The Martial God with Psychic Powers

The ones who entered Pyeong Cheon’s sight—

Every single one of them exuded overwhelming presence.

"Is this really the South?"

He couldn’t believe it.

There was no way a region with such individuals could be the weakest.

Following Jang Woon’s lead, he arrived at a room where Sunwoo Baek was seated.

Now that he noticed—he wasn’t wearing the uniform of a senior student.

"A mid-level student?"

And yet he was the top student?

Come to think of it, the one who had introduced himself earlier as the second-ranked was also a mid-level student.

"The mid-level students have taken control?"

“Welcome. We’ve been expecting you.”