Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort-Chapter 108: Have You Ever Played Thirty-Person, Thirty-One-Leg? (2)

"Young Lord, what does this mean? Is it a game?" Someone finally couldn’t resist voicing their doubt.

Mu Qingge smiled and replied, "You can regard it as a game for now. As for what this game truly means, I hope that the final five hundred winners can tell me your answer."

Without giving the crowd time or a chance to react, Mu Qingge issued an order, beginning this selection that seemed like a game.

The hundred or so people who had withdrawn earlier watched from afar, grateful in their hearts.

They thought to themselves: If I hadn’t left, I would surely have shared the same fate as those brothers, playing games with the Young Lord.

Ignoring the thoughts of others, Mu Qingge returned to her chair and sat down, observing the competition under the scorching sun.

At the start, none of the five hundred and thirty-seven individuals could take even ten steps forward, some fell after just two steps, collapsing into a heap.

This chaos continued until the sun began to set.

Some teams seemed to have found a knack through constant falling, gradually walking more smoothly and quickly.

Seeing the first group advance, Mu Qingge glanced sharply, noticing Mo Yang among them.

A subtle smile appeared on the corner of her lips, as she continued to watch. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

With the first victory shout, there followed a second, a third...

The hundred or so who had withdrawn earlier remained watching, appearing to gradually understand the subtleties, their previous pride and relief fading as some clever ones fell into reflection, eyes hinting at regret.

At last, before nightfall, five hundred individuals were selected.

They stood spiritedly before Mu Qingge, each as upright as a spear.

The more than a hundred who had left early were now silent, standing quietly outside the field, gazing at what should have been their battlefield.

The thirty-seven who were eliminated looked frustrated and somewhat disheartened.

The Mu Family Army was not filled with fools; they all discerned the implication of Mu Qingge’s game and understood the Young Lord’s complexity.

Mu Qingge walked to the soldier who had questioned her before and asked, "Now, can you tell me what the purpose of this game is?"

The soldier apparently didn’t expect Mu Qingge to remember him, or their previous conversation. With trepidation, he shyly said, "I... I can’t put it into words. I just feel that this game isn’t simple. After completing it, I seem to be closer to my comrades."

Mu Qingge smiled and approached Mo Yang, asking the same question.

Mo Yang frowned in thought, then replied, "Young Lord, I don’t know how to describe it. At the start, we were like a pile of loose sand. But in the end, we synchronized our steps and achieved victory."

Mu Qingge nodded slightly, stepped back a few paces, and said to the five hundred, "From today onwards, you will be my Personal Guard, and I will personally train you."

This was news they hadn’t known about being personally trained by Mu Qingge.

Yet, contrary to expectations, the group that should have raised objections remained strangely silent.

Mu Qingge smiled in satisfaction and continued, "I have an agreement with the old general. In three months, there will be a competition. Are you confident?"

"Yes!"

Their morale was overwhelming, their voices resounding.

The unified response carried an unyielding fighting spirit.

The smile on Mu Qingge’s lips widened: "Earlier, you asked me what this was all about. I believe those of you truly involved have already started to understand, though you may not know how to express it. So, I’ll explain. This game tests a team’s overall coordination, unity, and execution. The Personal Guard is a team of five hundred, with everyone having their own opinions and ideas. But when executing orders, in times of crisis, not everyone can speak up. Therefore, you must possess strong coordination, quickly adjusting any discord within the team, working together to complete tasks. In these three months, I don’t have much time. So, I can’t afford to slowly hone you, but only through this game can I pick out the most promising candidates."

Mu Qingge held up three fingers, her tone firm, "In three months, I believe you will not regret today’s perseverance!"

Her words set the blood of the five hundred aflame. But they also left the hundred or so who had left early red-faced.