Lu Yuan's gaze slowly traveled across the light screen, passing over the names of the many prodigies at the front of the rankings, before quickly catching a particularly intriguing detail.
His eyes settled on the eighth-place position.
Here came the dramatic part!
The contestant ranked eighth was none other than Quila.
Lu Yuan lightly raised a brow, the corners of his lips slowly curving into a faint, teasing smile.
His own ranking was above the other man's.
He could practically picture Quila's furious, disbelieving expression right now.
"I wonder, after seeing with his own eyes that I've always had the upper hand over him—"
"How does he feel about it now?"
Lu Yuan murmured to himself inwardly, a trace of calm disdain flickering through his eyes.
The petty schemes and filthy tricks of the past had ultimately become meaningless before absolute strength.
Meanwhile.
In the depths of another tranquil, secluded valley on Giant Salt Star.
Aiselandier stood quietly atop a bluish stone, her gray hair gently stirred by the mountain breeze as it meekly draped over her shoulders.
She lifted her eyes to gaze at the rankings on the virtual light screen. Her own name stood at the very top, yet her expression remained calm and indifferent, without the slightest wild delight or pride.
To others, such terrifying points and such an overwhelming lead were an unattainable honor. Yet in her heart, they could not stir even the faintest ripple.
From beginning to end, she had never taken the rankings of this Genius Exchange Tournament to heart.
Because she possessed absolute confidence.
Only when she saw Lu Yuan's name near the bottom of the rankings, along with his seventh-place standing, did a gentle softness appear in her clear eyes.
She had long since silently planned everything that came next.
For