Garion scanned the hall slowly, eyes moving across thousands of nervous, sweating teenagers.
"I will only choose 450 of you."
A wave of gasps exploded through the crowd.
Garion raised one finger.
"And, maybe, three of you will become my direct disciples."
There was a silence for a moment before panic.
"Only four hundred and fifty?!"
"There's FIVE THOUSAND of us!"
"What kind of ratio is that?!"
"Bro, we're dead."
Garion watched their reactions with an amused smirk.
Meanwhile, deep inside the crowd, two figures stood out sharply from everyone else.
A tall boy with bright red hair, a massive frame, and a cocky smirk cracked his knuckles loudly.
"So that's the sect leader of the God Gym, huh?"
He narrowed his eyes at Garion.
"My father said this sect suddenly rose to the top because of some crazy body-cultivation path… I want to see if it's better than my Vulkran Clan's methods."
