NovelEnglishA moment later, a bunch of martial artists dressed in various styles were lining up to register at the registration
booth of Sacred Wrym Summit's Combat Tournament. Dustin was also among them.
After they confirmed their plan, Dustin was led by Dalen and the others to the registration booth.
Although the sun was going to set soon, there were still many people there to sign up.
However, the Combat Tournament had specific requirements this time. One had to pass a trial to sign up.
The test was simple. One must demonstrate the ability to lift a cauldron.
Sacred Wrym Summit prepared three bronze cauldrons weighing ten thousand pounds, 50 thousand pounds, and
100 thousand pounds.
One would be qualified if they could raise a ten thousand pound cauldron and would be assigned to Group C. If
they won after competing with their peers, they could advance to Group B.
Those who could raise a 50 thousand pound cauldron would be considered outstanding, directly advancing to
Group B. After winning against their peers, they could advance to Group A.
As for those who could raise a 100 thousand pound cauldron, they were considered top seeds and could directly
advance to Group A.
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Those from Group A wouldn't need to take part in Group B and C's battle.
Once the winners from Group B and C were selected, they would qualify to compete against Group A's
contestants.
In simple terms, the heavier the cauldron one lifted, the higher the rating and the greater the advantage. This
allowed contestants to save a lot of physical and mental energy, avoiding meaningless battles.
"Contestant 843 has failed. Next!"
On the square, a medium-sized man gripped the bronze cauldron with both hands. He gritted his teeth, and his
face flushed red. Although he mustered all his strength, he failed to lift the ten thousand pound cauldron.
In the end, the referee announced his failure.
A ten thousand-pound cauldron could set the difference between a Divine-level martial artist and a Low-level
martial artist.
Setting aside those martial artists who were born talented, a Low-level martial artist could only lift a few pounds
at most.
In other words, only a Divine-level martial artist could lift a ten thousand-pound cauldron.
This threshold directly eliminated those who wanted to give it a try.
If one couldn't even lift a ten thousand-pound cauldron, they weren't eligible to compete in a competition filled
with talented and skilled martial artists.
"Go away! Lethave a go!" A burly man pushed aside the sighing Contestant 843 and bravely stepped
forward.
The burly man wore a blank tank top and had a rugged appearance. His muscles bulged prominently, indicating
he was a powerful man.
Firstly, the burly man circled the ten thousand-pound cauldron twice. Then, he grabbed the two sides of the
cauldron and lifted it.
The heavy bronze cauldron was directly lifted up, dangling several feet above the ground. "Simply lifting it isn't
enough. You need to raise it over your head!" someone reminded beside him.
"It's so light! How could it possibly be a challenge for me?" The burly man smiled confidently and lifted the
cauldron once more.
"Up you go!" he shouted.
Without pausing, the burly man directly raised the cauldron over his head.
The burly man circled the ground a few times to show off his strength. Many people cheered after seeing how
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"Amazing! You can lift a ten thousand-pound cauldron so easily!"
"He doesn't seem to be using all his energy, too. He's quite something."
"What's the use of raising a ten thousand-pound cauldron? He just barely passed the test. He should try and lift
the 50 thousand-pound cauldron if he's that capable!"
The contestants lining up to register began to murmur. Their expression varied as spraised him while some
looked down on him.
"Contestant 844 has successfully passed the test! Here's your advancement token. Please take good care of it."
The examiner handed over a wooden token expressionlessly. The front of it was carved with Sacred Wrym
Summit symbol, while the back was his new contestant number.
Instead of taking over the wooden advancement token, the burly man exclaimed, "Wait for a moment!
A ten thousand-pound cauldron is too light for me. | want to try this 50 thousand-pound cauldron!"
His words caused even more discussion around him.
"50 thousand pounds? Can he really do it?"
"He might just pull it off judging by his robust physique and how confident he is."
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