The Archery Range fell silent, the only sound the nervous gulping of the gathered students. Jiang Qiu turned, strolled away, and placed his long spear on the wooden rack with both hands.
Liu Yong stood rooted to the spot like a dead tree, his wide eyes fixed on the younger boy's departing back, his fingers twitching uncontrollably.
Everyone understood the principle that there was always someone better.
His father had often said that the students in the Prodigy Project were the top geniuses from Gao Yuan City's best high schools. They all practiced Spear and Bow Dual Cultivation, and their talent was extraordinary.
Even First Middle School had geniuses selected for the Prodigy Project, and he had lost to them back in junior high.
'But why couldn't I believe that Eighth Middle School could produce a peerless genius?'
