My Professions Have Too Much Personality - Chapter 121 - 102: The Ink Jade Talent? That’s It?

Chapter 121: Chapter 102: The Ink Jade Talent? That’s It?

The rest of the audience exchanged disappointed glances. ’I got all hyped up for this? He’s not even as good as that last guy.’

And just like that, the conversation shifted back to the previous guy, Su Chen.

“What is he doing!?” Pang Xingwen gritted his teeth. “Send him flying!”

“Shut up!” Chu Yunze’s glare was vicious. Pang Xingwen faltered but couldn’t stop himself from retorting, “It’s not that I’m impatient! He needs to display an air of absolute dominance!”

Chu Yunze took a deep breath. “Talent isn’t immediate power,” he said. “It takes time to manifest. The gap isn’t obvious in the early stages. Su Chen could catch up, or even surpass him, through sheer effort…”

“As Professional Tiers rise, development becomes increasingly difficult. That’s when Talent truly shows its worth. A momentary setback means nothing.”

“Means nothing?” Pang Xingwen was stunned for a moment, then cursed, “My ass it means nothing! If he fails to become a Core Seed…”

He didn’t get to finish, silenced by the murderous look in Chu Yunze’s eyes.

Zhu Xuan panted heavily, the muscles in his cheeks twitching. He was grinding his teeth so hard they felt ready to shatter.

The murmurs of the crowd were clearly audible, flooding his ears.

Doubts, sneers, mockery.

He hadn’t been the subject of such talk ever since he’d revealed his Talent.

If it weren’t for Su Chen, his performance would have been stunning. But with such a tough act to follow, his grand finale fell flat.

At this thought, he couldn’t help but look toward Su Chen, only to find the man had already averted his gaze as if he’d lost interest.

“You…” Blood rushed to his head. Zhu Xuan’s eyes instantly became bloodshot. The combination of exhaustion and intense emotional turmoil made him feel faint.

But his last shred of rationality held him back from doing anything rash.

’That’s it…?’ Su Chen muttered to himself. ’I was expecting a much more stunning performance.’

But then he reconsidered, rationalizing it to himself. ’In the end, Talent is just Talent. It only increases the efficiency of one’s development. That, along with the requirements for advancing, means that while it’s important, it’s not the be-all and end-all.’

His understanding of the Judicial Court’s method of assessing strength deepened.

He vaguely sensed someone staring at him. When he looked up, he saw Zhu Xuan had already returned to his spot, standing there in silence.

“Excellent! He qualifies as an Inner Court Seed!” the supervisor announced loudly, unable to resist glancing at the two faint furrows plowed into the training ground floor.

Under normal circumstances, that would have caused a sensation. Unfortunately…

“The Red Gold Level assessment is complete,” he added. “The other assessments may now begin.”

The Judicial Guards began to disperse the crowd that had gathered nearby.

Their assessments weren’t considered worthy of a massive audience. They returned to their designated areas, followed the instructions, selected their assessment method, and proceeded step by step.

The five who had completed the assessment wore varying expressions. Meng Qi kept stealing timid glances at Su Chen.

Pang Xingwen looked grim, and Chu Yunze’s expression was just as sour.

“Zhu Xuan, Su Chen, both of you, please come with me. The Chief Judge wishes to see you…” the supervisor called out after receiving a notice.

Su Chen felt a flicker of intrigue. Zhu Xuan composed himself and followed the supervisor toward the high platform.

Chu Yunze breathed a sigh of relief. ’There’s still a chance, there’s still a chance…’

The two walked side-by-side in silence, taking a levitating lift that carried them up into the high platform.

The moment Su Chen stepped inside, he instinctively scanned his surroundings and felt that the atmosphere was off.

There was Chong Jingtian, the Chief Judge, his expression placid. Su Chen recognized him from a photograph.

Xia Hanshi wore a sinister smile, apparently quite pleased.

Yuan Poshan, whom he had met once, looked displeased, his face a mask of pained disappointment.

As for the others, their expressions varied, but their eyes were filled with scrutiny.

Only one person had the foulest expression of all, wearing a long, sour face.