"??? Who the hell is this Shen Wei?"
"Clearing the third floor in under two and a half minutes... That's..."
Xu Zhi could only watch, crestfallen, as he was knocked from fourth place—a rank he had just achieved—down to fifth. He wanted to cry but couldn't shed a tear.
Xu Wuyi, however, smiled. "Shen Wei is also a genius from our Dongjiang Province. He's the one I just sparred with."
"'So that's who he is...'" Xu Zhi mumbled.
He knew a bit about this year's crop of geniuses, but only the most famous ones.
In Dongjiang Province, he only knew of Chu Shanhe and the dark horse, Xu Wuyi. He wasn't familiar with Shen Wei.
He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Um... when you two sparred, did you win?"
"It was a narrow victory," Xu Wuyi said, not trying to hide it.
"That's good, that's good." Xu Zhi seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
'Since he couldn't beat Xu Wuyi, he can't be that much stronger than me. I still have a chance to reclaim my rank.'
