บท 147: True Meaning of the Ultimate Style!

One stone could stir up thousands of ripples. 

All the martial arts course freshmen cast puzzled gazes at him. 

"Why?"

"Meng Chao clearly did not join the tournament between freshmen yesterday!"

"Didn't you say that standards to enter the list are based on our results during classes and our performance yesterday? If it's based on those two, he shouldn't have been able to be chosen, right?"

"That's right! Isn't it better to choose me? If I go to the frontlines, I will definitely be able to kill more monsters than him!"

It was a chance that came once in a blue moon. There were a lot of resources to be gained, connections to be formed, treasures to be found, and real fighting experience to be obtained, and they were all waiting for them to be harvested at the frontlines. The martial arts course freshmen were naturally jealous.