Yu Moyan said regretfully, "High? With Li Chenglong's eye, experience, and knowledge, if he joined my team in the future... or any team, he could play a tremendous role and earn far more. Staying at the academy means nothing but a fixed salary, eating his fill and waiting to die."
Long Yusheng also expressed his regret. "Staying at school really would be a waste."
Zuo Xiaoduo: "..."
That afternoon's ranking matches went ahead as scheduled, and the final results once again left Qin Fangyang utterly astonished!
There was no other reason: Zuo Xiaoduo's rate of improvement had far exceeded his estimates, even his understanding!
Only a single day and night had passed, yet Zuo Xiaoduo had once again advanced by leaps and bounds, as though he had been reborn.
Just yesterday, he had barely finished tempering his right leg, and even that had been somewhat incomplete. But today, not only was his right leg fully tempered, most of his left leg had been tempered as well!
More importantly, the footwork, palm techniques, and kicking techniques he used in battle...
"Next!"
In the arena, Zuo Xiaoduo's voice rang out again, so smug and so deserving of a beating.
The brat had fought three consecutive matches and won them all, battling his way up to twenty-seventh place!
And he was still climbing!
What was more, judging by the look of him, he still had strength to spare and more left in the tank.
The way he had swept up through the ranks over these two days like a force crushing rotten wood, along with his soaring cultivation speed, had filled every student ahead of him in Class Nine with a deep sense of crisis.
Was this guy taking drugs or something?
Long Yusheng finished his fight with two black eyes and