A light breeze blew through the street.
Dust and debris drifted gently from the concrete, and the leaves of the green trees by the road swayed.
"What do you think?"
someone asked from inside the black sedan at the end of the alley, watching the two figures facing off in the distance.
The person in the passenger seat shook his head, set down a file, and said flatly, "Three moves. If the kid can take three moves, he passes."
"Three moves? Isn't that underestimating him a bit?"
"Underestimating him? Wang Ling is already at the peak of the Elite Level. He's just a hair's breadth away from stepping into the Superpower Level."
The man in the passenger seat frowned. "Don't forget, our assessment target only broke through to the Elite Level a month ago."
"He might have a few victories under his belt, but they were just from sparring in some small-town dojo. In places like Yao Capital or East Port, he wouldn't even make a ripple."
