Li Jiandao's appearance had knocked Wan Jiangui straight out of first place.
The Demon Martial section erupted in cheers.
As for Wan Jiangui, his expression was frighteningly dark, his fists clenched tight.
I lost again!
The high score of 180 occupied the top of the rankings, and no one had managed to surpass it.
Not just those from other schools-even Demon Martial's own students felt powerless before Li Jiandao's high score.
"A hundred and eighty points is too high!"
"First place is probably going to Li Jiandao!"
The various Heavenly Prides and the Martial Dao experts on the raised platform all deeply agreed.
Somewhere in the stands, Zheng Sila suddenly said, "Here he comes."
"What's coming?" his companion asked in confusion.
Zheng Sila did not explain. His eyes remained fixed on a figure who was getting up.
His companion understood then. "Oh, him. Why are you still so hung up on him, Old Zheng? That guy will get sixty-something points at most. Didn't you see Tang Hong walk off with a dark face after scoring sixty just now?"
"You don't understand." Zheng Sila shook his head. He could not put that heart-pounding feeling into words, but instinct made him look forward to it.
After hearing his examination number, Lin Shuguang walked down from the stands.
Quite a few people turned to look.
It was hardly surprising that those from other schools did not know him. After all, Lin Shuguang had only started his first year this year and had never competed in national tournaments like Heavenly Prides such as Li Jiandao, so practically no one had heard of him.
Quite a few people from Demon Martial, however, looked over with interest.
These true Heavenly Prides were rather curious about Lin Shuguang. That curiosity was not an acknowledgment of his strength.