"Hey, back when I enrolled, weren't you acting all high and mighty? What's happened two years later that you're so dismal now?"
At eighteen, during the entrance exam, he stood aside like a lackey, watching Chu Yanhu and Brother Chuan compete.
But now!
Though he still had to look up to the latter, little Chu Yanhu was already trampled underfoot!
Meng Chuan was abnormal, incomparable.
Aside from him, his progress in the Grandmaster Class was the fastest.
Among the peers he entered with, he was the only second-limit Martial Arts Master.
Who wasn't a once-in-a-generation genius!
"Alright, a few words are enough, no need to hurt the harmony."
Meng Chuan stepped forward seeing a fight about to break out, to control the situation.
"The national talents are really impressive, directly advancing to the Beijing competition..."
Chu Yanlong also restrained his brother and turned to express his admiration.
Chen Jing, with arms crossed, said slowly from the side:
