"After all, age is there. A genius is not a monster. It takes time for a genius to cultivate. How can it be possible to become an eight-star war emperor in a freshman year?"
I'm not a robot: "+1"
King: "+1"
Great enlightenment: "+1"
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Xiao Gan cheered: "Bullshit! You know nothing! Number 707 is invincible! If Number 707 isn't an Eight-Star War Emperor, I'll do a live broadcast of washing my hair while standing upside down."
Shadow Legend: "Eight-Star War Emperor +1"
Du Xiaoxiaobing: "If you're not an eight-star war emperor, you'll eat shit while standing upside down!"
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The forum was buzzing with activity, and so was the Redbird Arena.
But despite the excitement, except for the Sword Master who really knew Jiang Li's background and those fans who had evolved into his die-hard fans, the vast majority of people still agreed with the words of Shengun No. 1, that is, they believed that Jiang Li should have the strength of a six-star War Emperor, or at most a War Emperor who had just been promoted to a seven-star one.
Inside the headquarters of the Ten Thousand Beasts Cult.
Looking at the terminal in front of him, Li Wanhe's hands almost turned into a shadow, and he kept tapping on the virtual projection.
"Xiao Gan, they actually said that I am only a six-star war emperor away from my brother. I will blast these ignorant guys to death."
Sword Bearer Headquarters.
Sun Chi looked at Du Bing in shock.
"Hey, don't look at me like that. Don't you know what level the boss is? I'm not going to eat shit, not at all."
Du Bing, who was a little thin, was a little irritated by Sun Chi's gaze, and said with a dry cough.
Rong Yu, who was also watching the live broadcast, smiled slightly.
Inside Redbird Stadium.
Li Wangyue looked at the audience around him who were speculating and the team leader who had a unhappy look on his face, and couldn't help but laugh in his heart.
Others don’t know Jiang Li’s strength, but she knows.
Her junior brother is not only an authentic eight-star war emperor, but also has done many great things in the past.
It is estimated that after this league, her junior brother will become famous and known to everyone.
But is Jiang Li really only at the level of an eight-star war emperor?
Fifteen minutes later.
On the virtual big screen, one close-up picture after another began to turn into white light, and then gathered into numbered text, disappeared in the middle of the big screen, and then appeared in the leftmost area of the big screen.
No. 005——Imperial Capital Martial Arts High School——Senior Year——Lin Xingjian, cleared the level!
No. 001——First Military High School——Senior Year——Wei Ruo, cleared the level!
No. 002——Imperial Capital Martial Arts High School——Senior Year——Chu Bowen, cleared the level!
No. 059——Jiangnan Martial Arts High School——Senior Year——Xu Tiangang, passed the level!
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Number 707——Jiangnan Martial Arts High School——Freshman——Jiang Li, cleared the level!
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Inside Redbird Stadium.
When the audience saw the shining list of qualified candidates, they couldn't help but gasp.
That freshman, No. 707 Jiang Li, actually cleared the level within fifteen minutes, and together with fifteen other seniors, whose numbers were at least in the top eighty of the Eight-Star War Emperors, formed the first clearance level.
Another half hour passed.
The huge transparent virtual terminal finally stopped.
The game is over.
There are a total of one hundred and thirty-nine contestants who have successfully killed ten four-star emperor-level beasts.
However, this time the requirements limit the next round of assessment to the top 100.
Therefore, the last contestants to pass the level will be screened according to their time and ranking.
In the end, 23 people from the First Military Academy successfully advanced, 22 people from the Imperial Capital Martial Arts Academy successfully advanced, 19 people from the Thunder Martial Arts Academy successfully advanced, and 21 people from the United Martial Arts Academy successfully advanced.
Fifteen students from Jiangnan Martial Arts High School advanced.
laugh!
Squeak!
A sound of steam rising was heard, and a huge transparent virtual terminal slowly opened.
Inside the terminal, there were a total of 738 contestants, each with a different expression.
Some are excited, some are depressed, some have ugly expressions, and some are as calm as water.
However, when they looked up and saw the list of those who had passed the level on the huge screen, their minds all changed dramatically. They all opened their eyes wide, looking as if they had seen a ghost, and looked at seat No. 707 in the black area of Jiangnan Martial Arts High School.
Freshman?
Number 707?
Clear customs?
Or is it the first group to pass the level?
Is someone cheating? Or is there something wrong with the virtual device?
All the geniuses present opened their eyes wide and looked at Jiang Li.
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