"How much?!" Shen Wei's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "37.9?! What have you been eating?!"
Yu Peiling covered her mouth, Zeng Bonan's good-natured face was etched with shock, and Qin Rui's pupils contracted as his hand subconsciously tightened on his sword hilt.
Tana jumped to her feet. "Oh my God! Isn't that a little too insane?! A Level 37.9 sophomore?!"
A Level of 37.9 wasn't just a lead; it was a chasm-like gap.
After all, most graduates from Martial Arts Universities couldn't even hope to reach that level.
And Xu Wuyi was only a sophomore!
"I had some fortuitous encounters in the West Desert, plus there was a significant investment of resources," Xu Wuyi explained simply.
Everyone looked at each other, momentarily at a loss for words.
Envy? Shock? Perhaps both, but more than anything, it was the realization that this peer had already left them a full step behind.
"Well, there's no suspense now," Shen Wei said, clicking his tongue and shaking his head with a sigh.
