My Apocalypse Territory-Chapter 91 Challenge?

The young man had confidence written all over his face.

He wanted more than just to defeat the Puppet.

Although according to the assessment requirements, defeating the Puppet was enough to pass, he keenly noticed a crucial point—would the treatment be the same for those who were strong and those who were weak in defeating the Puppet?

And would the Awakeners who passed easily get the same treatment as those who barely managed to defeat the Puppet?

The young man thought not—definitely not.

What he intended to do was to win this round decisively, to make the upper echelons of the Sanctuary take notice. Perhaps, he could then gain a deeper understanding of the Patrol Team members and even the secrets of the upper echelons of the Sanctuary to become stronger.

He looked at the Puppet in front of him and smiled lightly.

The battle began.

The Puppet's attack was indeed as he had anticipated.

With just a few easy back and forths, he had chopped a large slash into the Puppet's body, nearly cutting off half of it.

Then the Puppet charged again.

The predictable charge trajectory...

The young man's eyes narrowed—this was an opportunity.

Seizing the moment for a fatal blow, his time taken to defeat the Puppet would be the shortest of anyone!

And he would receive the highest treatment.

The young man made a decisive move, his sword slashing fiercely towards the previous cut.

He was about to cleave off half of the Puppet's body.

The next moment, the young man paused.

His sword-holding right hand had been grabbed by the Puppet.

Caught...

Grabbed...

His eyes widened, his mind now in complete disarray.

The Puppet could do this too?

Wasn't it just supposed to swing punches straightforwardly? Why did it suddenly grab his hand?

Could this be a new tactic, a routine he had yet to fully understand?

He could no longer think.

The Puppet's other arm swung a straight punch forcefully.

This was the most frequent attack of the Puppet, unadaptable and non-threatening.

That's what he had thought before, but now he could not dodge it.

The punch landed on his face, seemingly indenting his nose bridge, and spun him around and threw him out of the arena, rendering him unconscious.

An Awakener glanced at him; he looked quite miserable but seemed not seriously harmed, not dead, so they left him alone.

Those who had passed the assessment were excited.

Those who had failed wore gloomy expressions.

Those who hadn't yet taken the assessment were nervous. It seemed the young Awakener wasn't very well-liked and was quickly forgotten.

Gradually, the assessment neared its end.

Only three people had not yet participated.

On one side was a duo of a tall and thin person and a short and stout person; the other was a handsome young man.

The tall member of the Ma Family had a gentle expression and patted the young man's shoulder, "Little brother, are you going or not? If you're not, then I will."

The patted handsome young man shuddered a bit, nervously replying, "I—I'll go."

He hurriedly ran forward.

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Chen Haiping watched with a frown and quickly stopped him, then pointed to the other side, "The weapon rack is over there."

The handsome young man shivered again and hurriedly ran to the weapon rack. After hesitating for a while, he finally picked up a Longsword.

"Come on, let's do this."

The fight began, as if he were pumping himself up.

The Puppet charged at him, its round body rapidly enlarging in his field of vision.

The blinding speed, the ferocious momentum, and the clenched fist that could swing at any moment.

Everything was so overwhelming...

The handsome young man was petrified, his legs trembling.

He wanted to dodge, but his body wouldn't cooperate.

Finally, it seemed he mustered his courage. As the Puppet's fist swung, he gripped the Longsword tightly and swung hard as well.

Then,

The Puppet's fist struck the blade, skewed the Longsword, and then slammed straight into the young man's chest.

Crack...

Accompanied by the crisp sound of bones breaking, the delicate young man was knocked flying backwards.

This punch, the Puppet, had been charged with power.

Though the delicate young man didn't pass out, his condition was more wretched than the earlier young man.

His breastbone was fractured, and he coughed up blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Yikes, that's pretty harsh."

"He still underestimated his own strength."

"Although Awakeners have strong vitality and won't die, the recovery will probably require him to lie down for a while, alas."

Some people watched coldly, others shook their heads, and some felt sympathy.

The delicate young man's complexion was ashen, and he bit his lips tightly, trying not to let out a whimper of pain.

He seemed to be annoyed at his own incompetence, and perhaps worried about the future.

Suddenly,

A ray of light shone down from above his head, and the delicate young man felt a warm glow throughout his body.

The pain gradually dissipated, and his chest felt slightly itchy, as though the wounds were healing rapidly.

Not far away, the Awakeners' expressions turned to astonishment.

"What is that?"

He pointed at the delicate young man, who was now enveloped in a pale yellow light, visibly restoring the concavity of his chest.

"The injuries are healing! Could this be..."

Someone realized and exclaimed.

That person's gaze quickly swept over the crowd and soon settled on Winnie in the distance, or rather on her hands.

Winnie held her hands together, radiating a misty light, the hue of which was exactly the same as the light enveloping the delicate young man.

"My God, she's really healing — the legendary Awakener with healing abilities!"

The Awakeners quickly looked over.

Winnie, in the midst of casting, was solemn and sacred. Her pale golden hair, unprovoked by the wind, wafted about.

The delicate young man looked up.

In his pupils, Winnie appeared, like the most sacred angel.

His face turned red, and he fell into a daze.

Outside the arena, in a certain peripheral zone.

Another young Awakener had been punched in the face by the Puppet and was only just regaining consciousness, his face contorted with pain.

Groggily opening his eyes, he saw the injured delicate young man recovering rapidly under a sweep of light.

Then he looked at himself, not even knowing what his swollen face resembled, yet no one cared.

A lump of bitterness welled up in his heart, and he passed out again.

The last ones left to be assessed were the Iron Hammer Brothers.

After twenty rounds of combat, other Awakeners had lost their initial enthusiasm.

Those who failed the assessment either stayed at the scene seeking consolation or had already quietly left.

Those who had succeeded in passing wanted the event to end early so they could officially join the Patrol Team.

They were impatient.

They saw the tall and lean Iron Hammer Boss step forward, suddenly saying, "Captain Luo, I would like to challenge you."

Ma Jiafeng's expression was serious, not seeming to joke.

Some Awakeners watching nearby were taken aback.

"This guy is crazy, actually wanting to challenge Captain Luo!"

Yet, some were not surprised, "Didn't you recognize them? Those two are the Iron Hammer Brothers, strong Awakeners."

"So it's the Iron Hammer Brothers, no wonder. Both are said to have third-layer Awakening abilities, stronger than many Sanctuary Directors."

"Not only that, but it's said that they're both battle maniacs who love challenging the strong. They once challenged a powerful Sanctuary Director—it's no wonder they now want to challenge Captain Luo."

"What was the outcome?" a curious onlooker quickly asked.

"The outcome..." the speaking Awakener shook his head, "The Sanctuary Director avoided the fight, and it was left unresolved."

Hearing this, the bystanders were disappointed.

Avoiding combat, although it can't be said that the Sanctuary Director would have been defeated had they actually fought, it was clear that the director had reservations.

If he could have easily defeated the Iron Hammer Brothers, would he have avoided the fight?

Obviously not.

So, would Captain Luo accept this challenge?

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