91: Chapter 91 Your names shine as brightly as the stars, your achievements are as enduring as the Milky Way!

The 96 candidates facing the Reception Envoy held their breath, and the scene instantly fell silent.

"The top ten are as follows:"

"Zhang Jian, Wang Fei, Wei Donglai, Yan Han, Sun Yu, Zhu Jiurong, and Yue Linyuan from China."

"Ashina from Samarkand."

"Kamishiro Chio from Japan."

"Han Xueyao from Dahan Country."

As the Reception Envoy uttered the final name, a brief, deathly silence fell before the Star Gate.

Then, a massive uproar erupted.

Feelings of loss, resentment, and disbelief swept through the crowd of those who had failed to qualify.

A man dressed in black tactical gear stared fixedly at the names on the leaderboard, gritting his teeth.

"Zhang Jian? Wang Fei? Yan Han? Wei Donglai?"

"Who are these people? Why are they ranked ahead of Zhu Jiurong and Yue Linyuan? Aren't those two the strongest in China?"

"It must be this Zhang Jian! He must have used some cheating method to get their four-person team ranked at the top with such exaggerated points!"

He hissed at the man beside him, "Yamamoto-kun, do you not have any objections?"

Yamamoto Ichiro pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, looking extremely displeased.

"Park Jun-ho-kun, please watch your language!"

Although he hadn't qualified and his mood was terrible, seeing the massive gap in points between him and the others left him feeling utterly helpless.

However, he strongly disagreed with the words of Park Jun-ho from Dahan Country, and with an expression of disgust, he couldn't help but move a few steps away from him.

Without the noisy voice, he felt a bit more at peace.

Yet, looking at the still-shimmering Star Gate, his expression was complex.

"Although I failed this time, fortunately, Kamishiro-san managed to qualify. It means Japan hasn't been completely wiped out. Otherwise, how could we face our hundreds of millions of citizens and the expectations that have been suppressed for five years!"

He sighed.

"We can only blame the fact that China is simply too powerful!"

"Otherwise, even if China had one or two fewer powerhouses, I would still have had a chance!"

He couldn't help but clench his fists, his expression full of resentment.

"Why is this Zhang Jian still in the Dungeon? Is it out of control?"

Beyond the awe in his eyes, a hint of confusion also lingered in his heart.

Beside Zhu Jiurong was Li Yongzhe from Zhongyuan Province, one of the major Chinese Prodigies who was just as famous as Zhu Jiurong and Yue Linyuan.

At this moment, the veins on his neck were about to burst, and his handsome face was twisted and distorted.

"Isn't it said that Long Province is a backwater? Why are four unknown pieces of trash ranked ahead of this Divine-Grade professional, Sun Yu?"

Yet, he lacked the courage to question the Reception Envoy. Upon hearing that Zhang Jian and the others were still in the Dungeon, a sense of malice couldn't help but fester in his heart.

He hissed to himself.

"Trapped? Serves you right!"

"Letting you carry trash—it's best if you die in there!"

Compared to them, most of the others who didn't qualify felt regret and resentment, but they didn't show it.

It wasn't as if they hadn't put in the effort.

But reason told them that they were indeed not as powerful as those on the leaderboard, and they could only helplessly accept the fact.

Compared to the heavy atmosphere of those who failed, the area where the qualifiers stood seemed to radiate dazzling light.

Sun Yu's eyes held shock and confusion.

"I used the Limit-Breaking Mark, yet I only managed to get fifth!"

He couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.

If he hadn't made the decisive decision to use that item, his current ranking would likely have dropped to seventh or eighth, or even... failed to qualify!

His expression gradually became relieved.

But looking toward the Star Gate, his brows couldn't help but furrow again.

"Zhang Jian... what on earth are you doing? You've already proven you are the strongest in Long Province, the strongest in China, and even the strongest in Galaxy Academy!"

"Why are you still staying in there?"

Zhu Jiurong's expression was calm, but his gaze toward the Star Gate was sharp.

"A single team sweeping the top four—an unprecedented achievement!"

"Daring to enter the Hell-level—can they succeed?"

Yue Linyuan's lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

"Interesting, this is too interesting!"

"Long Province has been silent for so many years, yet it produced a true Dragon like Zhang Jian, and he even managed to outshine me, as well as this Sun Yu!"

"But... can you create another miracle in there?"

Ashina sat kneeling on the ground, his body trembling slightly, his expression completely out of control.

"Father, do you see? I've entered the Galaxy!"

"I have fulfilled your expectations!"

As his excitement slowly subsided, he couldn't help but look toward the Star Gate, his eyes filled with awe.

"Father, your warning was correct. China not only has peers stronger than me, but there is more than one..."

"But this Hell-level—you once said it was a Domain that no Mortal could touch, and only those third-turn Saints wielding Mythical-rank skills were qualified to attempt it. Zhang Jian challenging it now—is it ignorance or fearlessness?"

He fell into deep thought.

Kamishiro Chio and Han Xueyao hugged each other tightly.

The smiles of the two beauties, one older and one younger, were a delight to behold.

Ranking in the last two spots, they had qualified at the buzzer, and both felt the relief of having survived a disaster.

But a moment later, their gazes were also drawn to the Star Gate.

After the joy on Kamishiro Chio's face faded, a look of worry emerged.

"Zhang Jian-kun and the others haven't come out yet? The assessment has ended, right? Could there be danger?"

She couldn't help but step forward, her eyes filled with concern and anxiety.

Han Xueyao also put away her smile, her expression complex.

"Is this what true top-tier Chinese Prodigies are like?"

"They aren't satisfied with their current achievements and are still challenging difficulties we can't even imagine..."

She looked at the Star Gate, her eyes filled with admiration and curiosity.

As well as a hint of imperceptible bitterness.

She and Kamishiro Chio were already the pride of their respective countries.

But at this moment, she deeply felt the chasm between herself and Zhang Jian.

After the Reception Envoy finished reading the results, a long-lost smile appeared on his face. He floated back into the air and announced loudly.

"Congratulations to all the qualifiers. From today on, you have officially become members of the Galaxy Academy!"

"Here, you will gain not just knowledge, but the courage to touch the stars!"

Below, Sun Yu's eyes were full of anticipation.

"When you wear the galaxy badge, it will be your greatest confidence and your safest guarantee!"

Zhu Jiurong and Yue Linyuan seemed to know something, and their eyes both lit up.

The Reception Envoy's voice continued.

"From this day on, your names shall shine as brightly as the stars, and your achievements shall endure alongside the Galaxy!"

"May the starlight of Galaxy Academy always guide your course, and may the power of the stars pave your path to the heavens!"

When the Reception Envoy spoke his final words, the scene was completely ignited.

Even the many who failed to qualify revealed looks of envy and blessing as they cast their gazes toward those six lucky ones.

The Reception Envoy turned to look at the flickering Star Gate and took a deep breath.

"Everyone! The talented qualifiers, and all the students present!"

He suddenly raised his hand, pointing at the Star Gate flickering with galaxy light patterns.

"At this moment!"

"This peerless Prodigy—Zhang Jian—who single-handedly rewrote history, swept the top four spots, and triggered the 'Hell-level' difficulty trial!"

"His team is currently behind that gate, inside a terrifying Dungeon that you cannot even imagine!"

His voice trembled slightly with excitement and worry.

"What kind of miracle is he creating? What kind of heart-stopping battle is he experiencing?"

"At your stage, no one has ever been able to open or clear the Hell-level."

He slowed his voice, and the people below all tightened their expressions.

"Such an unprecedented challenge."

"Is it about to succeed, or..."

The pause in his voice seemed to freeze the entire space and time.

The entire plaza instantly fell into a deathly silence.

All curiosity, anticipation, worry, and blessings were intertwined together.

Only one thought remained.

Zhang Jian... can they succeed?

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