Crash!
Some of the people in front turned around, looking back with anger on their faces.
"What's going on?"
"Who are you?"
"What are you shouting for?"
"A Great Figure?"
"The Great Figures arrived long ago. The ones coming now are all little nobodies!"
That person loudly argued, "Weren't you waiting for Chu Qing?"
"This Great Figure is Chu Qing."
"Make way, Chu Qing is here!"
"This country bumpkin is here to seize a Martial Academy spot!"
"Everyone, make way!"
Chu Qing?
A country bumpkin?
Seizing a Martial Academy spot?
The moment those words came out, everyone grew curious. "Is that true?"
They all turned to look at Chu Qing.
Chu Qing smiled and walked straight ahead.
The people in front parted to the left and right.
Whether they were servants of top aristocratic families or followers—
After learning that Chu Qing had arrived, everyone instinctively moved aside.
Deep down, they all wanted to see:
Could a countryman, a mud-legged peasant, someone whom the Imperial Capital Martial Academy and every top aristocratic family in the Imperial Capital had specifically made rules to target, truly set foot in the Martial Academy?
If he could enter the Martial Academy—
Then they would have a chance too.
If he could not enter... then... the Imperial Capital Martial Academy would probably truly cut off the future of all ordinary people forever.
Crash!
The crowd parted to either side.
Those who had entered the Martial Academy, as well as those who had been eliminated by it, all saw him.
At that moment:
The old man from the Martial Academy's pupils contracted.
He sped up his calling of names, checking Recommendation Letters, and arranging matches.
Seven spots...
Six spots...
Five spots...
The old man moved faster and faster.
But Chu Qing remained unhurried.
When he was