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#534 - Chapter 532: Dwarf Reserve Graduation Exam

Beneath this village lies a spacious indoor training ground.

Many small figures stand on the hard stone bricks, mostly no older than fourteen. They all hold a small, non-metallic dagger in their hands, and regardless of gender, their faces are expressionless.

A gray-haired old man wearing a mask watches them from the high platform at the front. After pacing slowly for a few seconds, he shouts loudly:

"Today is your big day! You need to defeat my clones to graduate successfully! Only then can you contribute to the great cause! Only then can you obtain the meaning of your life! Prepare to begin!"

"For the Angzheng Society!" × n

Their voices are surprisingly uniform and loud, but their faces remain expressionless, as if the impassioned voices didn't come from their throats.

The Fourth Elder on the platform watches this scene with satisfaction and lightly snaps his fingers.

In an instant, a physical clone wearing the same mask appears in front of each person. The moment they appear, they immediately launch a violent attack.

However, these short trainee assassins seem to be used to it. Without any hesitation, they wield the daggers in their hands and stab at the opponents in front of them.

These small figures move as nimbly as ghosts. Although they are not tall, every move carries a chilling ruthlessness.

A short-haired girl swiftly dodges the clone's straight punch, then forcefully inserts her dagger into the clone's ribs. She turns again to pull out the dagger and stabs at the neck above, completing the entire action in one go.

The girl next to her bends over, contorting her body in an unnatural posture, and stabs upwards at the clone's throat.

Agility is the strength of the short ones.

The distance between each of them is only about a meter. In such a small space, no one interferes with anyone else, only fighting within their confined area.

Moreover, most of them finish the battle in less than ten seconds, precisely inserting the dagger into the clone's throat.

The longest it takes is no more than twenty seconds.

The Fourth Elder on the platform watches this scene with satisfaction, nodding almost imperceptibly.

The clones he summons possess his complete fighting skills, and few people in the world can surpass him in equal physical condition.

The fact that these 'little girls' can kill the clones in front of them within this time proves that they can deliver a fatal blow to the target in close combat.

Coupled with the gun skills they have already been tested on, it is foreseeable that this batch of assassin spies will definitely not lose to the previous graduates.

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On the other side, there is also an underground square, similarly filled with many short teenagers.

However, unlike the training ground next door, they have already passed the killing test.

A charming, brown-haired foreign woman stands on the high platform, also wearing a mask, conducting the second graduation exam for the short trainee assassins.

Her curriculum is different from the Fourth Elder's.

"What expression should you present when you give someone a gift to exchange for power and status?"

Upon hearing the Second Elder's words, every short assassin instantly changes their expressionless look.

Standing there, they wear an extremely ingratiating expression, barely managing to force a smile at the corners of their mouths. However, the smile doesn't reach their eyes, and their eyes are full of calculation and flattery.

Their eyebrows are slightly raised, as if silently expressing infinite respect for the other person. The wrinkles at the corners of their eyes deepen due to the excessive smiling, appearing somewhat deliberate and unnatural.

Moreover, their heads are also tilted slightly forward, seemingly to show that they are listening attentively, revealing excessive humility. Their lips are slightly parted, as if ready to echo the other person's words at any time, while their eyes constantly wander over the other person's face, trying to capture every possible signal of approval or dissatisfaction.

Their facial muscles also seem to be constantly adjusting to maintain that unpleasant, obsequious look, and every subtle change in expression reveals their desire for power.

The most standard 'flattery' in history is nothing more than this.

Looking at their current expressions, it's impossible to imagine that they were just expressionless a moment ago, as if they had instantly changed into a different person.

The Second Elder's gaze sweeps over each short trainee assassin, and a slight satisfaction appears in her eyes. She issues another command:

"Seduction!"

"Cutness!"

"Pity!"

"Begging!"

"Ruthless!"

......

They can perform each command perfectly and naturally, almost interpreting the word itself.

In this group where boys become girls and girls become girls, mastering these micro-expressions will definitely allow them to adapt to most spy missions.

As a real woman, the Second Elder is very confident in this theory.

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At the same time, on the other side, examiners are sorting the short trainee assassins who have completed the previous tests.

Those with latent abilities are classified into one category. After strengthening their mental control again, they are released and precisely infiltrated into various important places around the world.

Those with combat abilities are classified into another category. They enter the professional assessment area for combat abilities. The excellent ones stay for further training and become high-level members of the Shorty Society, while the weaker ones are released to become high-level spies.

Other useless abilities are classified into one category, becoming subordinates of the above people. When necessary, they can sacrifice themselves to lay the foundation for their infiltration.

As for the process of turning men into women, it was completed as early as a few years ago...

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"I guess the villages on the ground and the factory next door are all people who failed the Shorty assessment and were eliminated. They act like robots, without any expression, and are very short."

Inside that simple office, Qi Jing tells Tan Zuoyin and Gou Yigou the information he sensed with his Observation Haki.

His Observation Haki can see the secret training base underground, but he can only see a part of it, which is the above three places where assessments are being conducted.

He can't sense anything about the other venues due to distance limitations.

"So, the ground is the shorties' factory, and the underground is the shorties' training base. Both can be killed."

Hearing Qi Jing's words, Tan Zuoyin knocks him on the head:

"Kill what? This year's assessment alone has nearly a thousand people, and who knows how many people there are in other years. How long are you going to kill for?"

If you think of this as the college entrance examination, then there must be people in the deeper areas who are in the first and second year of high school. Adding them all up, I don't know how many there are.

If you kill them all, not to mention whether you'll miss any, the name 'Thousand-Man Slayer' is not very good.

Qi Jing blinks his eyes:

"Why can't I? I'm very powerful, okay."

"The underground is probably bigger than our academy. Can you kill them all?"

"It's not like I can't try."

Seeing Qi Jing's appearance, who only wants to take action, Tan Zuoyin supports her forehead and says:

"The most important thing for us now is to find the Third Elder who controls the shorties' minds. Everything else can wait."

"What about the Grand Elder?"

"Have you ever seen a principal who comes to school every day?"