Chapter 2092: Wilma Nilles Chapter 2092: Wilma Nilles Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation A few days flew by in the blink of an eye.
Braydon Neal’s announcement had spread like wildfire, and he was now widely recognized as the undisputed number one freshman.
No one even dared to challenge the Sky No.
1 Room.
After all, the price of challenging him was to be reduced to a bloody mist, leaving no corpse behind.
Braydon had spent the past few days quietly staying in his room, which only fueled the curiosity of those who had never seen him before.
Was Braydon really as the rumors described?
Green-faced, sharp-toothed, uneducated, and prone to eating people?
“Buzz!” A bell chime rang out, signaling the official start of the disciple recruitment ceremony at the Myriad Demon Mountain.
Servant disciples immediately headed toward the assessment grounds, their faces brimming with excitement.
The previously silent pavilion came alive as doors opened one after another.
Young men filed out and made their way toward the examination grounds.
From the first room, Braydon emerged with an indifferent expression.
His appearance instantly drew the attention of the crowd.
“So, this is Lige Guay?
He doesn’t look as terrifying as the rumors claim.” “Exactly!
He’s actually so handsome.
Where did that whole green-faced and sharp-toothed story even come from?” “Wow, I think I’m in love.
Do you think he’d say yes if I confessed?” “You should worry more about how you’d end up dying.” Braydon paid no attention to the chatter and strode out of the pavilion.
As expected, Locke Macadam was already waiting for him outside.
“Lige, I’m one of the organizers of this disciple recruitment ceremony.
It just so happens we’ll be going together.” Braydon gave a nod, and the two of them climbed onto a giant eagle, soaring into the sky and vanishing in an instant.
“That must be Senior Brother Locke.” “That’s right.
He’s the head disciple of the outer court and seems to get along well with Lige.” “Well, who wouldn’t?
Lige crushed a challenger the moment he got here.
Even Sam Wolken, ranked second in the outer sect, doesn’t dare to cause him trouble anymore.” “Alright, enough gossip.
Let’s move.” The giant eagle descended upon an open space paved with luxurious white jade.
While it looked impressive, the jade itself held no spiritual power and was as common as ordinary stone.
Braydon leaped off the eagle and followed Locke to the waiting area.
Locke’s gaze fell on a bronze cauldron at the center of the space, where a stick of sandalwood incense burned, already halfway down.
When the incense finally burned out, the participants had all arrived.
“The Myriad Demon Sect’s disciple recruitment ceremony is now officially underway.
Anyone who hasn’t made it in time will have to wait for the next one.” Locke slapped the bronze cauldron with his palm, and a screen of light enveloped the White Jade Square.
Under the light curtain, the fragile white jade became astonishingly sturdy.
“There’s only one rule for this recruitment ceremony: chaotic battle.” “Only 5,000 disciples will move forward; the rest will be eliminated.
Killing is not allowed.
Now… begin!” Locke’s announcement stunned everyone.
In the past, the rules had always involved either assessments or one-on-one challenges.
This was the first time a chaotic battle had been introduced.
As for the prohibition on killing, no one gave it much thought.
As long as there wasn’t deliberate slaughter, a few deaths were inevitable—it was simply the way of things.
The disciples immediately became vigilant, guarding against those around them, any of whom could become an opponent at a moment’s notice.
Braydon, however, stood alone in an open space.
No one dared to approach him.
For one, his legend had already spread, and various versions of it only added to his mystique.
In one tale, Sam had dropped to his knees and kowtowed under Braydon’s mere glance, causing an abyss to form in the ground.
Though exaggerated, it was enough to ensure no one sought trouble with him.
Braydon watched the chaos unfold without making a move.
But soon, someone, overcome by fear, decided to target him.
Concealing his presence, the would-be attacker thought he had the element of surprise.
Braydon glanced at him, raised his arm, and flicked his sleeve.
“Bang!” A loud crash echoed in the distance.
The disciple who had attempted to ambush him lay sprawled on the ground, completely immobilized.
“Such precise control.
To instantly strip him of the ability to resist while leaving him alive… I’m impressed,” remarked an old man in the sky, stroking his beard with a smile.
The others trembled at the sight.
Lige hadn’t even attacked properly—just a flick of his sleeve had rendered someone utterly helpless.
If he were to go all out, they’d likely face only cold, certain death.
Realizing this, the crowd gave Braydon a wide berth.
He yawned, bored by the spectacle.
After more than an hour, Locke’s booming voice brought the battle to a halt.
“There are enough spots.
Stop!” The disciples froze.
Braydon’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Was this really the Myriad Demon Sect’s entrance exam?
A simple free-for-all, after which the survivors passed?
How… unconventional.
Braydon sighed, glancing at Locke.
“You’ve passed the test.
Now, we’ll move on to the next step.” Locke took out a token, holding it respectfully as he infused it with spiritual energy.
“The Head Disciple of the Outer Sect, Locke Macadam, has completed the entrance test.
Elders, please descend!” The token erupted with a beam of light that shot skyward.
Braydon narrowed his eyes, noting that the token was merely a device for emitting light.
As dazzling phenomena filled the sky, Braydon’s lips twitched slightly.
The Myriad Demon Sect was really… unique.
He felt the weight of several gazes upon him, akin to a pack of starving dogs spotting a juicy bone.
It seemed the elders had been waiting for this moment.
A tremendous aura descended from the sky, accompanied by a booming voice.
“Good!” Nine figures descended majestically, their presence commanding the attention of every disciple.
“That’s Elder Ilias Isidoro from the First Peak!” “And there’s Elder Mikel Rioux from the Second Peak!” “Look, it’s Elder Ivanna Qualey from the Sixth Peak.
She’s said to be the most beautiful elder in the outer sect.” The disciples whispered among themselves, mesmerized by the green-robed woman whose every movement exuded grace.
“It’s a pity the Sixth Peak only accepts female disciples.
Life’s so unfair.” “Wait… is that Elder Wilma Nilles?”