Though the voice was not loud, it rang out with exceptional clarity, echoing throughout the banquet hall.
Then a black-haired man stepped out from the crowd and walked through the air. His face was stern, his gaze imperious. Two guns hung at his waist, while one hand carried a long iron case.
The guns at his waist were not slender Long Spears, but firearms with triggers that could shoot bullets. Mortals liked to call such weapons muskets, while the ones used by martial gods were naturally more advanced, known as God Guns.
Everyone immediately recognized him. He was undoubtedly a famous figure at Aurora Academy.
He had a pleasant-sounding name—Mo Changye.
"Look, Mo Changye is stepping up."
"He was the top candidate from the previous class, while Fan Lang is the top candidate from this class. It would be quite interesting if the two of them fought."
"It has been many years since the last admissions assessment. Mo Changye has already become a Middle God, so the gap between their realms is rather large."
"Yes, the gap really is huge. Fan Lang might not dare accept the challenge."
"Previously, each of the two god kingdoms sent out one person. If this fight happens, it will be internal strife among our own people from the Aurora God Kingdom."
Everyone's attention focused on Mo Changye.
Mo Changye walked through the air to the vicinity of the arena and looked up at Fan Lang. Both were outstanding talents of Aurora Academy, separated by one generation. It truly felt like the back waves pushing the front waves.
"Fan Lang, you have won two consecutive battles and spoken arrogantly, but you do have reason to be arrogant. You have piqued my interest. Your strength cannot be measured by realm alone, so this cannot be considered