Today is March 13th. Bright sunlight bathes the southeastern region of the Taixing Mountain Range, and a gentle breeze sweeps through the gradually greening forests. On an open ground, martial arts prodigies from all directions have gathered.
This is the contemporary martial strength of Sinovera.
It would be no exaggeration to say that the young people here represent the brilliant future of the Martial Arts World.
Some wear solemn expressions, others have eyes sharp as blades.
Some are brimming with fighting spirit, others stand silent, gathering their strength.
This year’s Peerless Prodigy Battle brings together martial geniuses from both sects and independent practitioners. As for the Martial Arts Program student group that has emerged in recent years, they appear somewhat weaker.
After all.
The Martial Arts Program students lack deep heritage.
But with Andrew Han here—the number one Martial Arts Program student who overturned expectations by defeating Seventh Coiled Dragon Jason Jiang of Sacred Spring Sect—everyone was truly shocked, even Martial Lords were moved.
Even among Peerless Prodigies, there are degrees of strength.
In terms of background, mastery of techniques, and accumulated foundation, Jason Jiang ought to be stronger.
"Impressive."
"No wonder he's Peerless Andrew Han."
He Xuan and the other seventeen stood together, sometimes glancing at prodigies from other areas, sometimes focusing on the leader of the Martial Arts Program group—Andrew Han.
These were the seventeen who provided Andrew Han with a ten-billion Sinovera currency loan.
Click.
A peak Martial Artist girl, belatedly, took off her pure silver necklace and glanced at the calm-faced Andrew Han and Leo Liu.
"Such a pity," she thought to herself. "We Martial Arts Program students actually have two Peerless Prodigies. If this were twenty years ago, the era’s prodigy would certainly be Andrew Han, and Leo Liu of Empire Academy would also have a high ranking."
Sigh.
She was feeling regret.