In a private room on the second level of the Innate Gift competition premises, several men with cold gazes stared at the numerous youths standing upon the various stages trying their best as sweat covered their faces. The youths were giving it their best with longing gazes but in the eyes of the men, it was like they were watching a comedy show.
"How dull this is turning out to be. I've long been tired of seeing all these things here in this Innate Gift competition. They're all just a bunch of common husks and stale grains. Can't they come up with anything new?" One of the men said with his lips stiffened, unable to make himself continue to watch these youths making use of their race's unique abilities to put on such a show.
In the Middle Realm, they had seen no lack of examples from others of their races who were much stronger.
