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On the other hand.

Li Siyi said, "So, have you remembered when we first joined the sect together?"

"Is it really that memorable?" Su Luo thought it was quite ordinary.

"Of course."

Li Siyi continued reminiscing about the past.

Little Yu occasionally chimed in with a comment.

Meanwhile, Jiang Ningshu listened quietly, realizing that Su Luo had been like that back then.

Nangong Xiyun sat in the overseer's seat, wishing she could join them.

But there was no helping it—she still had to oversee the entrance examination.

Yet, Li Siyi and Su Luo's lively conversation once again drew everyone's attention.

Gossip never goes out of style.

Some pretended to watch the competition, but their sidelong glances kept drifting toward Su Luo.

Jealousy? No—more like curiosity. Who is this guy? I want to give him a gift.

But no matter what they thought, Su Luo and the others carried on as usual.

In the end, Lin Jiaqiang emerged victorious in the entrance examination.

Yet, the audience seemed to half-heartedly clap, their attention still fixated on Su Luo.

No helping it—the bandaged man exuded mystery. So intriguing.

Lin Jiaqiang felt utterly dissatisfied. He had performed beyond expectations, but the reaction wasn’t what he’d hoped for.

He glanced at Su Luo, baffled. What’s so interesting about people chatting and laughing? He didn’t get it.

Nangong Xiyun announced the overall ranking for the entrance examination—first place, Lin Jiaqiang.

At that moment, Lin Jiaqiang loudly declared, "Elder Nangong! I have a request."

"Speak."

"I’d like to invite that older brother up here for a spar."

Lin Jiaqiang raised his voice even louder, pointing directly at Su Luo.

The audience was stunned—was this kid really that bold?

But soon, their expressions shifted to amusement. If he could actually get the bandaged man on stage...

Lin Jiaqiang, we hereby crown you the "Kid King."

Su Luo was equally bewildered. Out of all these people, why point at me?

Nangong Xiyun couldn’t make sense of it either. What did this have to do with Su Luo?

She asked, "Why do you make this request?"

Lin Jiaqiang, now the center of attention, smiled. This was more like it.

But it still wasn’t enough.

"This older brother may seem unremarkable, but he must be incredibly strong. I want to see for myself."

Unremarkable?

Seriously? He’s covered in bandages—how can you even tell?

But none of the spectators objected. Instead, they cheered from the sidelines.

"Hmph, no. He’s not a member of the Seven Stars Sword Sect. If you insist on a spar, I’ll assign someone else."

Nangong Xiyun casually pointed to a nearby disciple.

She doubted Su Luo would be interested in this sort of thing and didn’t want the kid bothering him.

Lin Jiaqiang was only fifteen, after all—no need to take it too seriously.

"Older brother, would you come up and spar with me?" Lin Jiaqiang addressed Su Luo directly.

He wanted to see just how strong this person who stole his spotlight really was.

Li Siyi chuckled, "What do you say?"

"Isn’t this a bit unfair? Bullying a kid—I’d lose face."

"Fair point." Li Siyi prepared to reject Lin Jiaqiang’s request.

But Su Luo suddenly changed his tone, "Then again, I never cared about face to begin with."

With that, he strode forward. "Sure."

Su Luo looked at Lin Jiaqiang with amusement, intrigued by his audacity.

Lin Jiaqiang didn’t let his guard down. He couldn’t gauge Su Luo’s strength, and the man seemed entirely ordinary.

But he wouldn’t underestimate an adult.

Su Luo asked, "I’m curious—why challenge me? You don’t think I’m weak, do you?"

"Because you stole my spotlight."

"Uh..."

Su Luo hadn’t expected that answer—or for him to say it outright.

Lin Jiaqiang continued, "I love being the center of attention. When I’m around, I want to be the brightest star."

"Hahaha."

"Is that funny?" Lin Jiaqiang tilted his head in confusion.

"No, I think it’s a great mindset." Su Luo wasn’t mocking him—he genuinely admired the ambition. "But have you considered what happens if you lose? You won’t be so dazzling then."

"Even in defeat, I’ll make it spectacular. Please enlighten me."

Lin Jiaqiang launched his attack.

But to Su Luo, it was all too amateurish.

Still, he hadn’t stepped forward to crush the kid’s spirit. He wanted to see what Lin Jiaqiang was capable of.

The audience eagerly watched, curious about the bandaged man’s skills—what made Elder Li so fond of him?

Lin Jiaqiang fought with everything he had, his moves bold and flashy, even improvising some techniques for added flair.

And they still packed a punch.

But soon, the gap between them became painfully clear.

Lin Jiaqiang didn’t falter, focusing solely on his assault.

The crowd began cheering for him.

Hearing this, he grew even more exhilarated.

This was exactly the feeling he craved.

But Su Luo decided it was time to end it.

"You like shining bright? Let me teach you a move that really dazzles."

Su Luo spread his fingers and placed them at his temples.

"Solar Fist!"

A blinding white light erupted.

Even in broad daylight, the world turned whiter than white.

"Ahhh! My eyes!"

"I can’t see! I can’t see anything!"

Even the spectators were affected.

Su Luo casually tossed Lin Jiaqiang out of the arena.

"You lose."

Lin Jiaqiang slowly opened his eyes, sighing in resignation. Sure, he loved the spotlight—but not like this.

Just as Su Luo was about to step off the stage, a crowd suddenly swarmed in.

Xie Feiran carried a massive vat of fine wine, announcing, "Congratulations to all new members of the Seven Stars Sword Sect! The examination is over—now it’s time to celebrate!"

"Your seniors have prepared food and drink for everyone. Let’s feast!"

In an instant, the arena transformed into a banquet hall.

Under the guidance of the senior disciples, the festivities began in earnest.

Xie Feiran approached Su Luo, grinning. "Cheers!"

Su Luo found it all rather baffling, but he played along, clinking cups and drinking.

Xie Feiran moved on to the next person after a single toast.

Then another approached Su Luo, "Brother, you’re too handsome—let me toast you."

Su Luo accepted another cup, drinking despite his confusion.

The man left just as quickly, looking thoroughly satisfied.

"Those bandages are stylish—where’d you get them?"

"Bro, that move earlier was sick. Let’s spar sometime."

"Heh, bottoms up!"

Su Luo found himself bombarded with toasts, downing over a dozen cups in quick succession.

He was utterly lost. Why were these strangers so fixated on him, an outsider?

And what kind of reasons were these for toasting someone?

Jiang Ningshu stood nearby, equally bewildered. She had been beside Su Luo, but the crowd kept growing.

Though each person left after a single drink, she couldn’t get close to him now.

Since when was the Seven Stars Sword Sect this hospitable?

Jiang Ningshu didn’t understand, but she was thoroughly impressed.