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Meanwhile, transit airports.

The freshmen with B-level spots sat in the regular lounge.

Freshmen with A-level spots will have access to the VIP lounge.

Meanwhile, eight powerful young men and women were seated in the VIP lounge.

Five men and three women.

Even if these eight people were just sitting there quietly, without deliberately releasing their aura, the combined pressure made the air in the VIP room extremely heavy.

Everyone sitting here is a top-tier S-class prodigy of this year.

Each and every one of them is a true peer of unparalleled excellence in their respective province.

In contrast, the outermost public waiting hall was like a chaotic vegetable market.

This place is home to thousands of freshmen who have not received any rating.

The hall was stuffy and humid, filled with the noise of people.

These seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys and girls, mostly with the childishness unique to high school students, were discussing their upcoming university life with curiosity and anticipation.

In their respective counties or prefecture-level cities, they were all geniuses who were cherished and pampered.

Many people are completely unaware that Zhenyue Martial Arts University has an internal ranking system, and simply assume that everyone who gets into the same university is on the same starting line.

"Damn it! Why isn't the air conditioning on full blast in this lousy lobby? It's killing me with heat!"

Just then, a boy suddenly stood up and tugged at his collar in a fit of rage.

"I just saw so many empty sofas in the VIP room and they wouldn't let anyone in. Why should we all be crammed here? We're top students from Zhenyue Martial Arts University!"

With that, the boy, relying on his strong physique and vigorous energy, rudely pushed through the crowd and tried to rush into the VIP room.

"Excuse me, student, please wait a moment."

Two airport staff members instantly stepped in front of him, blocking his path.

One of them shook his head expressionlessly: "Only freshmen with an S-level rating can enter the VIP room. You are not qualified. Please return to the lobby."

"What kind of bullshit S-level rating is this?"

"I'm number one in the whole school in our county!"

"A martial artist at the early stage of the fifth rank!"

The boy's face flushed red; he felt humiliated in front of so many peers and loudly questioned, "We're all freshmen, why can they get in but we can't?!"

These words immediately caused an uproar in the hall, with everyone discussing them animatedly.

"Exactly! Why are we divided into different classes?!"

"An S-class freshman? I've never heard of him... Who is he to make such a big fuss?"

"They're probably just rich kids who got in through connections, what's so great about them!"

Many people felt resentful, and quite a few echoed this sentiment out of jealousy.

"On what grounds?"

Just as the crowd in the hall was filled with indignation, a disdainful sneer suddenly rang out from the entrance of the VIP room!

"Bang!!!"

A figure shot out!

"what!"

Everyone heard a muffled thud, and the boy who had been shouting was sent flying!

"puff!"

The boy coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew more than ten meters away, crashing into a large group of seats. He lay on the ground, convulsing in pain, unable to even get up.

The entire room fell silent!

Thousands of freshmen stared in horror at the entrance.

A young man wearing a black trench coat, with arrogant and sinister eyes, slowly retracted his right leg.

The person who arrived was none other than Chen Jiahao, one of the nine S-level candidates!

"Trash, just trash."

Chen Jiahao dusted off non-existent dust from his trousers, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips.

"You haven't even grasped the basics of Zhenyue Martial Arts University, yet you dare to bark and howl here?"

"You bunch of useless trash who didn't even get a rating, what right do you have to sit with us?!"

"I'm the top scorer in the college entrance examination in Beiyue Province! A peak sixth-rank, eight-star martial artist! And I've already passed the initial test by the Superpower Bureau and am about to awaken my superpower!"

Chen Jiahao unleashed a violent aura, causing dozens of freshmen in the front row to turn pale and retreat repeatedly.

"Who do you think you are? You dare ask me for fairness?!"

At this moment, the boy lying on the ground was flushed, his heart filled with a mixture of humiliation and shock.

His proud fifth-grade cultivation level was utterly laughable in front of the other party, like a baby!

I thought I was one of the best people in this small county.

Little did they expect that such a terrifying monster existed outside!

As Chen Jiahao erupted, the VIP room door made another soft sound.

The other seven S-level prodigies also emerged from the passage with varying expressions.

Among the crowd, some freshmen from big cities recognized them and gasped in shock.

"My God... that boy carrying the black heavy sword! That's Yan Wudao, the eldest grandson of the Yan family in Kyoto!"

"It's said he single-handedly killed a seventh-grade exotic beast three months ago! A true god of war!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a cold-faced young man standing there quietly.

His eyes were indifferent, and the heavy sword behind him, which was taller than a man, exuded a strong bloody smell!

"And that bald guy! That's Fan Chen from the Vajra Temple in the Western Regions! I heard he was expelled from Buddhism for his excessive bloodlust, and his Buddhist martial arts have reached a level where he's invulnerable to swords and spears!"

In the crowd, someone pointed in a trembling voice at a tall monk dressed in monk's robes, with a string of white bone prayer beads around his neck.

"Hiss... Look at that girl! Red clothes and a red whip! That's Qin Hongye, the only daughter of the Northeast Theater Marshal! My god, the daughter of a military bigwig is here at Zhenyue Martial Arts University?!"

Not far from Yan Wudao stood a hot, short-haired girl.

Qin Hongye fiddled with the long whip in her hand, her handsome face full of boredom, and she looked at everyone as if she were looking at a group of raw recruits.

"Who is that giant, over 2.2 meters tall, like a bear?!"

"That's Lei Lie, the son of the Martial Arts Alliance leader! He's incredibly strong; they say he could lift an armored vehicle when he was six!"

"And that black-haired girl playing with the butterfly knife, isn't that Ye Weiyang, the third-ranked assassin in the Assassin's Guild... My God! How could someone like that be entering Wuhan University with us?!"

As one deafening name after another was announced, the thousands of freshmen in the hall were completely numb.

……

Anyone you pick out is a peerless genius who can cause a huge uproar in the outside world!

And now, all these monsters have gathered at Zhenyue Martial Arts University!

Just as the hall fell into a deathly silence.

"Hahaha! Not bad, not bad, you've got quite the momentum!"

Everyone turned to look at it.

Then, Professor Shi Meng strode over.

Beside him was a tall, handsome young man.

The golden badge on the boy's chest, representing S-class, reflected a dazzling light!

Qin Hongye narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly.

For the first time, Yan Wudao, carrying a heavy sword on his back, raised his eyelids.

With a compassionate expression, Fan Chen uttered "Amitabha Buddha".

……

The ninth S-rank has arrived.