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Ryu's cold, biting expression made it feel as though the gravity of the surroundings had multiplied many times over. Those who were weaker found it almost impossible to breathe and even those who held some strength felt their knees buckle all the same. 

The young woman overseeing the entrance to the trial gate felt an overwhelming pressure bear down on her heart. It made her realize that even though this Ryu's cultivation was a bit low, he really couldn't be underestimated in the slightest. If he wasn't worthy of entering the trial grounds… than who could possibly be?

The expression of the half-masked man warped. Though it was a bit difficult to tell behind the abilities of a necromancer mask, just the disruption in his gloomy aura was enough to paint enough of a picture.