The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

The numbers on the screen are insane.

The names Chen Guan, Yin Chen, and Hong Yuan are like a sharp arrow, piercing straight upwards from the list.

Finally, with a clang, it came to a stop at the very top.

That string of numbers, so long it was suffocating, was like an insurmountable chasm, ruthlessly separating the first place from everyone else.

[First Squad (Chen Guan, Hong Yuan, Yin Chen): 9999]

9999 is not the upper limit of points, but the upper limit of values.

After a brief silence, the clamor nearly lifted the roof off.

Just then, a shrill voice pierced the noise: "I object! There's something wrong with this score!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was Wei Zhe from the Magic City Academy, who had once been ranked first on the leaderboard.

He pushed his way through the crowd and walked to the front of the stage, sweeping his scrutinizing and hostile gaze over Yin Chen and Hong Yuan, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Yin Chen, Hong Yuan, we've known each other since we were little. I know exactly what level you two are at."

He paused, then his voice suddenly rose: "Hunting a fifth-tier opponent is your limit. Now tell me, do you three even deserve to kill a peak sixth-tier opponent?"

The contempt in his words was like a spark igniting dry grass, causing the doubts that had just been suppressed in many people's hearts to resurface.

Yin Chen's face instantly darkened, and the wind around him began to stir restlessly, emitting a soft whistling sound, as if he were about to attack at the slightest provocation.

Yin Chen may not be as good as Chen Guan, but it's not up to Wei Zhe, who has never beaten him, to swagger in front of him.

"Wei Zhe, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. I guarantee this with the honor of the Yin family..."

"Reputation?" Wei Zhe scoffed, interrupting him. "Is your reputation even worth that many points?"

A hand landed on Yin Chen's shoulder, the force was light, but it was so heavy that it instantly extinguished all of Yin Chen's arrogance.

It is an old coffin.

"Don't stop me, he's slandering us!" Yin Chen said in a low voice, his teeth grinding together.

"I didn't say I was going to stop you." Chen Guan glanced at the arrogant Wei Zhe: "Why don't you try and see if we have the strength of a sixth-order cultivator?"

Wei Zhe was stunned. If Hong Yuan or Yin Chen had said these words, it wouldn't have mattered. But since it was said by this lucky one handpicked by the instructor, he was completely unsure.

The person in front of me showed no signs of distress and looked like an ordinary person, but the more unknown something is, the more terrifying it often is.

Besides, the person in front of him just stopped Yin Chen, and even the hottest-tempered Hong Yuan didn't say a word. If he doesn't understand this strange man carrying a coffin, how could he not understand these two?

"I'm late, I'm sorry."

A gentle voice broke the silence of the standoff. An Changqing, Long Ao, and Su Yuehe walked in through the main gate.

An Changqing's appearance made the stagnant air in the square start to move again.

Following behind him was Long Ao, whose signature red hair resembled burning flames. His eyes were arrogant, and he acted as if he were second only to the heavens. Su Yuehe followed quietly beside the two, her aura restrained, yet no one dared to underestimate her.

As the most outstanding second-generation rich kids present, they are also among the top students in this year's freshmen.

Oh dear! Brother An is late.

[An Changqing: I heard that you bullied people from Huaqing while I was away?]

[Why don't those who accused Brother Guan of cheating step forward? Do you dislike him?]

[With Long Ao's walking posture, anyone who didn't know better would think he was number one.]

When Wei Zhe saw An Changqing, the sarcasm on his face faded somewhat, replaced by a warm welcome. He stepped forward and spoke up, "An Changqing, you've come at the right time. This sixth-tier peak demon core shouldn't be something that freshmen like us can obtain. There must be something fishy about it. You're a discerning person, so why don't you come and judge for yourself?"

He tried to bring An Changqing to his side, using a recognized genius to question another suddenly emerging monster.

An Changqing's gaze passed over him and landed on Chen Guan. He nodded slightly as a greeting.

His attitude, unusually, was no longer gentle, but rather sharp.

"What makes you think I can't do it?"

Instead of directly refuting him, he threw the question back at Long Ao, whose fingers cracked and a malicious smile appeared on his face.

Wei Zhe's face froze. This was a life-or-death question; how could he dare to answer it?

Seeing that he remained silent, An Changqing turned his head slightly to Su Yuehe behind him.

Su Yuehe understood immediately, and walked step by step to the registration desk, where she put a large bag in her hand and slammed it heavily on the table.

Bang!

The heavy, solid wood table made a dull thud and visibly bent downwards.

The instructor in charge of registration twitched.

Damn it, I have to report the loss again.

slam-la-

A series of impacts rang out.

The shimmering demon cores rolled out of the bag and instantly piled up on the table into a colorful little mountain. The number of fourth-tier demon cores alone far exceeded the total number of Wei Zhe's entire team. Among them were more than a dozen fifth-tier demon cores and one ordinary sixth-tier demon core.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the pile of crystal-clear demon cores, their Adam's apples bobbing up and down, but they couldn't utter a sound.

Holy crap, did they get their supplies from the wholesale market?

[Su Yuehe: What did you just say? The wind is too strong, I can't hear you.]

[Hilarious! A classic example of overwhelming the opponent with sheer numbers.]

The instructor was completely numb. He mechanically picked up the instrument and counted and entered the data one by one.

On the screen, Wei Zhe's name was mercilessly pushed off.

[Second Squad (An Changqing, Long Ao, Su Yuehe): 8850]

The new score was like a resounding slap across Wei Zhe's face. The color drained from his face instantly, turning him deathly pale.

His proud achievements became a joke in front of others. He had just said it was impossible when someone threw something in his face. Wasn't that like telling everyone that Wei Zhe was a good-for-nothing?

An Changqing didn't even glance at the points leaderboard; his gaze remained fixed on Chen Guan.

"Chen, you don't need to prove your abilities to anyone," he said earnestly. "Truly capable people attract each other, not distrust each other."

These words, though spoken in a grand and dignified manner, stirred the passion of the surrounding freshmen, who all cast approving glances at them.

[A calming and serene atmosphere!]

[An Changqing calling Chen "classmate" in such a serious tone is hilarious; I haven't heard that nickname in a long time.]

The Renaissance belonged to that period.