The ones who could participate in this Great Competition of Hundred Clans might not be the pride of each race, but they were definitely the young elites who stood out in their respective clans.
Conflicts are conflicts, competitions are competitions, but regardless, no one wants to be looked down upon by others. After all, those who came to participate in this competition almost all possess their own pride.
And as an eminent elite, having such pride is only natural.
Perhaps in treasure hunts and battles, they can employ every possible trick and team up for ambushes without any limit.
However, no one here wishes to be looked down upon by others.
Yet at this moment, among the young people preparing to break through the blockade of the Evil Demon Tree, the majority felt as if they were dispensable.
