Chapter 610: Going All OUT!
"Don’t think much. You’ll definitely get the worst score among anyone here," Elias sneered from behind, his voice laced with contempt and lingering frustration. The sting of being overshadowed by Aria had left a mark, and now he was venting that bitterness on Max.
It was petty, but no one stopped him. The hall had gone quiet again, all eyes turning toward the boy who, by all logic, shouldn’t have even made it this far.
Max didn’t bother looking back. Instead, his attention shifted to the young man in the black and gold coat—the one with the strange floating blue spheres around him. Calm, composed, almost eerily indifferent, the man waited.
"I want to know what the basis of the score is," Max said evenly, his voice cutting through the tension. "I’m at Seeker Rank, and they’re all at Master Rank. If it’s measured on Master Rank standards, then this isn’t really a trial for me, is it?"
The young man tilted his head slightly, then gave a soft nod. "It tests one according to their own level," he replied, his tone patient. "If you are at the Seeker Rank, then your judgment will be based on the standards of that realm. Whether you’re weak or strong within your rank is what determines your score."
Max’s lips curled into a faint smile. That was all he needed to hear. His steps became more confident, more resolute, as he walked to the front of the black cube. Silence settled over the hall again.
All eyes were on him now—not with expectation, but with skepticism. To the others, he was just a lucky rat who had stumbled too far into territory meant for lions. But Max didn’t care. Their judgment held no weight in his path.
He reached for the hilt at his side and slowly drew his sword. It hummed softly, responding to his intent, and in the next breath—whoosh—the air around him shifted.
His Concept of Severing Sword was unleashed.