The people below the stage were all astonished. They could tell that Wei Dong had broken through to the Third Limit on the spot.
The previous battle must have given him enough stimulation to break past the limit.
Quite a few Federal students below the stage showed envious expressions. They did not dare hope to become Fighters, but becoming Third Limit Fighters was their dream.
Only upon reaching this limit could a Fighter be said to possess status and standing. They would qualify to serve as teachers at any combat academy and take important positions in various companies and government departments.
If they went to remote territories, they could also become managers at the supervisory level. Anywhere in the world, Third Limit Fighters could be considered upper-middle class.
Chen Chuan had anticipated Wei Dong's breakthrough, because Wei Dong had accumulated enough beforehand. His Mutated Tissue had reached its critical point; he had only needed one final push—a sufficiently weighty confrontation to serve as the opportunity to break through.
This battle had come at just the right time, and its intensity had been just right as well.
Seeing this, Kleiver suddenly realized that Chen Chuan had wanted to use this opportunity to let his own students try to break through. Even if they lost a match, it would not be a loss.
A complicated expression appeared on his face. He sighed. "Sir, you won." He handed over the card.
Chen Chuan took it and said very sincerely, "Thank you. I wonder if Mr. Kleiver wishes to continue?"
To be honest, he had truly not expected merely watching these two exchanges to bring such gains. The teachers and students of Star Academy were truly too hospitable.
Kleiver's lips moved. He silently turned away. Though there were still sparring exchanges to come, he