Zhiling City, West He Street.
The sun had just risen, but there were already many people gathered on the streets. It was the small merchants and peddlers who usually set up stalls on the streets that didn't show their faces today, as if they'd made an appointment.
The residents of West He Street were used to this day: the annual registration day for the Zhiling district's Soul Selection Meet.
There was only one requirement for the Soul Selection Meet: one had to be a student of the Academy. Although the Academy didn't have a mandatory age limit for students, most of them were young men and women under twenty. At this time, from the beginning to the end of the street, there were many youthful faces.
Many of them had already come last night and waited here for an entire night. At this moment, they were still in high spirits and looking forward to it. For too many people, the Soul Selection Meet was enough to change the course of their lives. Those who were unheard of could become famous on the continent, and those who were looked down upon could use this to gain attention. To become an official, to become rich, to possess greater power, to stand at the peak of life … all of these could become reality.
But first, they had to win, and keep on winning.
Competition was cruel.
According to the Soul Selection Ranking set up for the Soul Selection Meet, there were only fifty people in total. But now, just as the sun was rising, the number of people gathered on the streets could be counted in the thousands. This was just the beginning. The registration period for the Soul Selection Meet was three days. There were no less than ten thousand students who came to register every year.
There was no threshold, only identity. Such easy registration conditions caused many younger students to run over to join in on the fun. Newborn calves fearlessly signed their names on life and death contracts.
There were only a few minutes left until the start of registration. All sorts of things had been prepared on the registration stage in West He Square. The last things to be moved onto the stage were baskets after baskets of Soul Selection Badges.
Every Soul Point Waist Token had an exclusive number. After obtaining the waist token, one would officially become a member of the Soul Point Assembly. Hope would also be completely ignited at this moment.
Time was counting down. All the youths had widened their eyes in anticipation of that moment. It was as if a starting line had been set in front of them. From this moment on, they would be competing. They would be running.
The staff responsible for registration had already taken their seats on the stage. It wasn't time yet, but a careless "Begin" sounded from the stage.
His voice wasn't loud and didn't have any inciting power, but it was clear from the street. It went all the way to the end of the street, ensuring that everyone on the street could hear it.
Those who were punctual didn't have time to react at all. However, more people were already rushing towards the stage.
Strength and speed. This was only the registration, but it was already shown. Many people were knocked over and almost fell, but the people on the stage just watched calmly, with no intention of maintaining order.
Very soon. An agile youth was the first to fall onto the registration platform.
"Me, sign up!" he said proudly.
Being the first to sign up didn't have any practical meaning. It was just a beautiful beginning. He was willing to fight for this. He had been standing silently for a day and a night at the closest spot to the registration desk, waiting for this moment.
Because he wanted to be number one.
From the moment he registered, he had to be the first, all the way until he took the first place on the Soul Roll.
And now, he had a perfect start.
"Academy, name." The person sitting in front of him seemed to be completely unable to sense his excitement and joy. He asked without raising his head.
Bang!
A muffled sound.
It was the sound of a fist hitting a body.
The agile youth who took the first place was sent flying. The one who rushed up next was not tall, but very sturdy. However, the sturdy youth sent him flying with a single punch.
"Cangkong College, Zhao Gang!" He answered the question of the person in front of him.
The person in charge of registration still didn't raise his head, as if he didn't hear the punch, as if he didn't know that the first youth who rushed up to the stage had been sent flying.
Cangkong College, Zhao Gang.
He immediately recorded this name. Then, he casually took out a waist tag from the basket beside him, glanced at it, and threw it in front of Zhao Gang.
Two thousand nine hundred and twenty-one. He wrote behind Zhao Gang's name.
Zhao Gang, who successfully got the waist tag, saw the number two thousand nine hundred and twenty-one on the back.
"Why isn't it one!" he asked, a little angry.
"Who told you it would be one?" The person in charge of registration finally raised his head, and finally glanced at the person in front of him. But his gaze quickly went past him, and soon fell on another person who rushed up to the stage behind Zhao Gang.
"Academy, name." He still said the same. Zhao Gang had already become air in front of him.
"I was the first to register, so of course I should be number one!" Zhao Gang wasn't necessarily that stubborn about being number one, but the other's dismissive attitude made him extremely displeased. He was a resounding number one in Cangkong College. He'd come to Zhiling City in the Zhiling quadrant this time to attend the Soul Selection Meeting because …
Bam!
A muffled sound.
It was very similar to the sound from before, and it was the solid sound of a fist hitting a body.
Zhao Gang didn't even have time to finish his thoughts before his body was sent flying. He didn't even know where the punch had come from, or who had punched him. He flew out of the registration stage and landed on the ground, covered in dust. His left hand was already subconsciously covering his right shoulder in pain. He then saw the youth who'd been sent flying by his punch just now fall next to him, in the exact same position, clutching the exact same spot.
The attack had been in the exact same spot, and the distance he'd been sent flying was also the exact same. Who would believe that this punch hadn't been intentional?
"Who is it?" Zhao Gang rose angrily from the ground. His resistance to blows seemed quite good.
On the stage, a girl dressed in red was standing in front of the stage.
Everyone looked at Zhao Gang, then at the girl on the stage.
"Zhenfeng College, Su Tang." The girl was speaking, not even looking at Zhao Gang.
It was this thin and weak girl who'd sent him flying with a single punch? Zhao Gang found it hard to believe, but when he looked at everyone else's expressions, it seemed to be the case. Although the emotions in their eyes were different, they all told him the same thing. It was this girl who'd sent him flying with a single punch.
An identical token was tossed in front of Su Tang. She picked it up and asked, "Can I register someone else?"
"No." The person in front of her still didn't lift his head.
A regretful expression appeared on Su Tang's face as she turned and shook her head at someone in the crowd below. She then walked down from the side of the stage.
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