Competition Among Peers

Braydon Neal turned around and rubbed Colton Jansky's head, ruffling his hair into a chicken nest.

The contestant he was talking about was Channing Lestrange.

This extremely dangerous young expert had definitely opened his spiritual aperture and killed the two self-destructing sovereign pinnacles with one palm.

How strong was he?

Braydon was unable to make an assessment.

However, one thing was certain. Channing had registered to participate in the summit.

How many people there were like Channing?

No one could give an accurate number.

Lazlo Abbott said softly, "As far as I know, many old guys who cultivate in seclusion have sent their successors to the capital. None of them are weak. They don't care about the rewards from the capital. What they care about is the rankings!"

"Rankings can't be eaten!"

The little fool mumbled.