"He won? He actually won? And in such a way?!"
The onlookers weren't the only ones shaken to their core. Even Ji Qingyue, the one Zhong Ming had pledged himself to, was utterly stunned by his performance.
It was clear that even she had never imagined Zhong Ming could win so effortlessly.
And after he'd instantly defeated Zhu Hao with a single glance, a thought sparked in Ji Qingyue's mind—one so incredible it was hard to believe, yet it filled her with ecstatic joy.
'Could it be that all of Zhong Ming's outrageous claims weren't just empty boasts, but truths he could actually deliver on?!'
"I'm a peerless prodigy."
"Cultivation Techniques? That's a cakewalk."
"No need to recruit anyone else. I alone can push you to the top."
Recalling Zhong Ming's past words and deeds, Ji Qingyue realized that while his words might have been arrogant, he had delivered on every single one, never once falling short.
