Snow Xia's performance earned unanimous recognition from the examiners.
Arthur Wang swung his twin-handed greatsword fiercely, cleaving off the head of the Wolf Werewolf right in front of him.
His face was bloodthirsty, and the corner of his mouth twisted into an arrogant smirk.
A berserker, true to his name.
Once in battle, his rationality diminished, and he fought wildly.
This was even without going into full berserk mode; once berserk, he might completely lose his mind.
"At the start, he gave his all, but later his efficiency dropped sharply."
"He doesn't manage his stamina well; this needs improvement."
"Compared to Snow Xia, he falls short."
The examiners cared less about how many monsters were killed, and more about adaptability in combat.
First, whether the candidate could last the full 30 minutes steadily.
Second, how much their combat power changed from the start to the end.
True battles often lasted some time. If you went all-out at the start, you might not have anything left afterward.
Comparing Arthur Wang to Snow Xia, the examiners had their answer.
Snow Xia was clearly superior.
May Zuo, like Arthur Wang, also chose the Hell difficulty.
Compared to Arthur Wang's aggressive and forceful fighting style, May Zuo pushed the agility of the rogue class to the extreme.
Her movements were flexible and fluid, drifting front, back, left, and right like a ghost, playing the Wolf Werewolves like a fiddle.
Every move was crisp and precise, with no wasted motion or energy.
Her daggers were fast, fierce, and accurate, each strike dealing considerable damage.
She used skills wisely to control the Wolf Werewolf warriors and even interrupt their attacks.
She had elevated her skill usage to a very high level.
May Zuo's performance also earned the examiners' approval.
After one round, the examiners had a good understanding of the candidates' situations and had established evaluation criteria.
Back over to Mark Lin's side...
The examiners were speechless.
"This kid... is a bit too much."
"I agree. This is really over the line."
"This guy actually brought food in his pocket. What was he thinking?"
"Are sweet potatoes that good? Watching him eat is making me hungry."
Mark Lin was slowly and deliberately eating his sweet potato, bite by bite.
He had taken it out and put it in his pocket before entering the exam hall.
Since storage space was sealed during the exam, what if he got hungry?
Now, the skeleton warrior was effortlessly one-shotting monsters, leaving Mark Lin nothing to do but eat.
"Eating during the big exam, the first time in history."
"Note this down. This guy will go down in history."
"I think this test is way too easy for him. Should we raise the difficulty?"
The examiners were frustrated to the point of grinding their teeth. Others were exhausted from the hard fight, yet Mark Lin was so relaxed.
And his results were far ahead of everyone else.
"No need, no matter what, the exam has to be fair."
Frank Ning hadn't spoken since the exam started.
But from his gaze, it was clear he was very interested in Mark Lin.
"This kid is interesting."
As the 30 minutes passed, some candidates gave up while others were injured and had to quit.
Continuous combat was a severe endurance test for every profession.
This wasn't like a dungeon where you could rest after tiring out.
Only Mark Lin could nap if he wanted and still be fine.
As time waned, finally, 30 minutes passed and all the monsters vanished.
"Finally over."
"If it goes on any longer, I won't hold on."
"So scary. I've never been this tired even after dungeons."
Most candidates collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
Just 30 minutes had almost completely drained their stamina.
Snow Xia's face was also slightly pale.
She had been carefully managing and conserving skill use over the 30 minutes.
Her Spiritual Power was nearly exhausted.
Since storage was sealed during the big exam, no extra potions could be used to recover spirit.
It was truly difficult.
"Finally done."
"I killed over 200, so that's over 200 points."
Arthur Wang was completely collapsed on the ground.
By the end, his efficiency was far lower than at the start.
Heavy stamina drain and skill cooldowns had sharply reduced his combat power.
"I killed about 50. This Hell difficulty isn't easy."
Of all the candidates, only Mark Lin was in the best condition.
He had watched the whole 30 minutes like he was watching a show.
"The round is over."
"This round had 522 candidates, among whom 278 were disqualified due to injury or voluntary withdrawal."
"244 candidates remain qualified to enter the next round, though you can also choose to quit."
"The next round will be harder and more intense, and may pose a risk to life. Candidates, please choose carefully."
Everyone received the notification simultaneously, able to choose to quit or continue.
If they continued, the exam would become even tougher, with possible life-threatening danger.
If they quit now, they might feel regret.
Many were suddenly caught in a dilemma.
The examiners all showed wicked smiles.
"How many will quit this time?"
"Historically, at least one-third quit at this stage."
"The passing rate this year is about the same as last year. So far, nearly 60% have been eliminated."
There were 632 main combat profession candidates at the start; now 244 remained.
"Seems like they're struggling with the choice. Let's give them a little push to decide."
Then a solemn voice sounded again:
"Even if you quit now, your scores are enough to enter higher institutions."
"You have 60 seconds to decide. If you don't choose by then, you will be considered as continuing."
This statement was the final straw that broke many candidates' will.
"I quit."
"I'm out."
"I can't go on. If I continue, I'll die."
Many students chose to give up.
But even more chose to continue.
They'd come this far, it would be a shame not to push forward.
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