The cafeteria, in the dining area exclusive to C-rank contracts.
Qin Feng and Shi Potian sat across from each other, silently eating their C-rank Energy Meals.
"The second-years are really strong."
Ultimately, it was Shi Potian who broke the silence.
Qin Feng nodded and swallowed his food. "They've completely adapted to the system here. We newcomers can't hope to catch up in a short time to over a year of their high-intensity, rigorous training."
"After all, no one who gets into Qiming First High School is an idiot."
"I saw some second-years who've fought nearly ten thousand matches in the Imperial Arena, and that's while they're also fighting private matches. In terms of sheer effort… Haha."
Shi Potian chuckled. "Hard work is the bare minimum. No one gets this far without it."
They both saw the same sentiment reflected in each other's eyes.
It was a sense of powerlessness, of being utterly crushed, followed by an even more blazing fighting spirit.
