First Place in the First Round!
In the Federation invited commentary section, a senior commentator adjusted his glasses and began his analysis in a deep voice.
"Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see, theoretical knowledge has always been a weakness for Martial Artist rely on arduous training. Although Chen Fan's combat strength is astonishing, his growth trajectory is too... barbaric."
"Look at other top Prodigies, Xiao Wuming from the Heavenly Dragon Star System and Luo Shenyue from the Andromeda Star System, their scores have already started to soar! This is true talent!"
The director immediately switched the camera angles.
In one corner of the screen, Xiao Wuming of the Heavenly Dragon Star System sat on his throne, his expression focused. His slender fingers moved so fast on the Light Screen that they almost left afterimages, and the score soared at a dazzling speed.
In another corner, Luo Shenyue of the Andromeda Star System closed her eyes and concentrated. Countless questions automatically decomposed in the Void in front of her, and the answers appeared on their own like Stream of Light. Her score was also rising rapidly.
Lei Pojun, representing the Qilin Constellation, was frowning and scratching his head, clearly struggling with these word games, but his score was slowly but steadily increasing.
The stark contrast gripped the hearts of countless viewers who supported Chen Fan.
Those who were already jealous or hostile towards Chen Fan began to gloat.
"Haha, I knew it! He's just a brute; now his true colors are showing!"
"Get a zero on the test, and make history!"
Under the watchful eyes of countless people, some worried, some mocking, and some gloating, Chen Fan finally made a move.
He seemed to find standing there a bit boring, so he lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at the first question that appeared in front of him.
It was a complex essay question about the evolution of the Human Race's "Sun True Scripture" cultivation method, involving 371 branches and schools, with the question itself being over a thousand words long.
A playful smile appeared on Chen Fan's lips.
He didn't even make a move to think.
He simply extended his right index finger casually and gently tapped it into the Void.
"Beep! +10 points!"
A crisp notification sound echoed throughout the live stream room.
[Chen Fan: 10 points]
The score instantly changed from zero to ten.
Before anyone could react...
The second and third questions appeared one after another.
One of them is an analysis of the energy particle structure of the Shadow Demon Race's innate ability, Shadow Stealth.
One task is to calculate the optimal deployment angle of the stabilizing anchor when encountering Spatial Turbulence during warp drive.
Chen Fan didn't even glance at it.
His fingers, as if playing an invisible piano, tapped out points in the air at will.
Dude.
Dude.
Dude.
"Beep! +10 points!"
"Beep! +10 points!"
"Beep! +10 points!"
His score began to rise steadily at a breathtakingly stable pace.
One second, ten minutes.
Not too much, not too little.
It was as if he wasn't answering questions that would give even doctoral advisors a real headache, but rather playing a simple rhythm game where all the answers were already known.
The barrage of comments that filled the entire live stream vanished mysteriously at that moment.
All the top Prodigies who were rapidly increasing their scores seemed to have noticed something, and their movements slowed down for a moment in unison.
The entire Star Network, with trillions of viewers, fell into a deathly silence at the same time.
They just stared blankly at the child's figure in the center of the screen, steadily reaping points with an unchanging rhythm, their minds completely blank.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
On the Star Network, countless beings in the four Star Systems felt as if their breaths were being choked by an invisible hand, their eyes fixed on the figure in the center of the live broadcast screen who raised and lowered his hand at a constant frequency.
Dude.
"Beep! +10 points!"
Dude.
"Beep! +10 points!"
One second, no more, no less.
One finger's width, no more, no less.
Perfectly, exactly ten.
Chen Fan's movements were devoid of any worldly flair, lacking the electric sparks dancing at Xiao Wuming's fingertips, and the profound mysteries of Luo Shenyue's divine thoughts flowing through her.
"No... that's not right!"
On the throne in the Heavenly Dragon Star System, Xiao Wuming lost his composure for the first time.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the score following Chen Fan's name on the leaderboard, like a cold, unchanging timer, ticking upwards at an unchanging rate.
While his scores continued to soar, they inevitably began to fluctuate.
A moment too fast, a moment too slow—both are signs of a disturbed mind.
Proud as he was, he tried to overtake the straight line at an even faster speed, his fingertips leaving a trail of afterimages on the Light Screen.
[WARNING: Logical paradox, incorrect answer, 0 points for this question!]
A blinding red warning suddenly exploded on the Light Screen in front of him.
Xiao Wuming's fingers froze in mid-air.
His pride and the profound knowledge he had accumulated over decades, which allowed him to look down on all the Prodigies of his generation, now seemed like a joke.
"That's impossible!"
On the Federation panel of invited commentators, the senior commentator who had just been pontificating on the theory of shortcomings was now deathly pale, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.
His lips trembled as he tried to find a reasonable explanation for this illogical scene before him.
"Cheating? No! The Federation College Entrance Examination system is monitored by the Heavenly Dao Mainframe; there is absolutely no way it could be hacked!"
"Is it... a system glitch? Did they push the easiest question to Chen Fan? That's impossible! All candidates' question banks are randomly generated in real time, and the difficulty is absolutely equal!"
All his professional knowledge and logical analysis were crushed in the face of Chen Fan's steadily rising score.
In the end, this renowned commentator, who had enjoyed a stellar reputation in the Star Network commentary world for centuries, could only take off his glasses, slump in his chair, and mutter to himself repeatedly.
"This is insane... This doesn't make sense... What kind of monster is he...?"
In the deathly silence and speechlessness of the entire universe, time flows slowly.
While countless candidates were still struggling in the vast sea of questions, and while Xiao Wuming and others were still striving for a perfect score,
On the Light Screen in front of Chen Fan, the cold number finally reached its end.
[Chen Fan: 100 points]
Full marks.
His fingers, which moved with the precision of a metronome, finally stopped. He remained in his usual relaxed posture, hands in his pockets, as if he had just finished a boring after-dinner pastime.
The next second.
The emotionless system notification echoed through the Star Network, reaching every corner of the Human Federation and the ears of every living being.
[Candidate Chen Fan has completed the First Tier of the assessment.]
[Time taken: 2 minutes and 40 seconds.]
[Score: 100.]
[Accuracy rate: 100%]
[Overall Rating: Ranked First!]
Dead silence.
After three seconds of absolute silence, there was a complete upheaval, like a volcanic eruption!
"Holy crap! Chen Shen!!"
"He's got both literary and martial skills! This is a truly perfect man! Which bastard called Chen Fan a brute before? Step forward, you son of a bitch!"
"My mom asked me why I was kneeling while watching the live stream, and I said I was paying homage to a miracle!"
"From this day forward, Chen Fan is my only faith! God Chen, YYDS!"