"Special Training Class?"
Fang Qingyu answered the phone and was stunned when he heard that.
"Yes. If the Elite Class is the cradle that cultivates martial artists, then the Special Training Class is a hall where top talents gather."
"Not just innate martial seeds like you. Nearly all the Divine Cultists in Qingjian City who are around your age will be going."
Lin Kang's words stirred a trace of excitement in Fang Qingyu.
To be honest, ever since he had started practicing martial arts,
he had hardly ever felt any pressure from people his own age.
He had always treated the supernatural as his goal.
Step by step, he had climbed upward.
Later, after the appearance of the Fate Ghosts and Divine Cultists,
he had finally felt a little pressure.
But now that he had stepped halfway across the threshold of the supernatural realm and defeated a Divine Cultist of the same level,
it had become even harder to find anyone his age who could make him feel pressured.
And now, there was such a platform.
It would allow him to spar with the top talents among his peers.
Fang Qingyu could not have asked for more.
He immediately agreed.
"Alright. Someone will pick you up tomorrow morning. Pack your luggage and weapons tonight, then come report tomorrow."
Lin Kang was not surprised in the slightest that Fang Qingyu had agreed.
If he had not understood him during their first contact,
after watching these battles,
he had already figured him out completely.
Deep down, Fang Qingyu was someone who had never accepted defeat.
Add to that his calm, battle-crazed personality.
Many of his seemingly reckless choices on the edge of life and death had often turned out to be the key to breaking through a deadlock.
"I guarantee you'll fall