After that grand display from Fu Ji Wei earlier, the judge's voice rang across the arena, once more, formal and steady.
"Hua Shen, step forward."
A lanky youth rose from the seating area.
His eyes were half-closed, dark circles so deep they looked painted on.
His long sleeves dragged the floor as he shuffled forward, yawning mid-walk.
The same young man who has scored barely to pass the first test with just a mere push.
No one present dared to underestimate him.
His cultivation aura slipped through the cracks of his lazy posture.
Even with droopy eyes and a back slightly hunched, his qi pulsed like a sleeping beast.
Nascent Soul Realm.
Barely twenty years old.
Whispers stirred through the crowd.
"He looks like he's dying but his cultivation… terrifying."
"Do you think he'll beat Fu Ji Wei's performance?"
"I heard he's younger than her, so maybe?"
"He doesn't even look interested in fighting? Can he win?"
