Chapter 415 Enough Materials (1/2)
Zachary, Queenie, and Joan stood before the entrance of their contesting area, a rugged, rocky terrain. All they could see were stony cliffs. Numerous ravines crisscrossed through these cliffs, forming a complex pattern.
As they stood looking upon this scene, three masters from Shura College appeared before them, led by Parker, who had tutored Zachary in the class of Earth Level.
”There are two weapon refining rooms in the center of the area. Once you collect enough materials, you can go to one of the weapon refining rooms and refine your weapons. We will supervise and record your performance. The one who performs the worst in each round will be eliminated, until three of you remain.” Parker reeled out the basic rules of the contest. ”More importantly, you are not allowed to use any refining materials from outside this area. All the materials you use to refine weapons must come from this area. If you don't heed this, you will be disqualified. Do you understand?”
”Got it.”
”Good. Then let's begin the contest,” Parker said, his voice commanding.
The other six King Level disciples looked at Zachary's team and then at each other. All of a sudden, three disciples rushed towards the distance while the rest re-positioned themselves so that they surrounded Zachary, Queenie, and Joan. They stood there, motionless, as if they were waiting for them to make a move.
Zachary, Queenie, and Joan exchanged glances, quickly figuring out what was going on. The six other disciples had obviously banded together to compete against them.
”Joan, we don't want to make things difficult for you. If you agree to join us, we will try our best to help you make it to the second stage.” One of the three disciples who was dressed in white, started to try and persuade Joan.
”Do you think I need your help to make it through?” Joan asked, frowning.
”That's not what I meant. We don't want to be enemies with you. Don't team up with them,” the disciple in white hurried to explain.
”What if I say no?” Joan asked.
”Then I'm afraid we have no choice but to follow you,” the disciple said, gritting his teeth. They knew they weren't a match for Zachar