"What's... going on?"
"What can someone's floor or rank really tell you? You probably don't know this, but although Spirit Cat is still on the first floor and mainly takes first-level missions, she can complete any mission from the bottom three floors that catches her eye!"
"Holy crap."
"Then why hasn't she moved up a floor?"
"She's compressing her cultivation realm, idiot!"
"The Dan Origin Realm... can even that be compressed? Isn't that already at the Golden Core level? How can she compress it any further?"
"Idiot, how could a genius be the same as you..."
"Boo-hoo... I was once hailed as a genius too..."
"Disgusting! Get lost!"
"All you can say is that even geniuses have different tiers. A genius like you comes along every three or five years, while Spirit Cat is a peerless genius who comes along once in a thousand, or even ten thousand years!"
Also in Upper Capital stood Cloud High Martial, which Zuo Xiaoduo had once had his sights on.
Long Yusheng stood tall and elegant in the New Student Arena, with sword-like brows, star-bright eyes, and a straight, proud bearing. Perfectly at ease, he said, "Next!"
A few minutes later, Long Yusheng again said indifferently, "Next!"
His face remained as calm as drifting clouds and a light breeze, untroubled by anything, yet there was a trace of weariness, and... impatience.
Weak!
This year's new students were simply too weak!
Among my brothers, I'm already considered useless, yet I can actually stand out at Cloud High Martial and become one of its three strongest students... Ah, fate really does make fools of people!
Seriously...
The other arenas each had their own champions too, and everyone was free to challenge them.
Only after they had successfully defended their arenas would the champions face one