"Advanced to the National Competition! Potential Value +1. Current Potential Value: 4 points."
The sudden message from his Inner Soul Map left Rong Taotao overjoyed. 'Yay, I'm rich again!'
'I'd better save these for later.'
Rong Taotao had come to realize that Potential Value was incredibly hard to earn.
He could only participate in a competition like this once in his life, yet he only got a single point for qualifying. It was a pitifully small amount.
Once his Soul Technique leveled up, a whole bunch of Soul Skills would be waiting for a Potential Value boost. Four points seemed like a lot, but it could be spent in the blink of an eye.
'I have to make every point count!'
"Gao Lingwei! Gao Lingwei! Over here! Over here!" At the edge of the arena, Zhang Muyu, a reporter from the provincial station, waved repeatedly as he watched Rong Taotao and Gao Lingwei make their exit.
Rong Taotao strode forward and said, "Sir, you're so fickle, aren't you?"
