When Zhou Feng's talent appeared, the crowd fell briefly silent, then broke into whispers.
"A growth-type talent!"
"Why does his talent seem a little like the Poison Venerable's?"
"Please, how could he compare to the Poison Venerable? His Lordship deals true damage, and continuous damage at that. This guy just gains a point of attack power."
"Exactly. That talent might have been decent in the past, but what good is it now? Where would he find that many monsters to kill?"
"True. There aren't any monsters around anymore unless he goes to the Outer Battlefield. But with his strength, he'd be wiped out the moment he got close."
"Maybe he could kill chickens."
"Read it carefully. The monsters can't be lower than his own level. Do you think his level is lower than a chicken's?"
"Haha, now that's interesting. A decent talent, but he was born in the wrong era."
On the stage, the principal frowned as well. That talent might have shone brightly in the past, but now...
Unless some powerful expert was willing to take him to the Outer Battlefield and beat the otherworldly monsters down to a sliver of health so he could finish them off.
But even the weakest monsters in the Outer Battlefield were level 50 or higher, with strength at least at the diamond realm. Even if they were crippled for him, he wouldn't be able to hurt them. He would also need a set of diamond-grade equipment or better.
Yet equipment above diamond grade cost a terrifying amount these days. Who would be willing to spend that much to nurture an outsider?
Crippling a monster for him was far harder than simply killing it. Leaving a sliver of health required carefully calculating the damage. Leave too much, and he would have to attack