"This guy is a monster..."
In the crowd of examinees, someone swallowed hard, their eyes flickering with shock.
If the seeded contestants performed exceptionally, they could understand. After all, those six young people were all geniuses cultivated by the government and powerful conglomerates.
But this young man named Wang Xi clearly didn't belong to any faction. He was an unknown ordinary person, just like them.
Yet, his performance wasn't just outstanding—it even surpassed those geniuses.
No flashy abilities, no extravagant equipment or items. Just one man, one sword, balanced in both offense and defense, so powerful it was suffocating.
'A commoner genius?'
No.
'He should be called a monster!'
"This year's examination is truly full of hidden talent."
In the corner on the right side of the venue, several sharply dressed examiners in suits stood ramrod straight. One of them, a middle-aged man with glasses, remarked with emotion.
