"Forty-two!"
"How could Obsidian Martial Arts Hall rank so high?"
At the Green Sparrow Gang's stronghold, Varrod stared in astonishment at the latest information displayed on his Smart Watch. Yet no matter how many times he looked, Obsidian Martial Arts Hall remained in forty-second place.
"Gang Leader, could the Martial Artist Association have made a mistake?" Fischer, who was attending the meeting with him, could not help widening her eyes.
Their Green Sparrow Gang had more than a thousand members and had been considered by many to have a chance of entering the top thirty, yet their final ranking was only thirty-ninth.
As for the White Feather Gang, which had previously been thought capable of competing for the top ten, despite losing two Quasi-Martial Artists, it had somehow recruited quite a few experts from the Feather Race. At this point, it already had five Quasi-Martial Artists, yet it was only ranked seventeenth.
The strongest person Obsidian Martial Arts Hall had displayed was merely a Peak Apprentice, and it had even lost two Advanced Apprentices in the previous battle. It was difficult to imagine that Obsidian Martial Arts Hall could rank among the top fifty.
"The ranking cannot be wrong. This information was released by the Martial Artist Association." Varrod shook his head and swept his gaze over the upper echelons seated around the conference table. "Right now, the Green Sparrow Gang's priorities are the Association's assigned tasks, the development of Crimson Moon Mountain, and trade with the various companies in the suburbs. Most importantly, we need to recruit more members as quickly as possible and strengthen the gang. Entering the top fifty this time merely earned us a ticket into the suburbs. Whether we can establish ourselves there in the future will depend on our own abilities."
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