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Almost at the same time.
Chairman Wood and the other three Saint-level leaders were already in extreme shock. All their attention had been focused on who would take first place, and they had forgotten about Wu Hui, who had never appeared in the top 100 list.
Ice Disaster Isvel's stiff face twitched: "Has this kid ever made it into the top 100?"
The other two Saint-level magicians could only look at each other and forgot to pay attention to that boy.
"Anyway~" Jimmy Gaunt suddenly started to boast, "Anyway, I won. At least 10 magic stones are mine! Of course, if none of your disciples can get first place, hehe~"
"Jimmy, you're lucky this time. You're lucky enough to win this bet." Even his good friend, President Wood, was so angry that his face turned black. He snorted coldly, "But we still have a chance. Whoever can get first place can share the fruits of victory."
Of course, there is still one fruit of victory left, and only one person can taste it.
However, President Wood, Andrew, and Bingzai were all full of confidence in their disciples. After looking at each other coldly, they gradually turned their attention to the list.
The announcement of the results continued, and after Wu Hui, several more names appeared on the list.
No matter who the owner of the name is, as long as they can successfully advance to the first round, it is enough for them to be thankful and cheer.
And those contestants whose names have not yet appeared are still waiting anxiously.
Suddenly.
An excited scream broke the silence at the scene.
"No. 92 is out! Ah! It's me! It's really me!"
The bustling crowd at the scene turned their heads to look at the source of the sound.
I saw a skinny but very energetic young man crying with joy, shouting with his face raised, "Hahaha, I succeeded! After ten years of studying hard and practicing magic, I, Pierta Mano, finally made it today! Hahaha!"
Some crazy laughter kept lingering in the air.
It turned out that just now, the water curtain flipped, and the name that appeared was him, Peter Mano, ranked 92nd.
"Hey, brother, it's only 92nd place, why are you so excited?"
At this time, a young magician who was annoyed by the situation nearby reminded him speechlessly.
He was only ranked 92nd but he was screaming like a ghost. If he had won first place, wouldn't he have died on the spot
"What do you know?"
With a face full of ecstasy, Pilt raised his neck proudly, "Even if I'm 92nd, I'm still the 92nd in the world! Better than all the magicians in our village, our town, and our Thunder City!"
Indeed, the Truth Conference held by the Magic Association represents the highest level of magic competition in the world and is of extremely high value.
Anyone who can stand out in this competition, let alone the 92nd place, even Wu Hui, who just advanced to the 100th place, is an outstanding elite far beyond ordinary people.
At least from the current perspective, as long as these participating young magicians can successfully advance, their solid foundation and excellent potential will have been recognized by everyone.