On the other side of the examination hall.
As milky-white sweat continuously seeped from Yu Xinghan's body and was evaporated by waves of heat rising from within him, layer upon layer of white marks remained on his skin.
During this process, Yu Xinghan gradually began to feel discomfort spreading through his body.
He knew that this state of incomplete digestion could not be sustained for long.
If he kept forcing himself, the burden on his digestive system would grow heavier and heavier, eventually damaging it in turn.
But seeing that he still could not widen the gap between himself and Zhang Yu, Yu Xinghan gritted his teeth and continued swallowing and digesting like mad, maintaining his rank.
"Damn body, pull yourself together!"
He fiercely slapped his stomach, a stubborn refusal to admit defeat surging in his heart.
"I'm a Golden Core Disciple. I'm the Direct Disciple chosen by Spark True Person. How can I lose to Zhang Yu..."
Although he usually chatted and laughed with many students, his identity as a Golden Core Disciple had always given Yu Xinghan a trace of pride, reminding him that he was ultimately different from the other students.
Especially when facing Zhang Yu, the candidate disciple he had eliminated back then, it was impossible to say that he felt no sense of superiority at all.
It was merely that he had hidden that superiority very well—especially whenever Zhang Yu paid him.
But at this moment, when Yu Xinghan gave his all in this examination and discovered that he still could not shake Zhang Yu off, that sense of superiority transformed into threads of irritation.
"How can I lose to him?"
"I received the training of a Golden Core True Person, and I even spent so much money learning techniques from Zhang Yu..."
"How can