He Said He Would Come Back Next Year, What Does That Mean?!

"So far so good."

In the crowd, Tonpa, who was hiding among them, was frantically wiping the sweat flowing down his head.

"Thank goodness I didn't do anything unwise..."

Thinking back to his previous, very sensible behavior, Tonpa breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he is over 40 years old, he has participated in more than 30 Hunter Exams.

His sense of danger is truly perfect.

It let him know when to follow his heart and when to bow his head.

It is precisely because of this that he has been able to live peacefully until now.

Click.

"What's on your mind?"

He felt a familiar touch on his shoulder, and the voice that left a deep impression on him echoed in his ears.

Tonpa's figure froze in place once again.

"No, nothing..."

He turned his head like a machine and just happened to meet Lan's dull eyes.

He immediately revealed a smile that was uglier than crying:

"I'm happy for you, Mr. Lan. Congratulations on passing the first round of exam."

"There's nothing to be happy about."

Lan shook his head as a matter of course: "The level of candidates for this year's Hunter Exam is worse than I thought."

He looked at Agon, who had not yet come out of the wall, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Although he had the intention of eliminating the opponent with the ball just now, he had already held back.

Unexpectedly, he still couldn't even score one goal.

This disappointed Lan, who wanted to try tricks like Outward Spin Serve, Wave Shot], Tiger Roar], etc., that didn't sound like tennis skills.

It feels a bit like punching cotton.

He originally thought that since the opponent was able to pass through the Trick Tower, he should be able to withstand more attacks.

As a result, he didn't catch a single ball.

"Why don't you say that you are a monster compared to the other candidates..."

Tonpa secretly complained in his heart, but on the surface, he rubbed his hands and showed a flattering smile:

"That's, of course, because the other party hasn't yet a higher level of strength."

"If this is all he can do, then he should go back and practice more."

"Mr. Lan, by doing this, you are helping him to recognize the cruelty of the Hunter Exam, as well as his own shortcomings and the gap between him and other candidates."

"It's good for him to be eliminated early. It will prevent him from dying in the subsequent exams due to his lack of strength and losing his life in vain..."

Tonpa couldn't continue talking after this.

He noticed that Lan was looking up at him.

"Why, what's the matter, Mr. Lan?"

"Nothing."

Lan shook his head. "I just think you are worthy of being a senior student who can participate in so many Hunter Exams."

"Not only what you do, but even what you say is so pleasant to the ear."

Lan patted his shoulder casually and said: "I will definitely come to see you again when I come again next year."

"Thank you very much for the compliment..."

Tonpa was dazed and responded subconsciously.

Then he reacted instantly: "Wait!"

"He said he will come back next year; what does that mean?!"

Tonpa quickly raised his head and looked at Lan.

But he found that the other party was resting with his eyes closed and no longer chatting with him.

And he didn't have the courage to disturb the other party, so he could only silently suppress this question in his stomach.

At this time, after the tennis ended, several other rounds of competitions were held.

Finally, it's time for the much-anticipated Track and Field and Shot Put sports.

"The Track and Field sports are simple. With so many people participating, we don't have to occupy the track."

The Principal in the loudspeaker stated the rules in a simple and rough manner.

"It's the same for the Shot Put. There aren't enough places for so many of you to throw the Shot Put together."

"Besides, you've all been waiting for such a long time; you must be getting impatient, right?"

"So..."

The sound on the loudspeaker became more playful:

"Then let's have a simple, efficient, and unique sports event."

"Those participating in Track and Field and Shot Put will stand at the stadium's eastern and western ends, respectively."

"The Track and Field candidates will run from east to west, while the Shot Put candidates will throw the ball from west to east."

The speakers continued to blare out words that made the two groups of candidates look even more embarrassed.

"I said we'd take 40 people, so we'll split the two sports in half. The first 20 Track and Field candidates who arrive at the finish line will pass."

"The top 20 Shot Put candidates who throw the farthest will also pass..."

At this point, the voice on the loudspeaker paused and said: "Of course, this is a bit too boring."

"So, I'm going to add an extra new rule."

Listening to the sound, everyone seemed to be able to see the guy behind the loudspeaker, with a look of mischief on his face and big white teeth showing from the corners of his grinning mouth.

"If the Shot Put players can throw the ball in their hands and hit the Track and Field players running towards them..."

"That's also considered passing!!"

"On the other hand, if the Track and Field candidate can catch the heavy ball thrown to them, it will also be considered a pass!"

"Moreover, these do not take up the original 20 qualified places; they are additional."

"So, you all have to think carefully about how to choose to pass the level."

As soon as the words were spoken, in just a moment, the solemn atmosphere in the entire venue was raised several levels!

"Are you kidding me?!"

There were track and field players who couldn't accept it: "Wouldn't it mean that we have to compete with people in the same event in terms of speed and avoid the heavy balls that might hit us?!"

"If we are not careful, we will not only lose the game but also lose our lives!!"