She paused briefly, swept her gaze over the anticipation in their eyes, and gave a soft chuckle before speaking with a hint of indifference:
"As for you? Forgive my bluntness, but you essentially have no chance of joining the Seven in this lifetime. Once you finish all your training, you'll only be at the level of grade-one or grade-two heroes."
As she spoke, her gaze settled on Sean, and she added with a slight nod:
"Sean's sonic abilities show decent promise. His potential is better than the rest of yours, and he may have a chance of reaching grade three in the future."
That single word of approval made Sean straighten his back at once, sitting upright and unconsciously puffing out his chest.
Of the five signed heroes, he was the only one whose talent the supervisor had recognized as the best.
That special recognition filled him with wild delight. He felt as though he were floating, his confidence instantly soaring, as if he already stood above everyone else and was only one step away from becoming a grade-five hero.
Beside him, however, Anqi frowned deeply, her heart full of defiance and resentment.
She possessed the dual abilities of flight and corrosive acid, giving her both offensive and defensive capabilities with immense practical value. She had never considered her talent inferior to Sean's sonic abilities.
But years of scraping by at the bottom and working in dance halls had taught her social finesse and composure. She did not argue or defend herself in front of everyone, merely suppressing her frustration and asking the central question.
"Can our abilities really only qualify us as grade-one or grade-two heroes? What exactly are hero grades based on?"
Roland concealed nothing, explaining the rules in detail:
"A hero's grade is determined by the grade