"That’s right."
Qian Duoduo nodded. "The guy’s a fanatic. His obsession is winning the ’Qiming General Star’ title. Since he couldn’t get it, he’s been intentionally holding himself back from graduating. The first year, he only made it to the top one hundred. The second year, he broke into the top sixty-four, and the third year, the top sixteen. Unfortunately, he had the bad luck of losing to last year’s ’Qiming General Star’. This is his fourth year competing. No one knows how much stronger he’s gotten in the past year. But one thing’s for sure—his combat experience is far greater than anyone else’s here."
After hearing Qian Duoduo’s analysis, grave expressions appeared on the faces of Sun He, Shi Potian, and the others.
Whether it was Chen Tian, Liu Feixu, or the mysterious Zhou Qi, any one of them alone was a top-tier genius capable of dominating an entire generation of competitors.
And now, they were all gathering in the same arena.
"So... what about anyone in the Control Realm?"
Sun He couldn’t help but ask the most critical question.
Qian Duoduo spread his hands, a knowing, ’I-knew-you’d-ask’ smile on his face.
"Not a single one."
His voice was filled with certainty. "I’ve checked every channel, including the top intelligence organizations on the black market. Among all the contestants this year, the highest Slaughter Realm attainment is the ’Perfection in three disciplines’ achieved by those three. As for the Control Realm, no one has reached it. Not a single person."
After he finished speaking, he cast a meaningful glance at Qin Feng, who had been silent beside him the entire time.
Everyone present also tacitly turned their gazes to Qin Feng.
Everyone at Qiming First High School knew that Qin Feng had reached dual Control.
Yet on the entire planet of Qiming, not a single other person had reached Control.
The gap between them was beyond what words could describe.
Qin Feng listened to all of Qian Duoduo’s analysis, then just gave a slight nod and said calmly, "Understood."
He already had a clear picture in his mind.
In fact, he didn’t even need Qian Duoduo’s intel. With his current strength, he could see many things clearly for himself.
His gaze swept casually across the entire venue.
This was no longer simple "looking," but a near-instinctive combat perception, honed over a full year of continuous slaughter on the battlefields of Purgatory-VII Planet.
His gaze passed over the stands for Golden Dragon Martial High School.
In that sea of gold and red, he could clearly sense an aura.
The aura was domineering and scorching, like a dormant volcano. Within it, an indomitable spear Intent intertwined with a grand and sweeping Will.
’That must be Chen Tian.’
Immediately after, his gaze shifted toward the section for Dubhe Martial High School.
There, he also caught a unique aura.
That aura was sharp yet restrained, like a peerless sword hidden in its scabbard, carrying a hint of the cold, fleeting quality of winter snow.
’That would be Liu Feixu.’
Finally, his gaze paused for a moment on an unremarkable, almost forgotten corner of the stadium.
In the stands of an ordinary high school, with only a few dozen students, he sensed a completely different aura.
This aura was neither domineering nor sharp. Instead, it was like a stubborn rock that had been worn smooth by a river for a thousand years—ordinary on the surface, but containing an ultimate, condensed toughness and weight within. The fist Intent it carried had the quality of time itself.
Without a doubt, that was the veteran student who had held himself back for three years, Zhou Qi.
Qin Feng slowly retracted his gaze. He now had the most direct understanding of the top-tier Combat Power in this year’s tournament.
’Qian Duoduo’s intel was spot-on.’