"Ji Huaiyu, what is your opinion?" Several examiners turned their attention to a handso young man with an indifferent expression.
"You've also had contact with Xue Jing… Any thoughts?"
Zhou Yinglin turned his gaze toward him as well. Find your adventure at My Virtual Library Empire
Ji Huaiyu originated from the Four Elents Dojo in the Outer Ring of the Fifth Urban Circle.
A talented genius who had only recently been recruited into the Secret Martial Society.
Because he had contact with the yet-to-debut Xue Jing during the U19 Maple City elimination rounds, he, along with Zhou Yinglin, had been assigned here to provide insights to counter Xue Jing.
Originally, soone hailing from an obscure corner of the Outer Ring like Ji Huaiyu would be considered beneath Zhou Yinglin to even glance at.
But after being defeated by Xue Jing twice...he had been cured of a good amount of that arrogance.
Although he still didn't think Ji Huaiyu would be much help, listening to his opinions was still acceptable.
After a mont of thought, Ji Huaiyu spoke in a tone completely devoid of fluctuation, "...He's a good person."
The crowd was taken aback.
"He did what I couldn't do for , and offered a good thod..."
Ji Huaiyu reflected on his contact with Xue Jing.
Previously, when the Four Elents Dojo's disciples were being overbearing, he was ordered by his master not to harm his fellow disciples and couldn't intervene, so it was Xue Jing who stepped in to help him and suggested the thod of 'inspecting injuries' as a way of reprimanding his peers with feigned concern.
Ji Huaiyu had a good impression of him.
"...That's not what we're asking you."
Soone sighed.
"We are asking if Xue Jing has any weaknesses or disadvantages that can be exploited."
Ji Huaiyu, with his indifferent expression—or rather a vacant expression devoid of any emotion—looked at the person speaking and shook his head:
"He's very strong...stronger than everyone else, there's no way."
Zhou Yinglin said flatly, "I really don't know what the upper echelons were thinking sending you here; you're utterly useless."
Ji Huaiyu wasn't angered but rely cocked his head, puzzled, "I don't understand either...considering how badly you were beaten by Xue Jing, sending you to take him on should be equally futile."
Zhou Yinglin's piercing eyes sharpened like a hawk's. "You little wretch, looking for trouble?"
But then his cheeks twitched as he averted his gaze.
Ji Huaiyu had no provocative intentions with his words, just genuine puzzlent, and Zhou Yinglin could see that.
Getting angry with soone like this felt as pointless as getting angry at a stone.
"Alright, since we can't co up with anything, let's wait for our trump card to arrive."
An examiner tried to smooth things over.
"Although it's a bit annoying to rely on a young kid...with that person's strength, we can almost guarantee a flawless plan."
Another young examiner interjected, "It's not necessarily flawless...let's not forget, not just us, but the Reformists seem to have shown up this ti as well."
...
Xue Jing was observing the strange distortions of the Intersecting Boundaries before him when, all of a sudden, a figure slowly walked up to his side.
That person had an unusual appearance, wearing military pants and boots below, yet only a black strap across his torso, nearly bare, exposing beautifully curved muscle lines.
He was extrely tall, towering a full head above the nearly 1.9-ter-tall Xue Jing, likely around 2.2 ters tall, his height making his fra seem sowhat slender, yet still possessing an oppressive presence.
But these were not the main points.
The most striking feature was the faint scent of blood emanating from all over his body, diffusing on the surface of his skin.
It was as if every single pore on his body was emitting blood mist, visible to the naked eye which made him appear as though he had activated so Burst Seed martial arts skill, a sight that was both alarming and awe-inspiring.
His blood-tinted dark red hair flowed freely, as if moved by an invisible wind, whipping around wildly.
With his approach, all of the students instinctively showed guarded and tense expressions.
Like rabbits in the grassland beholding a lion...even if the lion had no intention to hunt, the sheer pressure of absolute power created a suffocating feeling.
"My na is...Wei Yuzhao."
The towering man slightly lowered his head, looking towards Xue Jing and extended his right hand with a deep voice in greeting.
Xue Jing slowly turned to look at him.
The blood aura diffusing from the man's body ca into contact with Xue Jing's, bringing a scorching heat, akin to a burn.
This person was strong.
Xue Jing felt a pure disparity emanating from him.
In terms of physical strength alone, this man had an overwhelming advantage over him.
Yet, there was a faint sense of sothing abnormal.
After a mont's thought, Xue Jing reached out and shook his hand.
"I'm Xue Jing," he said softly.
[Detecting Divine Substance, absorbing Divinity...]
Xue Jing's gaze flickered.
Was this man a Blessed One?
After seeing the prompt, Xue Jing instinctively checked his panel and felt a shock inside.
At the bottom of the Divine Skill Bar, fine red specks were gathering in a new slot...
This was—the sign of a new Divine Skill being activated!
But why were the specks red, not golden?
The phenonon, different from previously activated Divine Skills, left Xue Jing puzzled.
The man nad Wei Yuzhao nodded and then tried to retract his hand...but Xue Jing suddenly gripped it firmly, preventing him from pulling away.
Wei Yuzhao was montarily stunned.
With an unchanged expression, Xue Jing held Wei Yuzhao's hand and said with a smile, "Brother Wei seems very strong...may I ask where you practice?"
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