The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 1985

In the square, Austin stood stunned before the Talent Stela.

"I don't believe it. It must be wrong."

Austin shook his head with a wry smile.

He could not care less about these things as he knew his true capabilities. Over the years, he had relied on his own in enhancing his strength and skill.

In fact, Austin had never paid much attention to one's so-called talent and gift.

He was secure with his strength as a cultivator, and he was certain that if different masters of various sects admired him, so should the Talent Stela. Still, it came as a shock to be told that he was nothing more than an ordinary plain cultivator with no further potential.

The four old men next to the Talent Stela were appalled as well.

"That's impossible. He is the candidate for the Protector nominated by Master Kevin himself.

Surely, a person carefully selected by Master Kevin wouldn't be so inadequate, even if he is not the most gifted genius."

The four old men were speechless while exchanged glances.

"However, the Talent Stela has spoken.

Our task is to rank each disciple according to the ratification of the Talent Stela, and then choose new students according to the ranking.

The rest does not require out concern,"

an old man in grey clothes with hair half white and half black said to the other three old men.

"Yes, the Talent Stela is the only thing that matters. There is no need for us to worry about other things.

Although he is the candidate for the Protector handpicked by Master Kevin, we have no choice as long as the Talent Stela does not recognize him."

The other three elders nodded in agreement.

"Well, young man, you may leave now.

Don't get in the way of other people's tests,"

the old man in grey said to Austin.

"That's impossible. I don't believe the result.

Austin is an excellent cultivator and definitely the most powerful one among the young generation of our East Mainland.

I think there must be something wrong with the Talent Stela.

Please give Austin one more chance,"

Bray shouted suddenly.

"Yes, there must be something wrong with the Talent Stela.

Please give one more chance to our Holy Heritor.

Austin, go up and have another try!"

the disciples of the Flame Holy Land began shouting out one by one.

"This is ridiculous!

He has to accept that he is just a mediocre cultivator."

"The Talent Stela is a test of a warrior's talent and future development potential, not his current fighting power.

If it evaluates combat prowess, then why don't we just skirmish on the battle ring? Why even bother using the Talent Stela?"

"You are right. We can't give him another chance.

It will be unfair to others.

If this is the case, then everyone with unsatisfying results can ask for a chance to test again!"

The disciples of the three holy lands, three noble clans, and several top ranked sects all jeered at Austin and opposed giving him another chance to test.

"Enough! Be quiet!"

the old man in grey next to the Talent Stela shouted in a deep voice.

All of a sudden, everyone was tongue tied and silent in an instant.

The four old men next to the Talent Stela were all masters from the four schools.