Profound-Grade Talent

The surroundings fell silent, with dozens of pairs of eyes fixed on Dan Chen. They held their breath, awaiting his assessment results.

"Dan Chen."

Dan Chen politely reported his name to the armored youth. Without any hesitation, he walked a few steps to the assessment crystal and, while circulating his internal energy, placed his right palm on it.

Boom!

The assessment crystal emitted a muffled sound, followed by a dazzling red light radiating from within, enveloping Dan Chen entirely.

"Red! Hahaha, it's only a low-grade talent!"

Wang Junjie burst into arrogant laughter. He seemed to have already imagined himself chopping off Dan Chen's arm and seeking revenge for his brother.