Han Mocheng, Taken as Motivation

Su Yuan and Ning Zhewang were flattered. Were the arrangements for the two of them really this grand?

"Junior brothers, during the Freshman Ranking Battle, all new students participating in the competition take priority."

"So, you may enter the Martial Combat Palace first."

The senior student closest to the entrance of the Martial Combat Palace explained kindly to Su Yuan and Ning Zhewang.

The two finally understood and entered the Martial Combat Palace amid the curious gazes of the other students.

The moment he entered, Su Yuan stepped into a vast starry sky, as though he had been placed within an endless sea of stars.

A massive platform appeared before him, its entire surface paved with pale blue Astral Power and stretching as far as the eye could see.

Countless seats were arranged in orderly rows around the platform.

At a glance, there were tens of thousands of seats packed densely together.

A light screen floated above one section of the platform to the front left, marked [Freshman Ranking Battle Registration].

Su Yuan walked toward the registration area. Since it was still early, there was no line, and he went straight to the staff member in charge.

He took out his identity card and handed it over. Three seconds later, his registration was complete, and Ning Zhewang registered afterward.

Once they were done, Su Yuan and Ning Zhewang looked around and fixed their eyes on the students' preparation seats.

More than twenty people were seated there, with plenty of vacant seats remaining.

"Brother Wang, let's go take a seat first."

Su Yuan said to Ning Zhewang.

"We came quite early. There's hardly anyone in the preparation seats."

"It's fine to sit down first."

Ning Zhewang nodded and headed toward the preparation seats with Su Yuan.

They casually picked a spot