"Next match!"
The exchange meet continued, and the people in the audience took their turns on stage one by one. It had to be said, these people truly lived up to their reputation as geniuses selected by the major branch halls. Their strength was astonishing. It seemed the Alchemists of the Demon Race weren't as pathetic as the Human Race's rumors claimed.
During the following matches, the curious Yan Jue again asked Shen Haoran a few things about the developing battles. It seemed the girl wanted to test whether Shen Haoran's ten-minute prediction earlier was just a lucky guess.
But as it turned out, Shen Haoran was right about every single match. Whether it was the end time or the advantage on the field, his predictions were flawless. If one match was an accident and two were luck, then what about three or four? Everyone stared at Shen Haoran as if he were a monster. Even those who had been looking for trouble with him shut their mouths, not knowing what to say.
