Su Ming did not see the elder and the others looking at him. Most of the Berserkers here were from Wind Stream Tribe. It was as if he had arrived before the elder and the others even though he had left later.
Once Shi Hai placed Su Ming down, he handed him a black plate. Without a word, he immediately turned into white mist and left.
Su Ming stood alone and looked around. There was no familiar face around him. He could not help but remain silent. He lowered his head and looked at the black plate in his hands. There was a Berserker Tribe number on it. It was 109.
The black plate looked normal. It was carved out of a stone. Yet when he held it in his hands, it felt cold.
"I heard that the test this time has the highest number of people. There are around 100 people!"
"It's only around 100 people. This is just the first stage. There must be a lot of people who won't participate in the second and third stages. After all, if they're not strong enough, they'll just be humiliating themselves. "
"That's where you're wrong. There are three stages in the test, and the first stage is the hardest! The second stage is speed, and the third stage is actual combat. These two stages require a certain level of cultivation and also involve luck. There's a pattern to it. " "But this stage doesn't seem to have a requirement for cultivation, but in truth, this stage is a test of determination and potential!
This can't be faked, but it's also very cruel! No matter what level of cultivation you have, if you don't get a good ranking in the first stage, then it means that you don't have enough determination and potential. The tribe won't pay too much attention to people like this. "
Su Ming lowered his head and toyed with the black stone plate. He could hear the discussions of the people in the area.
"But speaking of which, the top 50 Berserkers in every test are mostly Berserkers from Wind Stream Tribe. The other tribes are just subsidiary tribes. I heard that no outsider has ever appeared in the top 10."
"Of course. It'll be the same this time. There are only so many people in the top 10 and even the top 40. It's especially so for the top 10. Besides the outstanding Berserkers in the tribe, there won't be anyone else in the top 10."
As Su Ming listened, he gradually heard similar discussions. Not all the people in the area were going to participate in the first stage. Most of them were just there to watch.
As he listened, his mind was still thinking about the six numbers the elder had mentioned. Suddenly, Su Ming seemed to have noticed something. He lifted his head and looked to his side. There was an old man approaching him quietly. When he noticed Su Ming looking over, the old man quickly smiled and took a few quick steps towards Su Ming.
The old man wore beast skins and had bone earrings on his ears. By the looks of it, he should be a member of Wind Stream Tribe.
"Little brother, I am Bei Qiong. I saw that you are also one of the participants of the first stage, so I came over to chat with you. I don't have any ill intentions." The old man's appearance was slightly comical, with a protruding mouth and monkey cheeks. When he smiled, his facial features seemed to move, leaving a deep impression on people.
Su Ming's expression remained the same. Once he heard the old man's words, he nodded slightly.
"Little brother, I'm a straightforward person. Don't mind me. My level of cultivation may not be high, but I've lived for a long time, and I've trained my eyes. I see that your potential … is … very normal." The old man blinked.
"The test is held once every few years. I always come to watch. With your potential, it'll be difficult for you to get into the top 50. Based on my experience, you should be able to get into the top 100 … but …" The old man took a few steps closer to Su Ming with a mysterious look on his face. He first looked around, and when he saw that no one was paying attention to him, he quickly spoke in a low voice.
"But you're lucky that you ran into me. I have an herb here that can make a person's potential burst forth within a short period of time. With that, you might be able to get into the top 50 if you join the first stage! "If you buy more and eat them at the same time, it's not impossible for you to get into the top 10." The old man spoke in a low voice and opened his robes slightly. He quickly revealed some of the herbs inside, then quickly covered them up. The mysterious look on his face became even stronger, as if he was afraid that too many people would see it.
Su Ming was momentarily stunned. He looked at the old man and found himself speechless for a long time.
"You don't believe me?" When the old man saw Su Ming's expression, he immediately spoke again in a low voice. "Lad, you're still too young. Even if it's fake, you still have to try it. After all, once your ranking increases, it'll be completely different in your tribe. By the looks of it, you won't be able to do well in your tribe either."
"Alright, if your herb is really effective, then why is it that Wind Stream Tribe has always been the ones to get into the top 50 during the test and no outsiders have ever gotten into the top 10? "I won't buy it. Hurry up and sell it to someone else." Su Ming frowned and took a few steps back.
The old man widened his eyes and raised his right hand towards Su Ming. He gave him a thumbs up and praised him.
"Brilliant. Lad, you're really brilliant. You managed to think of this so quickly. Looks like I was wrong about you. You may not be talented, but you're very smart.
"But lad, you're wrong this time. It's not like no outsider has ever gotten into the top 10 of the first stage. 50 years ago, there was a person who managed to get into the top 10 of the first stage. You should have heard of this person before. It's the Elder of Dark Mountain Tribe, Mo Sang! "Do you know how he got there? It's because he bought a lot of my herbs every single time.
And that person from the Black Mountain Tribe also bought my herbs and got into the 40s. And that person from the Dark Dragon Tribe also got into the 40s.
"Hey, don't go. I'm talking to you. During the last test, there was a lad called Bei Ling who got into the top 50. He bought it …" The old man continued talking, making Su Ming frown and retreat once again. "Lad, we're fated to meet. That's why I'm selling it to you.
If it was anyone else, I wouldn't sell it to them even if they begged me. My herbs cost 10 stone coins to others, but I'm selling them to you for only 3 stone coins. How about it? I'll sell them to you for 3 stone coins. How about it? I'll sell them to you for 3 stone coins. It's so cheap. Wow, it's such a cheap herb. If I yell, a group of people will immediately surround us. Since we're fated to meet, I'll buy one and get one free, I … "The old man continued talking and his spittle flew everywhere. As he spoke, he clapped his hands, as if he was excited by his own words. Su Ming was stunned and instinctively took a few steps back.
Just as the old man was about to continue, the crowd in the square suddenly burst into an uproar. The sky distorted, and a huge black python suddenly burrowed in. There were a few people standing on the python, and they were the elder's group.
"It's Dark Mountain Tribe!"
"They're the Elder of Dark Mountain Tribe. I heard that his power is incredibly high. It's a pity that there's no one in the tribe who can take over his position. But I heard that there's a member of the younger generation called Bei Ling. He was ranked 49th in the previous test."
The dark python disappeared. The elder and his group landed in a corner of the field. They cast a glance at Su Ming from afar before averting their gazes. Bei Ling stood there with a proud and aloof look on his face.
Lei Chen and Wu La, on the other hand, looked around excitedly.
"See that old man and that cold-faced boy? They're the Elder of Dark Mountain Tribe, Mo Sang and Bei Ling I told you about before." The old man beside Su Ming quickly spoke, his face still as mysterious as ever.
As he spoke, an uproar broke out in the crowd once again. This time, it was clearly louder than before. As the square in front of them distorted, five people slowly walked in. The person in front was wearing a black robe and had no hair. It was the bald young man from last night, Wu Sen. His face was dark, and there was a faint hint of anger. It was obvious that what happened last night was a great humiliation to him, especially the dark green blood that belonged to him … It made him anxious, but he did not show any of it on his face.
The four people behind him were also silent as they followed Wu Sen into the field.
"Wu Sen!"
"He's the one who will definitely get into the top three in Wind Stream Tribe's test. I heard that the Berserker Art he's practising is incredibly strange …"
"Quiet down, this person is temperamental …"
"All of you, shut up!" As Wu Sen moved forward, he suddenly let out a low growl. Immediately, the area around them became silent. Wu Sen walked past Su Ming with a dark face. Yet the moment he walked past him, he turned his head and looked at Su Ming coldly. There was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes.
Yet after taking a closer look, he realized that this was not the person he met. He let out a cold humph and walked over. He sat down cross-legged in the distance. The four people who followed him surrounded him as if they were protecting him.
Su Ming looked at Wu Sen, then at Bei Ling, who was standing in the distance, before averting his gaze.
"This Wu Sen practises the Art of Devouring Blood with the Aura of Corpses. He worships an evil statue from Wind Stream Tribe. He's filled with hostility and has a dark personality. He's not a good person!" The old man beside Su Ming seemed to be angry, but he was afraid that Wu Sen would hear him. He mumbled under his breath. By the looks of it, he must have suffered a loss when he failed to sell the Art of Devouring Blood to Wu Sen.
"I say, lad, don't provoke this person … But even if you do, it's fine. I have another herb here. I guarantee that once you eat it, you'll become incredibly strong …" The old man thought about it and started trying to persuade Su Ming again.
Su Ming frowned. He felt that the old man's nagging had far surpassed Lei Chen's. In fact, if Lei Chen was compared to this person, he could be described as a man of few words.
The old man continued trying to persuade Su Ming, as if he would not let his guard down if Su Ming did not buy one.
At that moment, the area outside the field suddenly distorted once again. This time, a dozen people rushed in. These people chatted and laughed as if they were stars surrounding the moon. The person in the middle was not tall and was slightly plump. He was laughing and chatting with the people beside him. Sometimes, he would even wave his hand as if he was gesturing something.
There was an indescribable presence about him. It was extremely obvious among the dozen people. It made all those who saw him focus their attention on him the moment they saw him.
"Chen Chong!" Wu Sen, who was sitting cross-legged in the distance, opened his eyes and stared at the slightly plump person. He narrowed his eyes.
Su Ming's gaze was also focused on the person. He could clearly feel the faint presence within the person's body. It was not the power of Qi, but an indescribable feeling.
"Chen Chong, this is the lad that everyone in Wind Stream Tribe knows. He's a good person. He's much stronger than that Wu Sen," the old man quickly whispered by the side.
"I'll tell you, but don't tell anyone else. This Chen Chong is a big customer of mine. He often comes to buy herbs from me."
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