Shen Ye merely stood still, watching silently.
Just as the "Mastermind" entry described, it would continuously generate prefixes for All Things, until they perfectly aligned with the object's traits.
So.
This process of prefix generation was essentially probing the traits of the Cloud Shadow Blade.
All that was needed was to wait quietly.
The grand doors ahead creaked open.
"You're up next. The fighter from the Wild Monsters faction is already on the stage, ready for combat."
"Alright."
Shen Ye stared at the wide combat arena.
—— Bloodstains smeared the stage, uncleaned, with only the corpse of the last human Professional taken away on a stretcher.
The seats surrounding the arena were packed full.
Yet the atmosphere was dead silent.
Only the Serpent Demon stood tall, its eyes fixed firmly on Shen Ye.
Its jaws held something tightly.
—— Likely the dismembered limb of the prior Professional.
