The pressure continued to increase as the five minutes slowly passed.
At first, the stronger applicants managed to remain relatively composed, relying on their physical strength and years of experience to endure Ruth's Rune Arts. However, as the pressure became heavier, even some of the most confident adventurers began to struggle.
Roderick was among those still standing.
The scarred Gold-Rank adventurer had one knee slightly bent, his muscles were tense as he fought against the invisible pressure weighing down his body. Soon, sweat ran down his face, but he refused to fall.
Bon watched him carefully.
'As expected.'
Roderick's physical strength had always been exceptional, and apparently, his years of experience had only made him tougher.
Not far away, Mariel was also standing firmly.
The woman gripped her massive battle-axe with one hand while using it as support. Her expression was strained, but there was still a stubborn smile on her face.
