"Wow!"
"This is Moon Raccoon Youlan's new high."
"She even surpassed Sifang Zhenyu. She shot straight to third in the youngest age bracket, second only to Lan Zheyang and Moyu Yunting!"
Ten years ago, Moon Raccoon Youlan had fallen out of the top hundred, but now she rebounded fiercely, charging straight into the top fifty—two places higher than Li Tianming's previous result. Clearly, she had made some small breakthroughs during this time.
At last, Moon Raccoon Youlan had held her head high and returned to the pinnacle of her life!
"Forty-eighth?"
Li Tianming also heard the cheers from over there. Although Moon Raccoon Youlan looked smug and begging for a punch, Li Tianming had gained plenty in the Four Symbols Primordial Chaos Army and did not think much of such an achievement.
"If I had come to take this assessment after training ended, I probably could have made the top ten?"
Of course, that was only a hypothetical, because Li Tianming no longer had that chance.
"Right."
Just then, Moon Raccoon Lian's smile vanished. She said, "In this assessment, your two friends were probably humiliated by Youlan. After coming out, they were in rather poor mental condition and had some injuries, though not severe enough to be beaten into Astral God Origin."
Li Tianming had been focused on collecting his money and truly had not thought in that direction. Hearing this news suddenly, he hurriedly looked into the crowd.
He saw Mo Li and Chunyuantai, their faces dim and pale, their eyes vacant and listless, their bodies covered in wounds. When Li Tianming met their gazes, their eyes reddened, and they gave him a bitter smile.
That miserable sight immediately made Li Tianming's expression tighten.
"I asked around just now. She apparently made them kneel and slap themselves. It should