Eleven City, outside the rental office.
A group of students surrounded Wang Hao and Qian Wanyang, their expressions filled with extreme anger.
"Kid, apologize quickly or we'll all attack together. Even if you have a mecha, it won't be of any use."
"I'm telling you, I'm an elite student from a third-level planet. My cultivation has reached Martial Master Level 7. Do you know what happens if you provoke me!?"
"An elite student from a third-level planet!? Brother, you must be kidding!?"
"Yeah! Aren't all the elite students from third-level planets supposed to go to the main campus!? What are you doing here!?"
"Ahem, the rules of this competition have changed, so I didn't earn many points."
"And you still call yourself an elite student!?"
"Don't worry about those minor details, let's deal with this kid!"
"Exactly, if this kid doesn't kneel and beg for mercy today, we must turn him into a Level 10 cripple."
"......"
