"Thank you."
Yu Sheng thanked him politely, put away the Dragon-Patterned Staff, and slowly walked away.
Just as when he had stepped onto the stage, there was no pride or air of confidence about him. He was low-key and unassuming.
Even this was the same...
When he arrived, the entire venue was silent.
When he left, the entire venue was silent.
Alloy...
It was considered an extremely hard material at present.
Even with all his strength, Han Jue could barely punch a small dent into it.
The last time Yu Sheng had taken the stage, swinging his staff and smashing away wildly, they could still put it down to the weapon's assistance. They could accept that.
But this time...
What that crack represented was understood not only by the staff, but even by the spectators in the stands.
After all, it was common knowledge.
As long as Yu Sheng made no mistakes, he would probably be unbeatable in the Arena Tournament's individual matches.
And there would be little room for dispute.
But would someone who had walked out of Sin City alive really make a mistake?
Ink Academy's only two students had both competed.
And in just ten short minutes, they had completely changed everyone's impression of Ink Academy's freshmen this year.
"So strong..."
Backstage, Han Jue drew a deep breath as he watched, frowning slightly. "If I absorb the beast blood the academy gave me ahead of time, perhaps... I could put up a fight."
His gaze gradually grew determined. Han Jue turned and left, with no intention of watching any longer.
In fact, relatively speaking, neither Han Jue nor Wu Qianqiu was inferior in talent even compared with Ink Academy's students.
Ink Academy could not possibly recruit every genius.
Every year, the Three Major Universities would snatch up