The Transformation Realm expert looked at Flynn. He wanted to snap back, but no longer dared to. Too many people were present. If he had really talked back to a bishop candidate, it would be against the rules.
Flynn looked to Andrew again and said, "Train your dog better."
Having said that, Flynn continued walking towards the arena.
Bishop Morvyn was relieved to see what had happened. As compared to before, Bobbin's character had become much tougher!
Those who had known Flynn's character also widened their eyes. They did not know what had gotten to Flynn today. In the past, if Flynn had been ridiculed like that, he would have pretended as if he did not hear anything, not even daring to respond!
A ten-meter-high platform was not a big deal for Flynn. He jumped and landed on the platform.
All the successors of the bishops from the six continents were finally all present.
Bishop Mercator looked at Flynn, who was standing alone in the ring, and asked, "Flynn, where are your followers?"
"I don't have any." Flynn shook his head and said, "I alone will suffice for this selection!"
Flynn's words caused an uproar. The selections of the Recluse Association had been held countless times, not that it was the first time a candidate did not bring any followers, there once was a bishop who did not have any followers, yet still won by landslide with the sheer power he possessed. However, Flynn was merely at the early stage of Qi-control. How did he have the confidence to say that?
"Dalton, looks like you aren't that arrogant after all," said one of the candidates with a laugh.
Dalton shook his head. "Arrogance is one thing, putting up an act is another. I may be arrogant, but for Robbin, that's just putting up an act."
Upon hearing Flynn's reply, Bishop Mercator turned to look at Morvyn.
Bishop Morvyn nodded and said, "In this case, let's begin the first round of the selection. You may now get in your own positions."
The arena was divided into a total of six areas for the selection. After Morvyn finished speaking, the crowd headed to their respective sections. Then, fences began to rise from beneath the edges of the sections.
These fences neatly divided the entire arena into six pieces.
"For the first test, we will release a total of 180 experiment subjects into the arena. Each team would have 30 of them. The score will be determined by how quickly they are slain."
After Morvyn announced the rules, he looked at Flynn again.
Dalton and other bishop candidates all brought several followers. Flynn was the only one who participated alone. For the first round of the selection, the number of experiment subjects given had no relation with the number of people a team had, which meant that Flynn had the largest amount of experimental bodies appointed.
On the other hand, Robine's team only needed to kill less than three experiment subjects each, but Flynn needed to kill 30!
At that moment, if one had visuals of the arena from above, they would discover that the ground of every divided section of the arena was cracking apart. Almost immediately, roars erupted from the cracked ground. Several dozens of iron cages emerged dramatically from the cracks of the ground. Within the iron cages were all sorts of experiment subjects.
"This Robbin will lose for sure."
"That's for sure. These experiment subjects are not easy to deal with. Plus, he is only at the early stage of Qi-control, for him to deal with 30 experimental bodies? Isn't that just ridiculous?!"
"It should be no problem for him." some were still quite optimistic about Flynn. "I heard that Robbin had lived alone in purgatory for more than a year, so it should not be difficult for him to deal with the experiment subjects."
"Haha, that'll have to depend on how he survived it. I heard that he was rescued by somebody. Moreover, even if he could deal with these experiment subjects, how quickly could he do it?"
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