Replace me as the top scholar? Go talk to my Marshal Grandpa!

Ye Chuan finished speaking in one breath and then took a breath.

As Wang Xian heard these names, the scene from that day flashed through her mind.

He remembered all of these people.

Each one is extraordinary.

Ye Chuan continued:

"Besides these people, there are two more who are direct descendants of the other two major families in the capital."

"Sikong Xirong from the Sikong family, and Fu Zizhen from the Fu family. Both of them are key figures in their respective families this generation, and their strength is extraordinary."

Wang Xian nodded.

The four major families in the capital are the Sikong family, the Fu family, the Long family, and the Wang family.

Including him, all four major families have participated in the competition.

Ye Chuan paused, then said mysteriously, "The tenth championship seed—guess who it is?"

Wang Xian glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Ye Chuan chuckled:

"It's our roommate, Xuanyuan Qizheng!"

Wang Xian did not show any surprise upon hearing this.

Although he had never witnessed Xuan Yuanqi's strength firsthand, he could sense it to some extent after living together for so long.

That guy may be low-key, but he's definitely not simple.

Ye Chuan saw that he wasn't surprised at all, and pouted in disappointment.

Then, he said mysteriously:

"As for the eleventh one..."

He drew out his words, looking at Wang Xian with anticipation:

"Guess again?"

Wang Xian looked at him calmly and spoke softly:

"The freshman campus belle"

Ye Chuan's eyes widened, his face showing an expression of utter disbelief.

"Holy crap! How did you know?!"

Wang Xian smiled but remained silent.

He could tell at a glance that the freshman campus belle had an extraordinary aura.

That feeling of being one with the world, that sense of presence that makes you the center of attention just by standing there—that's something ordinary people can't have.

He even felt that the top ten champions combined couldn't compare to her.

Seeing that he smiled without saying anything, Ye Chuan didn't press the matter further and began to introduce:

"Lonely Summer, the freshman campus belle, has a mysterious background, and very little information can be found about her."

He paused, then lowered his voice:

"However, I've heard some news—three years ago, she made a move. Her opponent was a master of the Condensation Realm."

"And the result?"

"One-hit kill."

Wang Xian raised an eyebrow.

Could you have instantly defeated a Condensing Intent Realm expert three years ago?

what about now?

Mid-stage of Condensing Intent?

Or has he already broken through to the late stage of the Condensation Realm?

His opinion of this lonely summer man rose even higher.

Ye Chuan looked at him and chuckled:

"How about it? These championship seeded players are pretty exciting, aren't they?"

Wang Xian nodded.

That's really exciting.

But that wasn't enough to move him.

He looked at Ye Chuan and asked:

"You said there were twelve, but you've only mentioned eleven so far. Who is the twelfth?"

Ye Chuan drawled out his words, a mysterious smile appearing on his face:

"As for the twelfth person—"

He paused deliberately, then chuckled:

"You'll see when the time comes; it will absolutely blow your mind!"

Wang Xian glanced at him, smiling but saying nothing.

……

time flies.

The day of the Rookie King Competition has finally arrived.

The morning sun shone on the martial arts square, turning the entire area into a golden glow.

The Martial Arts Square is one of the largest public spaces in Tsinghua and Peking Universities, covering an area of ​​tens of thousands of square meters.

Four enormous dueling platforms stand side by side in the center of the square. Each platform is ten meters square and its surface is made of a special alloy and is engraved with reinforcement arrays, enough to withstand the full force of an expert at the Condensation Realm or above.

The arena is surrounded by tiered seating for spectators.

A thousand seats are arranged densely, layer upon layer, from low to high.

The front row is reserved for VIPs, including university leaders and representatives from various military groups and organizations.

The middle section is for ordinary students, while those in the back row who can't see clearly can look up at the huge screen suspended in mid-air—four holographic projection screens, each 100 meters square, that will broadcast every detail of the competition in real time.

The design of the entire square can only be described as "spectacular".

At this moment, a large number of students have gathered in the square.

The venue, with over a thousand seats, is already mostly full.

Those who arrive late can only stand in the aisle or in the open space at the back.

The crowd was bustling, with voices rising and falling, as lively as a market.

Wang Xian and her roommates also arrived.

They found a seat near the front, where they could see the entire arena from all four.

As soon as Ye Chuan sat down, he began looking around and muttering to himself:

"Holy crap, this place is packed! It's only a few o'clock, and there are already so many people here?"

He craned his neck to look at the row in front, his face filled with envy.

"Those seats in the front row, are they reserved for battle groups and school organizations? When can we sit there too...?"

Wang Xian ignored him and scanned the entire square with her gaze.

There were many people, and it was very lively.

But that's not what he's concerned with.

Just then—

A sudden commotion broke out in the crowd.

Someone shouted:

"Look! The True Martial Battle Group is here!"

Wang Xian looked in the direction of the sound.

A group of people walked in from the entrance of the square.

There were about seven or eight of them, dressed in uniform dark blue uniforms with a golden halberd embroidered on the chest.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a resolute face and a steady gait; he was clearly a seasoned veteran.

They walked to the front row VIP seats and took their seats with the help of the staff.

The surrounding students looked at him with envy and awe.

Wang Xian turned her head and asked Ye Chuan:

"Who are these people? They seem to be quite famous."

Ye Chuan turned his head and looked at him with a surprised expression:

"you do not know?"

Wang Xian shook her head.

Ye Chuan clicked his tongue and began to explain:

"The True Martial Battle Group, a renowned Silver-rank battle group in the Great Xia Dynasty!"

"Do you know what a Warband is?"

Wang Xian thought for a moment: "I've heard some things, but not in detail."

Ye Chuan cleared his throat and began the lesson:

"In the Great Xia Dynasty, the military has two core forces: the Zhenxing Division and the Thirteenth Legion."

"The Star Guardian Division is responsible for guarding the major star gates and defending against foreign invasion. The Thirteenth Legion is a mobile force, ready to fight wherever needed."

"But both of these are regular military units with extremely high entry requirements; not just anyone can get in."

He paused, then continued:

"The battle group is the cornerstone of the military. Its core functions are to recruit, train, pass on combat skills, and build up reserve forces, providing manpower for the thirteen corps."

"In order to train their troops, the warbands roam all over the country year-round, helping the Zhenxing Division suppress riots in some minor planes."

"They have abundant internal cultivation resources and upward mobility channels; those who perform well can directly enter the Thirteenth Legion."

"Therefore, the first goal of students from various universities who want to join the military after graduation is to enter the combat zone."

After Ye Chuan finished speaking, he added:

"But Tsinghua and Peking Universities are different."

"Qingbei is the top university in Great Xia, and every student there is a genius or elite. Those battle groups want to absorb these geniuses to improve their strength, so they have taken the initiative to set up branches in the university to recruit talent."

He pointed to the group of people in dark blue uniforms:

"The True Martial Battle Group is one of them."