"I've seen the recording of him killing that Peak of Enlightenment Evil Cultist. It was all thanks to a sneak attack and his gear."
"At that level, he'd barely qualify as a scout in our Vanguard Camp."
A few of the men around him chuckled.
It wasn't pure malice, but an arrogance that was bone-deep.
In scholarship, there is no absolute first; in combat, there is no second.
Every single one of them was a monster, forged by families who had poured every available resource into their training.
Each of them was suppressing their Cultivation, striving for the legendary Treasure Grade Dharma Seal.
So on what grounds could Han Feng, a nobody from the streets, stand on equal footing with them—or worse, get special treatment?
Liu Zhen, who had been sitting at the far end of the table, grew incredibly anxious as he listened.
The others might not know, but he had seen Han Feng's capabilities with his own eyes!
A technical specialist? No, the man was a human-shaped T-Rex!
