They had agreed to make a flashy entrance together, so why wasn't Yu Sheng here?
For a moment, Zhao Zicheng was bewildered, but he still had to feign composure, smiling faintly and gently waving his feather fan as though he were sitting not in a wheelchair, but in a war chariot.
Facing the piercing gazes of countless freshmen, he still had to remain composed, projecting the solitude of someone who saw them as mere ants.
The pressure was too much.
Without Yu Sheng, he could barely hold on!
A bead of cold sweat trickled down Zhao Zicheng's forehead.
In a daze, he seemed to see a figure standing atop a distant wall, his aura withdrawn, making him easy to overlook.
Copying Xu Yuanqing, he gently took a step forward.
It was as though he were walking on air.
What shocked the freshmen was... he didn't fall.
After a few steps, he hovered steadily in midair.
Yu Sheng moved faster and faster, as though running through the air, until he was about two meters from Zhao Zicheng. Then he lightly tapped the air again, jumping a second time, and instantly vanished from where he had been.
While everyone was still looking up at the sky, Yu Sheng was already standing beside Zhao Zicheng.
His entrance wasn't as explosive as Zhao Zicheng's or Xu Yuanqing's.
Or rather, anyone at the Sixth Awakening could easily have done it.
But...
A freshman walking on air?
Without using an Awakening Object?
Was this... the strength of Ink Academy?
That last move, especially, sent a chill through many of them!
Just how fast was that?
Crossing two meters in an instant, too fast for the naked eye to register?
In other words, if they had been this fellow's enemy just now, they would already be... dead?