As Fang Han stepped into the wide, open plaza paved with White Jade, the colossal Overall Martial Arts Stele came into view.
The towering stele shimmered with a gentle, jade-like luster. The dense array of names etched upon it silently spoke of competition and rankings.
His gaze went straight to the upper part of the stele's face, where he quickly found his own name.
However, the number before his name was not the "ninety-five" he remembered, but—"ninety-seven"!
'I dropped two places...'
Fang Han's eyes narrowed slightly.
Compared to his ninety-fifth place rank from last month's test, he had fallen two spots.
Evidently, someone else's strength had improved over the past month, surpassing his.
The competition on the overall list was clearly far more intense than within the Sub-Branch. It was like rowing a boat upstream; if you didn't advance, you fell behind.
Any bit of slacking could lead to a drop in rank.
