At nine in the morning, the Freshman Cup began as scheduled.
Before the first arena champion could be selected, Lin Shuguang walked straight up onto the platform, drawing attention from all sides.
"What's Lin doing?"
Pang Hu looked at Xu Feng and Fang Yuan, who were just as bewildered.
Meng Shenzhou and Chu Xiongtian, however, exchanged a glance.
"Old Lin's about to pull out his big move..."
"I'd guessed he might, but I never thought he'd actually dare to do it."
Just as everyone was guessing what he intended to do...
Lin Shuguang surveyed the crowd. "I'm taking the Rookie King title."
"On what grounds?" Someone was bound to object. He leaped onto the platform and, apparently hot-tempered himself, launched into a tirade at Lin Shuguang. "I really don't know where you get your confidence. You think you can claim the Rookie King title just by saying so? Who do you think you are, Gu Yingxiong?"
Lin Shuguang looked at him without wasting any words, merely asking calmly, "Are you ready?"
The young man froze. Lin Shuguang was completely disregarding him. Humiliation turned to rage, and a spear appeared in his hand as he charged viciously.
Everyone's eyes lit up at the sight of him attacking.
Unlike the freshmen who could not understand Lin Shuguang's confidence, the Martial Artist freshmen who had attended the Training Class were more concerned with his strength.
They had not seen him for days. Had Great Demon Lin's cultivation stagnated...?
Just as they were wondering, a figure shot backward off the platform like a cannonball.
An uproar erupted below the platform. Both the competitors and the spectators could not help crying out in surprise.
No one had even seen how Lin Shuguang attacked. He stood where he was as though he had never moved, while