"The number of these Demon Cores is so large, could it be that Chu Fengmian really has the potential to break Zhi Lingtian’s record?"
In the hearts of the crowd, this was the foremost thought.
Zhi Lingtian is the current myth of the Wusheng Martial Arts Academy, having been the undisputed top talent during the entry assessment.
And now, fifteen years later, the current Zhi Lingtian has become the number one talent in the Wusheng Kingdom and the strongest among the younger generation, hailed as a legendary figure.
In the eyes of many, perhaps Zhi Lingtian’s legend would remain unbroken until his death.
But the emergence of Chu Fengmian was unimaginable to everyone, especially since Chu Fengmian had already broken Zhi Lingtian’s record in the first assessment with the Martial Arts Stone.
Now in this second assessment, Chu Fengmian had just taken out a storage bag full of Demon Cores worth two thousand eight hundred Contribution Points, and he had just produced two more fully packed storage bags.
The quantity might truly be enough to surpass Zhi Lingtian.
"It’s over, isn’t it?"
The white-haired elder stared dumbfounded at the Demon Cores Chu Fengmian had poured out and only spoke after a long while.
"Then I shall begin the count."
"Is it over? It seems like there’s a bit left."
Chu Fengmian’s face showed a trace of confusion, as if he were pondering something, and took out another storage bag.
Seeing Chu Fengmian take out another storage bag, the hearts of many Martial Artists were about to break.
Just how many beast demons had Chu Fengmian slain? Could it be that he had killed all the beast demons on this desolate island?
So many beast demons, even if they lined up for Chu Fengmian to kill, Chu Fengmian might not be able to do it.
The number of Demon Cores poured out this time was not many, just over thirty.
Yet, this batch of Demon Cores was much larger than those Chu Fengmian had initially taken out.
The Spiritual Power emanating from them was also of a different level.
Countless Martial Artists, staring at the Demon Cores poured out by Chu Fengmian, were dumbfounded. The scene was silent, with only the sound of continuous swallowing.
"These... are they all... above the seventh level of the Body Forging Realm?"
A Martial Artist asked, dumbstruck.
The people then realized.
These thirty-plus Demon Cores were all from beasts above the seventh level of the Body Forging Realm.
Among them, the largest few were concentrated with Spiritual Power to the extreme.
Demon Cores at the peak of the Body Forging Realm.
Chu Fengmian was actually able to hunt even the beasts at the peak of the Body Forging Realm.
"Elder, please count them."
Chu Fengmian said with a smile.
This batch of Demon Cores was actually what Chu Fengmian had slain himself, the rest he had snatched from the hands of his Qing Alliance Disciples.
However, the Demon Cores Chu Fengmian had taken out were only a small portion, for he had taken the Demon Cores from nearly two hundred Martial Artists of the Qing Alliance.
Handing them all over to the Martial Arts Academy was too much of a loss, so Chu Fengmian was planning to sell the rest at a good price to exchange for medicinal pills.
"I said it before, someone capable of defeating me couldn’t be so worthless."
Lin Mozhu’s lips curled into a smile.
Such a person could become his, Lin Mozhu’s, worthy rival, the one he would pursue.
"With so many Demon Cores, could it be that Cheng Kong, the Qing Alliance, really died at the hands of this kid?"
Ao Wuming looked at the Demon Cores brought out by Chu Fengmian, a terrifying thought arising in his mind.
Using his power alone, it was absolutely impossible to hunt and kill so many monsters. The only possibility for obtaining so many Demon Cores was one: that Chu Fengmian had killed other Martial Artists and taken the Demon Cores from their hands.
Considering the grudge between Chu Fengmian and Cheng Kong, not to mention the Green Alliance,
there was little need for guesswork as to where Chu Fengmian’s Demon Cores had come from.
"Green Alliance Disciples, how many people have died at the hands of Chu Fengmian?"
Ao Wuming shuddered as he looked at the Demon Cores Chu Fengmian had taken out.
This young genius was unexpectedly so decisive in his killing, even cruel. To provoke Chu Fengmian was to likely fall into an endless abyss of calamity.
In his heart, Ao Wuming quickly thought that no matter what, he must not provoke Chu Fengmian in the future.
Qu Wuyin remained silent, yet the surprise in her eyes laid bare all that she was thinking.
"Cheng Kong, the second son of the Cheng family, and those Martial Artists from the Green Alliance, they must have fallen at the hands of this lad."
The elder with white hair looked at Chu Fengmian with a somewhat unusual gaze.
Cheng Kong and the Green Alliance Martial Artists were all dead. Now, seeing the numerous Demon Cores Chu Fengmian had produced, it was clear to him.
It must have been Chu Fengmian who killed those Green Alliance Martial Artists; otherwise, it would be impossible to have so many Demon Cores.
"Elder, please count them."
Chu Fengmian said calmly as he spoke again.
The elder with white hair, upon hearing Chu Fengmian’s voice, finally eased his mood.
The examination had to continue.
The elder proceeded to pick up the Demon Cores one by one, constantly calculating something.
Typically, it would take a Martial Artist only about five minutes to come up with a result.
But with Chu Fengmian, an hour had passed, and the white-haired elder’s forehead was already beaded with sweat before he finally looked up.
Verifying so many Demon Cores was no easy task.
The number of these Demon Cores had almost reached a thousand, a quantity that exceeded the combined total of all Martial Artists from previous years.
"In total, thirteen thousand Contribution Points," the white-haired elder announced loudly.
Thirteen thousand points.
Upon hearing this number, everyone on the scene first pinched themselves to confirm the reality of it.
"Thirteen thousand points!"
"This number surpasses the record held by Zhi Lingtian by more than double!"
"Is Chu Fengmian even human? How could he possibly have so many Demon Cores!"
Countless Martial Artists conversed in disbelief.
The figure was simply astonishing.
The three among the four great geniuses, Lin Mozhu, Ao Wuming, and Qu Wuyin, all failed to outdo Chu Fengmian’s monster-hunting count combined.
"Impossible, how could a Martial Artist hunt so many monsters within seven days!"
The Martial Artist from the Chu family who had been mocking earlier shouted loudly.
"Cheating, this lad must be cheating; he must have prepared a large number of Demon Cores in advance, that’s why there are so many!"
"Exactly, this lad has definitely cheated! Strip him of his qualifications and expel him from the academy!"
Other Martial Artists from the Chu and Cheng families also began shouting loudly.
The noise even grew louder and higher.
In their hearts, they could never believe that Chu Fengmian could have possibly hunted so many monsters, and something fishy must have been going on.