Throughout the entire day, Chen Ming didn't know how many martial artists he had "defeated." He was numb to it all, as no matter if they were of Ninth Grade, Eighth Grade, or Seventh Grade, none could withstand his single palm strike.
Toward the end, he couldn't even bother to check the prompts popping up, so he simply ignored them.
Finally, by evening, as the sky began to darken, there were still many people waiting in line outside. Quite a few had come directly with their luggage, afraid of missing the registration.
Gu Junrong and Wang Mingkai, with much persuasion, repeatedly assured that registration could continue the following day before finally dispersing the crowd.
Today's registration work was finally over.
"Thank you all for your hard work."
Chen Ming said to all the staff present.
"It wasn't hard."
"Second Young Master, you're too courteous."
"It's what we should do..."
"..."
