Chen Ping was not worried about his upcoming assessment-when had anyone ever seen a student who consistently held first place in class worry about an exam?
To tell the truth, after the Freshman Competition ended, with Dai Huabin, a Soul Elder above rank thirty, standing there,
Chen Ping and Wu Feng, without Ning Tian's enhancement, really did struggle to beat him, letting him snatch first place a few times.
Dai Huabin had been incredibly pleased with himself during that period. Just as he was about to tell Chen Ping to hand over the class monitor position, he suddenly remembered that he was already Class One's monitor. Apparently, there was no need to fight for it.
But soon, after Chen Ping obtained his second soul ring, everything changed.
Although Chen Ping, who had officially entered the Soul Grandmaster realm, could put pressure on Dai Huabin, he was merely able to maintain a firm edge over Wu Feng, his physical strength reaching that of an ordinary Soul Elder.
There was still a gap between him and a Soul Elder like Dai Huabin, who came from a wealthy, prestigious family and stuffed himself with all sorts of nourishing supplements.
The problem was that, starting around that time, he watched Chen Ping's physical abilities grow stronger and stronger, his muscles becoming increasingly well-developed.
In just half a year, Chen Ping's powerful physique, like a marble sculpture, had become no different from those burly men in the Soul Tool Department who had spent years swinging hammers before completing their apprenticeships.
He could only watch Chen Ping grow stronger. No matter how much extra training he secretly did, he could not widen the gap between their physical abilities, until Chen Ping mercilessly overtook him.
If that were all, he could have let it go. The real