"Hah!"

Lucian roared, and slammed his fist into the frame. When his fist comes into contact with the force field in the center of the frame, the touch is extremely subtle, as if it has slapped into the water, and there is even a hint of coolness. Then, a powerful reaction force was fed back from the fingertips, and the fist was ejected without even entering the frame.

Then, the force field, which was as calm as the surface of a lake, began to fluctuate as if it had been hit by a heavy object, slowly spreading from the center point to all sides.

Lucian looked at the ripples, not knowing if they were outstanding, blinking his eyes, as if his hands were not appropriate anywhere.

The elven envoy carefully observed the fluctuations of the force field on the other side, and after a while, two words were faintly highlighted, "Three stars." Turning to Lucian, he added, "With your stature, it's not bad." ”

Hearing this, Lucian was a little wooden at first, and then seemed to breathe a long sigh of relief, as if to comfort himself that he was "acceptable". Then he smiled at Claude and gave him a thumbs up.

"Next, Claude. ”

The elven messenger read Claude's name to the roster, then looked up to see that it was another "child". However, this time he didn't show much surprise, he remembered that the child had just been "cared for" by Queen Maritia not long ago, and subconsciously looked forward to his performance.

Claude was looking at Lucian, perhaps he had always been a sensitive child, Lucian's reaction did not make him relax, but he was a little nervous, and even shivered when he heard his name.

The elven messenger couldn't help but be a little surprised, maybe in his subconscious, this child would "unsurprisingly" give a four-star or even five-star rating. However, now this child shows a little "stage fright".

"Please come up, it's your turn. ”

Seeing that Claude didn't respond for a while, the elven messenger reminded.

Claude nodded, and as he walked onto the platform, the long sword he was carrying behind his back made the child look a little funny and undespiseable.

"Just punch as hard as you can, just do your best......" Claude muttered quietly.

The elven messenger looked at him with a slight surprise, then looked at the roster and looked around for a moment. Obviously, there are not a few people who are watching this child, and everyone is looking forward to his performance.

Claude took a few deep breaths to calm his breath as Lucian did, but his heart beat uncontrollably faster and faster, and even his limbs began to tremble slightly. The more Claude tried to control it, the more he trembled. He was a little helpless about the status quo, and even the voice of constantly reassuring himself in his heart to "don't be nervous" became smaller and smaller.

He noticed that there were so many eyes around him that he could even feel the temperature of his gaze. He looked back at Lucian, a little bewildered, and although Lucian gave him a thumbs up as always, Claude still couldn't relax even the slightest.

"Is there anything special about him?"

"Who knows, Queen Maritia also has a time when she looks away?"

"He still looks very tender......"

Although the voices of the crowd were noisy, the words were very clear in Claude's ears. Although he had heard Lucian talk about the process of these trial projects no less than ten times, he was still inexplicably nervous when it came to the end. There is still a big difference between practice and fantasy.

Claude's face was hot with shame, and his skin was visibly red. He scrambled to stray his steps, hunched over, his hands dangling in the air trembling almost recognizably with the naked eye.

"I'm really curious what level he can play. ”

"Five-star?"

"Hahahaha......"

The cacophony of the crowd grew more and more harsh. If he could, Claude really wanted to cover his ears immediately, ignore it, or just walk off the stage It would be a good choice.

Just as he flinched, a voice that was gentle but calm enough to make one heard again.

"Don't worry about the outcome, just do your best, and you get what you deserve. The Light is with you. ”

Indeed, the violently beating heart gradually calmed down, and the disturbing doubts gradually disappeared. Claude took another deep breath and adjusted his pace and shape, and the distractions disappeared with the voice. When he thinks he's ready enough, he strikes in a standard punch position, right in the center of the frame.

Burst.

Unknown if it was an auditory hallucination or something else, Claude seemed to hear a muffled sound coming from within the force field. After the punch, the noise stopped abruptly, and everyone watched, desperately hoping for the results to be announced.

After a moment of silence, the lake-like force field clearly spread out a circle of ripples from the center of the boxing, which reached the edge of the frame and followed its original trajectory back to the center. The fluctuations of the entire force field stopped, and it was unusually calm.

"This?"

The elven messengers in charge of judging were all dumbfounded, and it was obvious that this result was once again different. Even the few ultimate mentors and Diana who were sitting not far away were deeply surprised.

That's kind of ...... Very weak?

Not to mention other pilots, among the more than 100 people who have been tested in this frame, the worst one-star rating has subtle fluctuations, not to mention "outliers" like Sivir, which fluctuate so much that they can even last for a long time. This ripple has no characteristics other than "stout", what is the result?

The elven envoy frowned and glanced at the platform behind him, but helplessly found that the "high-level judges" who were sitting upright were also bowing their heads to exchange their heads about the reason, and did not give any instructions.

After a moment of silence, the onlookers were even more discussing, and all kinds of questioning words broke through the restrictions this time and were released without reservation.

"Hey...... What is this?, a stout one?" a beast spirit scoffed.

"Could it be that the ancient magicians really look away?" said a certain Digan who deliberately showed doubts about life.

"I've long said this kid doesn't have anything out of the ordinary. A certain Di Ren sneered coldly.

"The result of being worse than mortal...... It was an eye-opener. A certain Lonellan couldn't help but talk.

"Could it be the magic inside this frame that's causing the problem?"

"I don't think it's reasonable to question the power of ancient magic. ”

The elves discussed the reasons for this result.

Claude stared at the huge frame in front of him, his eyes glazed. He couldn't even recall what he had just felt, it was ...... It wasn't as Lucian had said earlier, and Claude didn't even feel the slightest hint of reaction, not even the touch of lapping on the water.

After a long time, Claude raised his head and asked in a low voice, "Sir, what is my result...... Pretty bad, isn't it?"

The elven messenger froze in place, and he noticed that the child in front of him was slightly weak, and even made him feel a little compassionate. However, he didn't know what to say about such a result.

After thinking for a while, the elven messenger shook his head slightly and comforted, "It's okay, you're just a child. ”

But I was really eager to actually enter the temple of glory. Claude pursed his lips and added in a low voice, "Sir, can you tell me if it's really bad anyway......"

The Elven Emissary's mouth was slightly open because it was difficult to answer, which was not a typical "very poor" criterion, and there was no precedent for what the rating would be. Perhaps the elves have compassion for pure souls, and after a moment of thought, the elf in the white robe folded the roster in his hand, raised his head to face the crowd, and announced:

"Claude, one star. ”