The top floor of the Spectator Tower was deathly silent.
The thunderous, earth-shattering cheers from the main arena below, loud enough to blow the roof off, were seemingly blocked by an invisible barrier, unable to penetrate the area where admissions tutors from over a hundred of the Canaan Star System's top academies had gathered.
In that instant, it felt as if someone had hit the pause button on time.
Everyone was frozen mid-motion, captured in the very instant they had risen to their feet.
Some had their eyes wide, others their mouths agape, but all their faces were frozen with the same expression—a complex look blending utter shock with disbelief.
Their gazes were locked onto the young man on the central stage, who stood with his spear now at ease, as if trying to permanently burn his image onto their retinas.
"The Control Realm…"
"His Thousand Army Spear and Fierce Bird Fist... they've both reached the Control Realm!"
"His talent is simply astounding!"
