Saint Seiya: This Gemini is a bit of a trap.

"Is the trial of courage that difficult? The first one is just jumping off a 500-meter-high cliff. With your physique, at most you'll suffer broken bones. It's not that easy to die."

"This second task is just standing on a red-hot iron plate for ten minutes. With your physique, at most you'll get burned all over. You're not going to die so easily."

"And the third thing is just being locked in a cage and fighting with a pride of lions. With your physique, at most you'll lose a hand or a foot. It's not that easy to die."

"What a simple trial! Why did you run away?"

Albiot looked completely bewildered.

As a seasoned mentor in the fighting field, Jia Long's abilities greatly impressed him, but Jia Long's audacity infuriated him.

Why would you run away?

Faced with Albio's questioning, Jalong shook his head and remained silent, but inwardly he was unconvinced.

you still need to ask?

Because he's not mentally ill!

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person who had never killed a chicken. How could he possibly be able to jump high and court death like a Saint Seiya in just over a year?

Seeing that Jalong shook his head and remained silent, Saga quickly said:

“Teacher Albio, Galon used to be very brave, but he became like this after he was seriously injured during training more than a year ago.”

"Oh?! So it's a psychological trauma."

Upon hearing this, Albiot's expression softened considerably as he looked at Jalong.

"When I was on Fairy Island, I was best at cultivating courage in my disciples. Don't worry, Galon, I will definitely help you overcome your psychological trauma!"

Even without Saga's explanation, Albiot would have accepted Jalong anyway.

Ultimately, a fighter's worth comes from their strength. As long as one is strong enough, courage and confidence can be cultivated.

"Garon, you lack courage because you haven't experienced enough of the cruelty of life and death. If you could experience more like your teacher, you would naturally take life and death lightly."

Albiot was a responsible teacher. On the way to the training camp with Saga and Jalong, he began to provide Jalong with psychological counseling.

As they spoke, the three passed by the gladiator arena.

Two fighters dressed as guards carried out a wounded man who was barely alive. The man lying on the stretcher was covered in blood and flesh, with multiple fractures, and looked as if he had been hit and run over by a heavy truck.

"See that? This is the cruelty of the fighters. The losers can only be carried out like this. If you don't want to be carried out in the future, you must keep winning!"

Albio glanced meaningfully at Jalong and encouraged him strongly:

"If you don't want to end up like this, you have to find a way to become the winner!"

Just then, two guards carrying the wounded man passed by the three of them.

"Lord Albio, you are mistaken. The one we have brought out is the victor."

"And what about the loser?"

"They're scanning inside; they're just two eyeballs away from completing the set."

After the guard finished speaking, he carried the stretcher away.

Albiot blushed slightly and glanced awkwardly at Jalong and Saga:

"See? I wasn't wrong. This is the cruelty of a fighter!"

……

The fighter training camp is located in a large canyon far from the Twelve Palaces.

Broken pillars, ruins, and animal carcasses scattered throughout the grounds highlight the appalling conditions of this training camp.

Beside a large rock, a group of boys were gathered. When they saw Albiot approaching with Saga and Jalong, the boys all looked on with curiosity.

"Evil is resurging all over the world, and the Sanctuary is in a period of transition between the old and the new. Therefore, His Holiness the Pope attaches great importance to the training of the new generation of Saints."

This training camp, including the two of you, has a total of 88 candidate fighters selected, making it the largest in over 200 years.

"Due to the large number of participants, this training camp has been divided into three groups. I think with your performance, you can be placed in the first group..."

As they walked, Albio said, "However, the first team is already full, and there are only 12 spots in this team. So, if you want to get in, you'll have to eliminate two of them."

Jia Long asked curiously, "What's different about the first tier?"

Yarubio replied, "The training for the first group is even more rigorous! His Holiness the Pope also has higher expectations for this group!"

"Cruel? Expectations?"

Upon hearing this, Jia Long immediately shook his head: "Then I'd rather..."

However, before Jalong could finish speaking, Saga had already made the choice for him:

"Teacher Albio, we're going to choose the first team! Galon and I are confident we can defeat any competitor!"

Saga's voice was so loud that it not only made Jalong's eardrums hurt, but also attracted the attention of the other boys.

They all looked at Jalong and Saga.

As the boys turned around, a series of faces, both strange and familiar, appeared before Jia Long's eyes, causing his pupils to shrink instantly and his vision to flash with golden light.

The serene Mu.

The simple-minded Aldebaran.

The arrogant Deathmask.

The passionate Aiolia.

Milo with a mischievous grin.

Serious Ioros.

A ruthless Asura.

Cool Camus.

And Aphrodite, who is like a little girl.

How can this be considered a first-tier reserve fighter?

This is clearly a children's version of a grand gathering of the Gold Saints, isn't it?

and many more.

Aside from the two remaining passersby, why does that bald guy standing on the side look so familiar?

The bald boy was exceptionally handsome, but his expression was blank, as if he were indifferent to everything around him.

His figure seemed to blend into the heavens and the earth.

It felt less like facing a teenager and more like facing a highly accomplished Buddhist monk who was well-versed in Zen principles.

Well, at least he's a novice monk.

Seeing that Jia Long was staring at the bald boy, Arubio casually introduced him:

"His name is Shaka. He comes from the Eastern Buddhist Realm. Don't let his dull appearance fool you; in the Buddhist Realm, he's known as the reincarnation of Buddha. Hmm, when it comes to telekinesis, you might not be able to beat him."

"Shaka?!"

Chapter 3: A Sudden Rise! The Powerful Twins (Part 1)

"They are Saga and Kanon, prospective fighters from the Spartan Acropolis. From today onwards, they will join our training camp, and their goal is to reach your first tier..."

After the first group of people had gathered, Albiot briefly introduced Jalong and Saga, then went straight to the point, saying in a calm tone:

"You all know the rules, so who will be their match?"

"I come!"

As soon as Albiot finished speaking, a blond boy jumped out first.

To Jia Long's surprise, the blond boy was not one of the Little Gold Saints he had been following, but a complete stranger.

He was tall and handsome, with a narcissistic expression on his face.

"Saga, Kanon, let the most handsome man in my Sanctuary, Misty, be your opponent!"

"Both of you come at me together. I'm afraid one won't be enough. To be defeated by my incomparably handsome Misty would be the greatest honor of your lives!"

Mestia stood proudly in front of Saga and Jalong, exuding powerful confidence, as if saying, "It's an honor for you two if I can take on both of you by myself."

"You want to take on both me and Galon?!"

Saga was furious at Mesti's contempt, but in addition to his anger, he was also somewhat stunned.

After all, this is a sacred place!

It's true that he and Galon were invincible among their peers in the Spartan Acropolis, but it's hard to say in the Sanctuary. This place gathers all the young geniuses from the eighty-eight continents of the earth, and there might be someone their age who could defeat them.

For example, the Mestidy right in front of us!

"Mesti, I know you are strong, but as a candidate fighter, I, Saga, will never win by sheer numbers. Even if I am defeated by you, I will fight with the greatest courage!"

"Saga, are you begging for my mercy by saying such things?"

"No, I am expressing my determination to fight to the death."

After Saga finished speaking, he walked to the opposite side of Misty with a resolute expression. Then, his bones cracked and popped, and he crossed his arms and raised them high above his head, assuming a starting stance rarely seen in martial arts.

"Is Saga going to use that move?"

Seeing Saga's stance, Jalon, who was watching from the sidelines, was suddenly startled. He knew that Saga was about to go all out.

Saga is a rare fighting genius. During his training in Sparta, he could learn many fighting techniques after just one viewing. His greatest strength lies in combining telekinesis with physical strength to unleash explosive power far exceeding the limits of the human body.

Saga gave this fighting technique a really cringey name...

Earth-shattering Fist!

The name of the fighting skill is lame.

But its power is immense, capable of blasting several-ton boulders into dust, making it a candidate for the Galactic Explosion.

After all, none of us have awakened our inner power yet, so getting hit like that would probably kill us.

"What kind of strange stance is this?"

Other onlookers also looked on with curiosity.