Southland University, inside a single dorm room.
Click.
The mouse clicked through the webpage, opening the registration interface for the 81st Peerless Prodigy Battle, then confirmed the registration.
Ding-dong.
A simple message box popped up on the screen: Please pay one million Sinoveran dollars.
"So expensive?"
"In broad daylight, this is daylight robbery!"
Andrew Han, dressed in a deep blue T-shirt, couldn't help but slap the wooden desk, his face filled with righteous indignation... There was still one week until the Peerless Prodigy Battle.
Carter Yan sat beside him, tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"What's the big deal?" Andrew Han frowned. "I heard from Zhang Meng that, for example, the ACCA accounting exam costs thousands just for registration. But at least after paying, you get a certificate. What certificate does the Peerless Prodigy Battle give?"
Beside them.
Carter Yan shook his head speechlessly, not knowing what to say.
Comparing the Peerless Prodigy Battle of the Martial Arts World with professional exams in society? Utterly absurd—this is the Peerless Prodigy Battle, a grand event that stirs all of Sinovera.
According to rough estimates—
Across all of Sinovera, at least seventy percent of martial practitioners are closely following the fierce Peerless Prodigy Battle.
Andrew Han spoke leisurely: "To put it bluntly, the only certificate the Peerless Prodigy Battle offers is a seat among the contemporary Peerless Prodigies. People only care about who comes first, not about second or third place."
"What are you trying to say?" Carter Yan asked, puzzled.
"Nothing."
Andrew Han looked at the laptop screen, a faint smile forming at the corner of his mouth.
He simply felt—