knife, froze for a moment. Just then, sensing something was wrong, he clutched his chest and immediately collapsed forward onto the ground.
The young man squinted his eyes into a narrow slit, straining to recognize the fat man in front of him. "You drugged me! Bastard, I won't let you off."
"You really are quite foolish. Before fulfilling a contract, you should consider what items of equal value you can offer for trade. Money is not a disadvantage for me; what I lack now is honor. This is called restoring order from chaos. Do you understand? You're just a lackey to me; once I've used you up, I'll discard you. Promises made casually mean nothing; the world doesn't operate on empty promises," the fat man said with a sneer.
At this moment, the young man's consciousness was fading. Seeing that he had listened to so many venomous words without reacting, the fat man rolled his eyes and walked away with a sinister smile.
The situation appeared extremely chaotic. To pursue psychological testing, one must attack those familiar to them, which inevitably dampens their spirits somewhat. However, even with a poor mood, when personal interests are involved—especially those that aren't even their own—those who come here are often on long journeys to participate in assessments. Some seek to change their lives, standing firm with heavy beliefs despite being knocked down countless times, only to rise again.
"Hmm, interesting. This is how it should be; the first two rounds should be like this. Ideals and beliefs should be fought for together. Once experienced once, it won't be forgotten. Isn't this everything humanity seeks for the future? With these qualities, one can enhance their strength; everything else is trivial. It doesn't matter at all; hunters should be filled with passionate resolve."
The entire area within five hundred meters of the Bell Tower was considered a battlefield. The Atet Examiner sat atop the Bell Tower, observing everything happening below. The actions of these people were insignificant in his worldview; those who fled or knelt begging for mercy were quickly noted as failures in his mind. After the assessment ended, he would share his thoughts with other instructors. If such an Examiner were to participate in the association's selection process again without changing their style, they would face the same results.
He didn't even bother to enlighten these people; they needed to understand the dangers of being a hunter.
The weak would only be eliminated; before natural law, all creatures are equal. The strong would devour the flesh and blood of the weak and turn it into their own power while the weak could only strive for survival benefits from even weaker beings.
If Atate faced absolute biological oppression or threats beyond their comprehension, they would immediately fall into panic and even abandon their will to survive. However, at least they wouldn't choose to drag others down with them; hunters typically opt for death—aiming tungsten alloy armor-piercing bullets directly at their temples—so that even if their brains were splattered open, no information would remain.
At this moment, the Ding Group's five-member team was present.
The two were about to discuss how to deal with the big guy first, but during their heated conversation, Chou appeared alone, having waited for a long time without anyone making a move to ambush him. Not even a single person from the other teams had jumped out to provoke him, which made the situation all the more boring.
"Hahaha, Mr. Chou, how about teaming up with us? You have a grudge against him, right? I can give you the chance for a lethal strike and take down that big guy first," one of the three said as they leaned forward and waved their hands.
Chou's expression darkened. With a glance from the corner of his eye, he calmly replied, "You guys should just forget it." With that, he turned away and started to walk off in another direction.
"Hmph, what an arrogant fellow! It's decided; we'll take him down first," shouted the oldest of the three.
"But, big brother, aren't we supposed to conserve our strength to deal with the strongest one? Isn't it better to team up with him for now?" the youngest voiced his concerns.
"Hmph, if you're scared, then don't come near," the second brother said as he slapped Third Brother on the forehead and scolded him. Then he sighed and added, "Our trio can hunt together and take down an adult giant bear. He's only a few years older than us; it's good to warm up a bit before that. Hehehe."
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