The spotlight locked onto Su Ping onstage.
He wore casual clothes and had not even changed into formal attire. Yet his young, handsome face seemed out of place at this ceremony, where most of the breeders were over forty.
Even with countless eyes upon him, his expression remained tranquil, even a little bored.
This stage, the highest sanctum for countless breeders, seemed to him no more noteworthy than running for class representative onstage at an elementary beast-taming academy.
Of course, to many people, Su Ping's behavior was proof that he had given up trying.
But regardless, Su Ping had taken the stage.
At this moment, never mind all the viewers in front of their televisions-even the countless breeders present had to ask themselves honestly: if they traded places with this young man in his early twenties onstage, could they withstand such immense pressure?
Clearly, the vast majority could not.
Precisely because of this, even some breeders from opposing camps could not help feeling a little admiration when they saw that figure onstage.
This young man truly deserved to be called a genius, having developed a Hall-level Super-Rank Skill through his own abilities in his twenties.
But precisely because of this, they also wanted to see what Su Ping intended to do now that he had taken the stage.
Su Ping glanced at the lights flashing throughout the venue, the cameras aimed at him from every direction, the host standing calmly to one side, the many Organizing Committee seats onstage, and the three grandmasters in the most prominent position.
Among the nominees below the stage, he saw the hope in most of the Dragon Nation delegation, Elder Feng's smile and encouragement, the smile within old Mrs. Connor's composure, and the coldness beneath Charles's indifference.
He also saw the silence of those