The instrument's doors opened.
Li Changqing slowly rose to his feet and stepped out of the machine.
Click, click, click—
In an instant, countless camera flashes surrounded him.
"Stop taking pictures! Stop taking pictures!" Kang Tianchen was furious. He hurriedly charged before the crowd of reporters, waving his arms as he roared.
"No more pictures! Get out, all of you!"
He even drew upon the vitality within him. His thunderous roar echoed endlessly through the hall.
But those vulture-like media reporters would never let such a prime opportunity slip away.
Whether Li Changqing's test results were good or bad, it was excellent material for them.
If they were good, then the genius had lived up to his name, continuing his legend with limitless prospects ahead.
If they were bad, then the spectacle would be enormous—especially now, with Li Changqing.
A young man destined to become a Grandmaster, whose martial talent could only be called monstrous, was actually a Psionic Incapable.
Having no qualification to contain Psionic Energy meant that the end of Li Changqing's road in this lifetime would be no more than a Mid-Rank Martial Artist.
No matter how exceptional one's martial talent was, what did it matter? Once the ceiling was set in stone, one's future was finished as well.
The ultimate goal of every Martial Artist was to undergo Psionic Ascension and become a Psionic User, preparing for battle against the alien fleet that might arrive at any moment in the future.
"Get lost!"
A fierce storm of Psionic Energy erupted around Hou Chengtian, instantly destroying every camera in the reporters' hands.
The Psionic Energy storm instantly destroyed the information stored within them as well.
The aura of a High-Rank Martial Artist finally brought those ghoul-like media reporters back to their senses.
One after another, they tucked