Super War God in the City

"Please go ahead!" Jiang Wen said to Zuo Zhengqing, his tone nonchalant.

"You first. We didn't get a chance to familiarize ourselves with this yesterday; it wouldn't be right for me to go first!" Zuo Zhengqing replied lightly.

He was also cautious, knowing he certainly could not outrun this guy and worried that the other might trip him from behind. If he was behind, he might be able to run a bit further.

Jiang Wen snorted softly but didn't care, "Suit yourself!"

At that moment, Qi He, Wu Rao, Zhong Rong, and Zheng Yu all arrived but didn't move too far forward, knowing the outcome that Su Qiong and the others faced and preferring to avoid an awkward situation.

Qi He and Wu Rao had not wanted to come, but they were worried something might go wrong with these individuals. People from the Secular World were already ostracized, and these few were also not in sync with the others.

Zhong Rong and Zheng Yu exchanged glances and both went to place their bets at the wealthy families' booth, both betting on Zuo Zhengqing to lose.

At this point, everyone subconsciously assumed that the last to appear must be remarkable, resulting in high betting odds.

Mainly, everyone could indeed see that Su Qiong and her group didn't mesh well with others. They thought that anyone daring enough to stand against the majority must possess significant strength.

"Are you guys insane, betting that kid won't make it past fifty feet?" the bookkeeper asked in confusion.

"Heh, isn't this all just a gamble on luck? Just for fun!" Zhong Rong and Zheng Yu chuckled, then stood aside to watch the show.

The two looked at Zuo Zhengqing and inwardly ridiculed, "If this kid makes it past fifty feet that'll be a surprise, maybe ten feet is more like it!"

Seeing this, a few others nearby curiously followed suit and also bet on Zuo Zhengqing not getting far.

"Heh heh, just for a bit of fun, and who knows, hitting the jackpot would be quite a windfall, right? It's no big loss even if we lose!" several other casual bettors laughed.

"Damn, you bunch of lunatics, just donating money to us elites, right? We'll take it all!" a student managing the elite bets said irritably.

Standing among the crowd, Wu Rao sighed inwardly. She had heard about the thunderstorm on Shennong Peak the other day, and with these circumstances, Ling Fan had not returned; it seemed the outlook was grim.

Qi He also felt heavy-hearted, as the assessment was nearly over and that guy still hadn't shown up; the situation seemed bleak!

"Sister Qiong, the boss might miss the assessment!" Jiang Shi whispered, his face filled with concern.

Fan Zhan and Zhou Siyu were also somewhat silent; if something truly had happened to Ling Fan, it would be a devastating blow for them.

"Perk up, we need to get through this part first. Ling Fan will come back!" Su Qiong said firmly.

"Yeah!" Fan Zhan and the others nodded.

At this moment, Jiang Wen was the first to step onto the steel cable bridge. With a move of his body, he 'whooshed' forward rapidly.

Just as Zuo Zhengqing lifted his foot onto the bridge, the violent shaking from Jiang Wen's rapid sprint scared him into hastily retreating his foot.

This scene left the spectators dumbfounded, and the old students watching were a bit taken aback. Since the start of the assessment, they hadn't seen such an entrant, this kind of situation!

"What are you dilly-dallying for? If you don't get on it now, your qualifications will be canceled, and you'll be sent directly to the Reserve Forces!" Liang Dang couldn't help but speak out.

He held no hope for the few useless ones Qi He had brought in; whether they assessed or not, the result would be the same!

They simply couldn't pass. If not for procedural needs, he couldn't even bother standing here, wasting time for a few good-for-nothings.

Zuo Zhengqing's body trembled, and gritting his teeth, he stepped onto the bridge. His cultivation was low, he hadn't gotten familiar with it beforehand, and the severe shaking of the cable made him walk timidly and cautiously.

"Damn, what is this idiot doing?" the old students watching exclaimed in surprise.

Compared to Jiang Wen's brisk and fluent stride, Zuo Zhengqing looked like a baby just learning to walk, tottering and trembling as he crawled.

Su Qiong and the others' hearts were in their throats, nervously sweating for Zuo Zhengqing and silently cheering him on!

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Wen had already nearly reached the first Fire Wall, having sprinted almost a hundred feet; Zuo Zhengqing had barely walked out a dozen feet.

"What the hell, does this guy have acrophobia? Is he here to make us laugh? Can't he move faster than a turtle?" the veteran students watching couldn't help but blurt out, as if they had discovered a new continent.

"This class of freshmen seems to have a surprise in store!" the crowd exclaimed, their eyes lighting up.

Wu Rao turned her head away, too embarrassed to watch any longer, as Zuo Zhengqing's performance was painfully dismal.

Zhong Rong and Zheng Yu also silently turned their heads, while Qi He sighed internally, accepting the inevitable embarrassment.

At this moment, Zuo Zhengqing's forehead was covered in cold sweat, barely hanging on. He had walked seventeen zhang, which was his limit.

With another strained step, his foot slipped, and with a cry of 'ah', he fell.

Silence, dead silence filled the arena.

"Did... did I just see things? Can someone tell me how far that guy just walked?" one of the watching senior students stuttered in disbelief.

"Seventeen... seventeen zhang?" another said uncertainly.

"Damn, I thought there was something wrong with my eyes. The worst of the first group managed over thirty zhang, didn't they? Did this guy just break the Zhongnan Academy's test record?" the previous person exclaimed, swallowing hard in shock.

Just then, Jiang Wen had already passed the first Fire Wall and surged over thirty zhang on the second iron chain before falling.

"Damn, is the difference really that big?" Zha You, standing by the side, was stunned.
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"Boss, someone just bet on that kid, and it looks like we're going to lose money!" a minion whispered in Zha You's ear.

Zha You, "....."

"Damn, are these freshmen really messing with us this much, tricking us into a pattern of thought before pulling this stunt?" Zha You suddenly exploded with anger.

"Not sure, maybe it's just a fluke. Do they really have the nerve?" the minion answered timidly.

Zha You paused, thinking it over, which made sense. "Damn it, how much have we lost?"

"Not too much, just about half a month's Elixir revenue for our wealthy family, since quite a few people decided it would be fun and bet on that kid!" the minion replied weakly.

On hearing this, Zha You's eyelid twitched, "Damn, that's not a small amount at all. Shit!"

The family had hundreds of members, each of whom had to contribute certain resources monthly, and half a month's supply of Elixirs was not a trivial amount.

If Sect Leader Xiang Hao found out, he would surely berate him fiercely.

"Adjust the odds immediately. Damn it!" Zha You instructed gloomily.

"Brothers, the Zhongnan Academy's entry test record has been broken by this class of freshmen—seventeen zhang into the water, hahaha, isn't that a surprise? Isn't it?" Suddenly, a senior student shouted out, his voice filled with excitement and thrill.

"I bet the next group can't make it twenty zhang. I'm putting half my worth on it!" someone immediately yelled.

Suddenly, many placed their bets, only to see that the bookie had adjusted the odds, making the returns for betting under twenty zhang very low, with little profit to be made.

"Hey, your wealthy family tactics are really shifty, changing the terms just like that!" someone protested discontentedly.

"Big brother, knowing these guys are losers, wouldn't changing it mean bankrupting our family?" the bookie minion said, tears streaming down his face.

"Alright, alright, I always go for high stakes anyway. I'll bet the next group can make it past twenty zhang, just for kicks, haha!" the person said, choosing the option with higher odds this time, leaving the bookie speechless.

"This class of freshmen truly hasn't let us down, creating a miracle. We look forward to the performance of the rest, keep up the good work and break more records, create more glory! Hahaha!" the onlooking crowd suddenly started making a racket, more lively than ever before.

"Yes, yes, break records, create more glory! Break records, create more glory..." Nearly a thousand people unexpectedly shouted in unison, cheering loudly.

Elder Liang Dang's face turned green. These cheers would have been fine if they were for a commendable record, but damn it, Zuo Zhengqing had just set a record for the shortest distance before falling into the water at Zhongnan Academy!

The event could only be described as a monumental disgrace, making him wish he could find a hole to crawl into.

Chao Liang and others looked toward Su Qiong and her group, their faces so dark they seemed about to drip water. These failures had completely disgraced the new students, marking a shame for the entire class!