Who will be the ruler? (8)

With all the finalists in their places, Lang Tian rested the sword blade on his shoulder, looking at the four of them. He seemed to be thinking about something until he snapped his fingers.

"The second-to-last trial was supposed to test your endurance by having you hunt beasts, but that can easily be manipulated by buying or requesting help from your clans." (Lang Tian)

Lang Tian's eyes began to glow, and this wasn't figurative—their glow was real, much like the sword's blade, now imbued with a purple flame tinged with blue.

"If it's endurance we're testing, I have a quicker and more effective method." (Lang Tian)

"Oh, I know where this is headed. You'd better have high resistance stats." (Dmitry)

"You like stirring up trouble, don't you?" (YmItry)

Dmitry glanced at YmItry, noticing her hand on Tiamot's shoulder. He already sensed the situation and smiled.

"Take care of your dog." (Dmitry)