At that moment, in a lounge for Core Students in Sun Moon City, Dao Bailan and the other Core Students who had bet against Qiu Xue gathered in groups. The atmosphere in the lounge was tense.
"This won't do. If things keep going like this, that kid might actually win the championship." One Core Student looked grave. He had been taking things lightly before, but now he was taking the matter seriously—and even felt as though they were about to lose.
"His strength, speed, true energy, and even his comprehension of martial techniques are all at the peak of the Martial Master Realm." A bald Core Student gritted his teeth. "Who would've thought he was only at the Seventh Heaven of Martial Master Realm? It's unimaginable how terrifying he'd be if he reached the Ninth Heaven."
After watching several fights, they could all see that Xia Ping had a genuine chance of winning the championship. Even ordinary experts at the Ninth Heaven of Martial Master Realm couldn't withstand one of his punches.
His fist techniques were already at the pinnacle, reaching a state of mastery where the ordinary became extraordinary. Every move had the power to turn decay into something miraculous. It was the bearing of a grandmaster.
"No wonder Qiu Xue dared to bet against us. She wouldn't have made a bet without being sure of herself." One Core Student clenched his fists, deeply unwilling to accept it. If they lost this time, not only would they fail to get the Infinite Dragon Sun Pill, they would also lose a thousand-year-old spirit herb of their own. It was like having a piece of their flesh cut away.
"Xia Ping is certainly impressive, but saying he can win the championship is giving him far too much credit." Another Core Student