The lingering shock waves slowly dissipated across the training ground. Situ Ming and Chris steadied their surging internal energies, and the way they looked at Lin Sheng changed completely.
They had lived for over a thousand years and seen countless talented juniors, yet never had they seen anyone in the Martial Corrosion Realm firmly overpower two demigods working together.
Moreover, he had become Xia Leisheng's disciple and cleared himself of suspicion of being an extraterrestrial being at the Judgment Court. With his standing, lineage, and talent all secured, he had almost a ninety percent chance of reaching Wasteland Martial.
Although the demigods of the Sun Radiance Alliance were formidable, they were hardly few in number-there were at least two hundred. Yet its Wasteland Martial experts numbered no more than ten, and that included those belonging to the cults within Alliance territory. Otherwise, there would have been several fewer.
Given the Alliance's population, talented individuals were as numerous as the stars, but those with any real hope of reaching Wasteland Martial could be counted on one's fingers. Even a thousand years might not produce a single new Wasteland Martial expert.
One could imagine the weight carried by a being at Wasteland Martial Rank.
They had already gotten off on the wrong foot during the battle at the Starport. Situ Ming and Chris exchanged a glance, and whatever lingering resentment they harbored wisely vanished like smoke, replaced by deep wariness and a desire to befriend him.
Someone like him was no longer theirs to offend. Befriending him could become an enormous opportunity in the future.
Situ Ming withdrew the metal divine astral force surrounding him. The trace of anger on his face faded entirely, replaced by a friendly smile as he cupped his hands.
"Young friend Lin, your strength has advanced at