Lin Zhen's victory gave the Ground Race a much-needed boost.
This Dark Horse that had charged all the way through gave people far too many surprises.
Qiong Jing, ranked first, clapped his hands and sighed. "This young man is extraordinary."
Ye Xingcai, ranked second, glanced at Qiong Jing. "How does he compare to you back then?"
Qiong Jing pondered briefly before saying firmly, "I've always believed that I was second to none in the martial path. But to be honest, when I was at the God Realm Peak, I could only barely survive against lower-ranked Hall of Fame King-sealing experts. Against those in the top thirty or forty, I could only flee in panic. Compared to Lin Zhen..."
Qiong Jing gave a bitter smile and did not reach a conclusion. He merely sighed. "Each generation produces its own talents. For the first time, I feel that I'm getting old."
Ye Xingcai nodded as well. "Indeed. Lin Zhen's talent is genuinely terrifying. If someone had told me that a God Realm Peak Martial Artist could break into the top ten of the Hall of Fame without me seeing it myself, I wouldn't have believed it even if you beat me to death."
He Ying, ranked third, agreed. "Exactly. Below the Gods, it has always been the domain of God Stones and demigods. Perhaps in all of history, no God Realm Martial Artist has ever reached Lin Zhen's level. I truly don't know how he cultivates."
An Luoqi, ranked fourth, said, "But I think Lin Zhen has gone as far as he can. Once the tenth round ends and the finals begin, he may be the first to be eliminated."
The others neither agreed nor disagreed. In their eyes, Lin Zhen making it into the top ten was already a miracle.
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