Chapter 93

Zhi Ling City, Xi He Street.

The sun had just risen, and the street was already crowded with people. On the contrary, the small vendors who usually set up stalls on the street were all absent, as if they had made a pact not to show up today.

The residents near Xi He Street were already accustomed to this day: the annual Zhi Ling District Dian Po Conference registration day.

The only requirement for registering for the Zhi Ling District Dian Po Conference was that one must be a student of the academy. Although the academy did not have a mandatory age limit for students, most were young men and women under twenty years old. From one end of the street to the other, there were nothing but vibrant faces.

Many people had already arrived the night before and waited all night, still full of spirit and anticipation. For too many people, the Dian Po Conference was a chance to change their life trajectory. The unknown could become famous across the continent; the underestimated could gain attention. Becoming an official, getting rich, having greater power, standing at the peak of life... all of these possibilities could become reality through this conference.

But the first step was to win, to keep winning.

The competition was brutal.

According to the Dian Po list set by the conference, there were only fifty spots. Now, just as the sun was rising, the number of people gathered on the street already numbered in the thousands. This was just the beginning; the registration for the Dian Po Conference lasted for three days. Every year, no fewer than ten thousand academy students came to register.

There were no entry barriers, only an identity requirement. This easy registration condition made many freshmen from the academy come to join in the fun. They signed life-and-death agreements fearlessly, like calves just born.

At this moment, there were only a few minutes left before the registration began. On the specially set up registration platform in Xi He Square, all the necessary preparations had been made. The last items to be placed on the platform were baskets and baskets of Dian Po waist badges.

Each Dian Po waist badge had a unique number. Once you received the badge, you officially became a participant in the Dian Po Conference, and your hopes would be ignited at that moment.

Time was counting down, and all the young people had their eyes wide open, eagerly awaiting that moment. It was as if a starting line had already been set up in front of them, and from that moment on, they would have to compete and run.

The staff responsible for handling the registration had already taken their seats on the platform. Although the time had not yet arrived, an unintentional "begin" had already been called out from the platform.

The voice was not loud, nor did it have any motivational power, but it was very clear, echoing from one end of the street to the other, ensuring that everyone on the street could hear it.

Those who adhered to the time had no reaction, but more people immediately rushed towards the platform.

Strength and speed. This was just the registration, yet it already showed itself. Many people were bumped and almost fell, but the staff on the platform just watched calmly, with no intention of maintaining order.

Soon, an agile young man was the first to stumble onto the registration platform.

"I, register!" he said proudly.

Being the first to register had no practical significance; it was just a good omen. He had been willing to fight for this, standing silently in the position closest to the registration platform for a day and a night, waiting for this moment.

Because he wanted to be the first.

From the moment of registration, he wanted to be the first, all the way to winning the top spot on the Dian Po list.

And now, he had a perfect start.

"Academy, name," the person sitting in front of him asked, seemingly completely unable to feel his excitement and joy, without even looking up.

Bang!

A dull sound.

Solidly, the sound of a fist hitting a body.

The agile young man who had taken the first place was thrown off the platform by the next person who rushed up, a short but sturdy young man, with a single punch.

"Cang Kong Academy, Zhao Gang!" he answered the question just asked by the person in front of him.

The staff responsible for registration still did not look up, as if they had not heard the sound of the punch, as if they did not know that the first person to rush up had been punched off.

Cang Kong Academy, Zhao Gang.

He immediately recorded this name, then casually picked up a waist badge from the basket next to him, glanced at it, and threw it in front of Zhao Gang.

2921. He wrote this number after Zhao Gang's name.

Zhao Gang, who had smoothly received the waist badge, also saw the number 2921 on the back of the badge.

"Why not one!" he asked, somewhat angrily.

"Who told you it would be one?" The person responsible for registration finally looked up and glanced at the person in front of him, but his gaze quickly moved past Zhao Gang to the next person who had rushed up.

"Academy, name," he said again, as if Zhao Gang had become air in front of him.

"I was the first to register, so I should be number one!" Zhao Gang was not necessarily so attached to being number one, but the indifferent attitude of the other party made him extremely unhappy. In Cang Kong Academy, he was a well-known number one. This time, he had come to Zhi Ling City in Zhi Ling District to participate in the Dian Po Conference to...

Bang!

A dull sound.

Just like the one before, it was a solid sound of a fist hitting a body.

Before Zhao Gang could even finish his thought, his body was already flying. He did not even know where the punch came from or who had thrown it. He flew off the registration platform, landed, and fell to the ground, covered in dust. His left hand instinctively covered his painful right shoulder. Then he saw the young man he had punched off earlier lying next to him in the same position, covering the same part.

The attack was exactly the same, and the distance flown was exactly the same. Who would believe this was not intentional?

"Who was it?" Zhao Gang angrily stood up from the ground, showing quite good resistance to physical attacks.

On the platform, a red-clad girl was standing in front of the registration table.

Everyone looked at Zhao Gang for a moment, then at the girl on the platform.

"Zhai Feng Academy, Su Tang," the girl said, not even glancing at Zhao Gang.

Was it this frail little girl who punched me off? Zhao Gang found it hard to believe, but looking at the expressions of the others, it seemed to be true. Although their expressions varied, they all told him the same thing: the girl who had punched him off was this little girl.

A similar waist badge was thrown in front of Su Tang. As she picked it up, she asked, "Can I register for someone else?"

"No," the person opposite still answered without looking up.

Su Tang showed a regretful expression, turned to shake her head at someone in the crowd below, and then walked down from the side of the registration platform.

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Hey, it's already past midnight, so I'll quickly update a bit for everyone to see. There's more to come, so everyone can check it out tomorrow morning! (To be continued...)

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