As the prompt sounded, a strand of golden light bloomed deep in the hall, forming the figure of a being clad in robes, seemingly indistinguishable from humans except for a head that was several sizes larger.
"I am Omniscient God·Gabu Fool, young elves, you have come again, oh, and this time, there are even a few new faces among you."
"Interesting, interesting, it seems that you have come prepared, let me see how many of you can pass the examination today, but don't make a strategic retreat in the face of battle."
Speaking of a strategic retreat, the faces of two elven martial monks reddened.
No, the matter of a strategic retreat, how could that be called fleeing?
They had tried twice before.
The first time to become familiar with the pattern, the second time to officially challenge but fell short by a move. They, feeling their accumulation was still insufficient, of course, dared not lightly waste their last chance.