The Seven Sons of Ao Family

Ling Han's score now ranked seventh, which looked high for now, but when everything ended, it might drop down to 40th or 50th place.

The top ten scores were all very close, differing only be a few hundred, or even a dozen points. Clearly, these were smart people; obtaining ten thousand tokens meant definitely entering top hundred, so what did it matter whether the rank was a bit lower or a bit higher?

The second round of the exam was the key, and it definitely checked one's power; they only had to give it their all on this stage.

Ling Han walked onto a large rock and sat cross-legged. As his right fist trembled lightly, he envisioned the War Elephant Fist; fist after fist circulated, and on his fists appeared indistinct luster of vein-like lines formed from martial intent.

Being idle, he might as well train—how could he waste time?