As Zhou Leng walked away, a sophomore Body Refining Stage student whispered, "Is that Zhou Leng, the freshman Martial Arts School Student Zhou Leng?"
"Yes, there's only one Zhou Leng in the whole school."
"But why do you call him senior brother?"
"He saved us, and later during sparring, he always crushed us. We couldn't even defeat Molten Hammer, but Molten Hammer said he couldn't handle Zhou Leng with one hand. After that, we gradually called him senior brother, and it became a habit. In martial arts, the one who excels is the master."
Ji Changnian heard this, opened his mouth, and swallowed back the words "I don't believe it" that kept echoing in his mind.
A senior saw Zhou Leng's silhouette disappear into the Martial Arts Dojo and sighed heavily, saying, "Senior brother Zhou Leng's strength should be close to the Late Stage Vitality."
Ji Changnian's pupils contracted.
"How is that possible? He's not Mountain and River Origin."
"It can't be," some seniors also objected.
