He passed!
Qin Shaofeng had finally cleared the seventh level!
But by now, many competitors had already made it through the seventh level.
Seven-star martial skills were certainly difficult, but for the exceptionally perceptive geniuses who could appear in this All-around Competition, even if they weren't as monstrous as Young Master Ling, a year or more was enough to master one of the seven-star martial skills in the seventh level.
For ordinary people, mastering a seven-star martial skill—even just learning it successfully, without becoming proficient enough to use it with ease—could take several years, or even more than a decade.
For plenty of people, taking a hundred years or more wouldn't even be unusual.
That was the difference between a genius and an ordinary person!
Perhaps because Qin Shaofeng had spent too long in the seventh level—four times longer than Young Master Ling—when he entered the eighth level, quite a few people noticed him, but only in passing. Hardly anyone paid him much attention.
After all, in many people's eyes, based on Qin Shaofeng's performance since the second event began, he probably wouldn't take first place in the first event.
It was true that Qin Shaofeng's comprehension was excellent. But while it might give him an overwhelming advantage when creating cultivation methods, that didn't mean it would give him the same edge in comprehending martial skills and cultivation methods.
Besides, many people believed his circumstances had something to do with it. By now, plenty of people knew Qin Shaofeng was only in his twenties and couldn't compare with the young prodigies of this generation in the Ancient Saint Domain.
After all, among the young prodigies of the Ancient Saint Domain, which of them—Young Master Ling and the others included—hadn't been born fifty or sixty years ago?
And they'd spent all