Today was the day for the exchange meeting between Sela Royal Academy and the Capital’s University of Science and Technology at Blue Star, and after days of simmering public discourse, many people were paying attention to this event.
And the tumultuous referendum results of the Heluo Star System would not be revealed until five days later.
Anyone with clear sight could see that this was a gradually intensifying media onslaught.
The defeat of the Capital’s University of Science and Technology had not yet completely dissipated when Heluo Star System promptly followed suit.
During this time, Li Ming occasionally glanced at the star network; two major news stories, along with various derivative news pieces, were emerging endlessly.
The profiles of various students, backgrounds, or even recaps of Wu Yanqing’s prior actions and his life story were all over the place.
The University of Science and Technology’s sports stadium, covering a vast area, could simultaneously accommodate twenty thousand people.
However, even though today was a day of keen interest, there weren’t many people here except for reporters from various media and students scattered loosely in clusters.
"Knowing they’d be trampled underfoot, naturally, they wouldn’t come to endure such humiliation," Youke said, flanked by two people, one on each side.
"I hate that Sain, always engaging in plots and schemes," the person on the left, tall and straight, said with a face full of disgust, "I feel like an idiot just watching the videos online."
"A fair fight, but sending away E and F-level life forms, despicable."
"It’s Blue Star, closest to us and with whom we have the most friction; naturally, they push them as hard as they can," said the stocky person on the right, "Besides, isn’t it good to see them gritting their teeth in frustration?"
Youke remained silent; from a young age, everything he did was for political gain.
This time was no different; he was used to it and didn’t mind.
At the edge of the stadium, Roth started, turned his head, and looked surprised, "Li Ming, what are you doing here?"
Li Ming was wearing sunglasses, a simple disguise, as he was also one of the many focal points on the star network.
"What’s the situation now? Where are Qi Xing and the others?" Li Ming asked.
"It’s this situation. Youke, Midunson, and Balkan, each term’s strongest versus our term’s strongest," Roth pointed towards a few distant figures.
"Since you’re still not a D-level life form, it’s my turn to continue."
"As for them, they didn’t want to witness this scene, so none of them came," Roth said with a helpless smile, "You shouldn’t have come either; we all misjudged, there’s very little online criticism about you."
Li Ming shrugged; he had noticed this while screening the news himself.
Mainly because he really carried many buffs: orphan, poor background, bullied at school, and a nominal city guard.
When you berate him, think about how different you are from those school bullies?
Do you have a mom to turn to when you feel wronged? What about him?
Similar comments were numerous, and many rational analysts started from Li Ming, explaining that this year’s situation was drastically different, theorizing that Sela Civilization feared Li Ming, thus not engaging in low-level life form contests.
This resulted in his negative news being incredibly scarce.
"Can you win?" Li Ming asked, noting a stage in the center where, after defeating an opponent, if a new challenger stepped up, you would have to defeat the new challenger.
To avoid continuous challenges, there were at most three challengers, each with a rest interval of no more than one hour.
Simple and casual, after all, under the guise of friendly exchange, it couldn’t possibly enforce a strict competition format.
Yet, it implied cruelty, with a victory in a defending match meaning a crushing defeat.
"Not likely," Roth chuckled sadly, "Youke’s development rate is probably close to 30%, mine’s only 3%, no way can I win."
"No way, can’t win but still..." Roth was talking to himself, stopping abruptly midway, surprised as he looked at Li Ming.
His brow furrowed tightly, with a hint of dismay, "When did you become a D-level life form?"
E level fighting D level, Roth thought Li Ming wasn’t crazy enough for that, coupled with the latter’s abrupt visit.
The only possibility was that Li Ming was already a D-level life form.
But his rate of development was too fast, by his original estimation, Li Ming should not be more than E-level 95%. How did he become a D-level life form?
"Recently," Li Ming said ambiguously.
Even so, Roth’s face showed no joy, his expression fluctuated, and he said in a low voice, "No one knows now, you didn’t have to show up."
Even as a D-level life form, he couldn’t match Youke; better not to participate and retain the name of being unmatched at E level.
However, remembering his own past defeat, Roth hesitated then advised, "He is also a dual-Element D-level gene seed tailored by Yitelan. You might want to wait until I’m defeated before deciding whether to fight."
Before Li Ming could respond, Chancellor Chen and Sain rose together in the stands, their voices echoing throughout the stadium—
"The exchange conference officially begins!"
As soon as the words fell, Roth quickly took a step forward.