"Song Yichen?"
Chang Xuekun and Hua Pianran cried out in surprise when they saw the tall, slender man next to them.
Here in Imperial College, all top 10 students received favorable treatment.
Song Yichen, for instance, had only just arrived, but because he was 7th on the billboard, he could stand in the front row.
By now, most of the top 10 students were in the front row.
"Song Yichen, you're here." Hua Pianran gave him a wry smile. "I take it that you killed over 700 calvarymen when you were in there?"
Song Yichen stared at Feng Wu with his cold, unblinking eyes and nodded slightly. "750."
So, if Feng Wu could kill more than 750 men, she would replace Song Yichen and become 7th on the billboard.
Pop, pop —
Feng Wu was using those three stances repeatedly.
Countless men charged at her, only to be decapitated by her Fallen Star Sword.
100, 200, 300…
