Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Wennan hurried back to Zhao City, and naturally learned that Qin Sheng had ranked tenth on the Human Ranking.
Looking at Qin Sheng, Zhang Wennan's expression shifted. In the end, he cupped his fists and said:
"Martial Uncle Qin."
His father was of the same generation as Su Wuming. Before, he had not known, but now that he knew Qin Sheng was the junior brother of the Heavenly Sword Beyond the Skies, there was no way he could continue calling him junior brother.
Zhang Wennan was utterly bewildered. How had a thirteen-year-old boy become his senior after just a few days apart?
No wonder I couldn't beat him.
Qin Sheng smiled and waved a hand. "Brother Zhang, there's no need for this. We hit it off at first sight; let's each address the other as we see fit."
"Little Martial Uncle, you're already tenth on the Human Ranking. That was so fast." Jiang Zhiwei was thrilled.
Previously, Sword-Washing Pavilion had seemingly had all its fortune drained away by Su Wuming. In the ten years after he rose to first on the Earth Ranking, that grand power on the level of the Six Sword-Wielding Sects had never again produced a genius ranked in the top ten of the Human Ranking.
Normally, Sword-Washing Pavilion would have to wait until Jiang Zhiwei surpassed her predecessors before it could shine again.
However, this was common. There were thirty or forty top powers in the Real World, and with the independent martial artists of the jianghu included, there would always be disciples or descendants from some sect or noble family who performed relatively poorly during a certain period and missed out on the top ten.
Forget the top ten—the Human Ranking only had fifty spots in total. Even competition for the