Pei Xuan opened and closed his mouth, not knowing what to say.
He had never expected Su Yuan to actually make it into the top hundred of Linzhou City's overall regional rankings.
Zhao Xinxuan and Wang Zheng had long since gone numb. Even as teachers, they were stunned by Su Yuan's talent.
As for the students, they stared at one another, frantically rubbing their eyes, seemingly still unable to accept what was before them.
Meanwhile, on the sixth floor of the Linzhou City Martial Arts Association, a message suddenly appeared on the computer in the vice president's office.
[Su Yuan of Class 3, Grade 12, Qianshan No. 2 High School, ranked 88th in Linzhou City's First-Realm Martial Artist Certification Examination]
Wang Shuyan glanced at the information on the computer to his right, then looked away and closed the notification.
He adjusted his glasses and scanned the list of First-Realm Martial Artist information for Linzhou City's senior students on the computer to his left.
Ranked eighty-eighth—nothing worth paying attention to.
He directly ignored the words Qianshan District No. 2 High School at the front.
It could not be helped. As the vice president of the Martial Arts Association, he had far too much to handle every day.
There were less than seven months left until the Martial Exam. He had to carefully scout talents and recruit them into the Linzhou City Martial Arts Association ahead of time.
Their president was practically a hands-off boss who dumped everything on the vice presidents.
Inside the virtual platform, Su Yuan used Thunderbolt Cleave as though it were a basic attack, strike after strike landing on the golden armored projections.
This time, he faced twenty golden armored projections at once, each with a Blood Qi Value of 120.
``` [Martial Skill: Thunderbolt