The youth division competition came to an end, and Lu Chenzhou was undoubtedly the dark horse.
At lunch, Jiang Jiao and Wu Tianshi came over to Ji Xuantong's table.
"Old Ji, you've taken on a great disciple."
Ji Xuantong was smug inside, but on the surface he remained modest:
"Your true inheritance disciples aren't bad either."
"Is Lu Chenzhou still in regular high school?"
"He's transferred to a Martial Arts School, at Dragon City High School Su City Campus."
"That's good. He's wasted in an ordinary high school."
Lu Chenzhou had given them enough face by not instantly KO'ing their true inheritance disciples, so naturally, the two came over to express their thanks. Not long after, Rickett came as well. He stuck out his palm, big as a fan, and shook hands with Ji Xuantong.
"Ji, this time you win."
"Hahaha, it was a good match, good match."
Rickett's fierce eyes turned to Lu Chenzhou.
"Young man, very impressive."
This was genuine praise for his opponent.
