Chapter 511

Hearing this, Xu Juan couldn't help but laugh and said:

"Professor Jiang, you say that, you don't care for the later hundred thousand contribution points?"

"Indeed, a bit."

Jiang Cheng answered truthfully.

After all, he has several sources of income, gaining contribution points each month, totaling up to not far from fifty thousand.

A hundred thousand contribution points is just a matter of two or three months.

"Not bad, pretty good."

Xu Juan nodded approvingly, "Do your best to strive for a top-three placement, ideally first place, but you should know without me reminding you that getting into the top three is no easy feat."

"Yes, I will do my utmost."

Jiang Cheng said.

Though he said that, inside he still had great confidence in himself.

Because as a level-ten Force Warrior or level-ten Spirit Thought Master, he is the unsurpassable ceiling of this realm.

Moreover, thanks to the panel, these combat skills are etched into his bones, completely instinctive, so there's no issue of failing to perform them in the moment.

As for those opponents.

Unless they too have no weaknesses like him, otherwise, as time passes, the scales of victory will gradually tilt toward him.

If such a person truly exists, then it will inevitably be a bitter battle, and who will win first place will also depend on luck.

"I can tell you're very confident."

Xu Juan smiled, "Well, I look forward to you reaching this step. By the way, have you encountered any problems in your cultivation? I happen to have some time now, so if you have any, you can bring them up."

Jiang Cheng, hearing that, felt a mix of laughter and tears.

Like the leader, the principal also means well.

Moreover, if others knew about this opportunity, they'd be jealous and wouldn't have time to envy.

Unfortunately, he doesn't need it.

"This, for now I haven't encountered it; if I do someday, I'll ask you for advice, Principal." Jiang Cheng laughed and said.

"Sure."

Xu Juan agreed; Jiang Cheng has great potential, said he could become Supreme in the future, which might be a bit inappropriate, after all she herself isn't Supreme yet, but becoming a high-level Grandmaster is certainly no problem; as principal, she can also spare some time to devote to him.

"Do you have any other questions? If so, bring them up; if not, then our talk ends here. You've gone through three matches in a row, you must be a bit tired—go rest awhile."

"Indeed, there is a problem." Jiang Cheng's heart stirred.

He was about to find someone to ask about Sun Tong's strength; the most suitable person is right before him now—if not now, when would he ask?

"Oh? You mean Sun Tong?"

Hearing Jiang Cheng's words, Xu Juan replied without hesitation: "He is a fifth-level Spirit Master; in the Sun Clan, he belongs to the stronger batch in combat ability, and only the previous generation of the Sun family is stronger than him."

"Fifth-level Spirit Master!"

Jiang Cheng's pupils constricted sharply.

Indeed, he is a fifth-level Spirit Master.

Exactly the same strength as the person who ambushed him that time.

Is it a coincidence?

Or is it really him?

Recalling the feeling of familiarity during their fight, Jiang Cheng's inner unease grew stronger and stronger.

"What's wrong?"

Xu Juan also sensed something and asked with concern.

"Oh, nothing much, just curious to inquire a bit; it's getting late, so I won't disturb the principal."

Jiang Cheng said this, rose from the sofa, and walked out.

"This kid is lying."

Watching Jiang Cheng's back, Xu Juan narrowed her eyes.

What exactly is he hiding?

Meanwhile, in another office.

Sun Tong looked at Sun Bo before him and anxiously explained: "Big brother, that was just a momentary carelessness; I underestimated that kid. If we fight again, I can definitely defeat him and keep him from making it to the finals!"

"Do you believe what you're saying?" Sun Bo asked.

Sun Tong froze for a moment, then his face flushed red.

Yes, he knows better than anyone: unless he can settle Jiang Cheng with his psychic weapon, once the fight goes into close combat, no matter how many times they rematch, he could never be Jiang Cheng's opponent.

But there's nothing he can do; as a fifth-level Spirit Master, when he clashes with an enemy, his first move is to use his psychic weapon to take them out; if even that fails to affect the opponent, he can only retreat.

Of course, this is without counting various treasures; the actual combat process is far more complex than in the Virtual Combat System.

"Big brother, I admit that if we fight again, I might not necessarily defeat him, but he also couldn't just overwhelm me."

Sun Tong explained.

"As a fifth-level Grandmaster, to say such things about dealing with a first-level Grandmaster truly shames me." Sun Bo flared up.

"Big brother, if it were in reality, without interference from various treasures, I wouldn't even need a second to take him out—but that's not in the Virtual Combat System, is it? Not even if you were a fifth-level Grandmaster, even a Supreme would have their strength capped at level ten."

Sun Tong felt utterly wronged.

"Enough."

Sun Bo also knew that continuing to haggle over this would be pointless; after all, what's done is done, and saying anything won't help.

"What do you think, how far can that kid go in the upcoming finals round with his ability?"

Sun Tong paused, thought seriously, and said: "If he doesn't run into the strongest few, he might still pass the first round and enter the second; if he does meet them, he'll be eliminated outright in the first round."

Can he still make it to the second round?

Sun Bo's face immediately darkened a bit.

In his view, a guy who should have been eliminated in the first round actually made it to the finals—utterly ridiculous—and yet Sun Tong still asks, "Can he get into the second round?"

That's practically a top-ten finish, isn't it?

"Big brother, this is ideal, an ideal situation," Sun Tong hurriedly said: "Most likely, this kid will be eliminated in the first round; a small chance, he could reach the second round; but certainly, he will be eliminated then."

Sun Bo, hearing that, took a deep breath.

"I hope it's as you say."

He also clearly knows that Jiang Cheng's victory over Sun Tong wasn't luck but real strength; as long as he performs normally from now on, the rankings Sun Tong achieved in previous years, Jiang Cheng can certainly match—and possibly surpass.

"Big brother, after this Grand Competition ends, how about we..."

Sun Tong made a throat-slashing gesture.

It's almost been a month since that day; even if they make a move now, nobody would likely suspect them.

"We'll decide then."

Sun Bo narrowed his eyes.

Jiang Cheng is currently only a Level One Grandmaster, but even he could handle Sun Tong in a one-on-one fight.

But Jiang Cheng's performance in today's match truly shocked him.

Imagine if Jiang Cheng's cultivation were a bit higher—if he also reached Level Three, in a one-on-one he would likely not be a match.

What if he reached Level Five?

I'm afraid even Sun Tong before us would no longer be a match.

(End of chapter)