Zhao Longfei was genuinely terrified. He couldn't even perform at his normal level. It was already the fifth day of the Combat Assessment, and he had only a little over a thousand points.
For a Ninth Stage Martial Disciple, that score could only be called mediocre.
Forget Huaxia's three top-tier universities and its ten prestigious schools. Even getting into one of the thirty-six Key Martial Arts Universities was uncertain.
It wasn't that he lacked strength. Ever since entering the assessment's Hunting Ground, Zhao Longfei had been unable to settle his mind.
He kept checking the Top Hundred on his scoring device, his attention fixed on the name that filled him with dread.
For the first half of the day, things had been all right. That name had only barely made the list, and wasn't worth worrying about.
But after nightfall on the first day, Zhao Longfei's nightmare began.
It was as if he'd returned to the Mock Exam, when that name had shot to the top of the rankings in a single night—and never come down.
But this wasn't the Mock Exam in Guanyun City. This was the College Entrance Exam, with three hundred thousand students from across the province gathered together and tens of millions of people watching.
How could an orphaned poor kid who'd once been utterly ordinary take the top spot in an exam packed with geniuses—and swagger his way through it all the way to now?
No matter how unwilling he was to accept it, he'd watched that person's score soar, passing one milestone after another: ten thousand, a hundred thousand, five hundred thousand, and finally over a million.
Zhao Longfei felt his heart grow heavier and heavier, a suffocating pressure bearing down on him.
He couldn't help remembering what his father had told him some