"I definitely came out ahead on this one."
He stood up, all distracting thoughts vanishing. His mind was now a clear, empty vessel, filled with nothing but pure battle intent for the next day's fight.
The Canaan Newcomer Cup. Third place.
Three thousand Contribution Points.
He was determined to win.
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As the first faint light of dawn filtered through the specialized one-way porthole of his private dorm, it cast a pale golden sheen across the cold, quiet room. Qin Feng had already concluded his all-night Meditation.
The somewhat stagnant aura from his three years of seclusion had now completely transformed into a battle intent that was both restrained and majestic, soaring to the heavens.
His mind was clear, his thoughts unimpeded.
He rose and stretched his limbs, and a series of low pops, like muffled thunder, echoed from his bones.
Within his seemingly unassuming frame lay a terrifying power capable of shaking mountains.
