Battle Armor Class

Fan Lang rode on A Zi's back and looked down below.

The arena was covered in traces of battle. The students from both classes were still on the stage, and many had been injured.

The two sides had been Class B and Class C of the Earth Class. Their battle had ended, with Class B emerging victorious.

Fan Lang leaped down from the sky, while A Zi followed close behind and transformed into human form.

He first went to the platform where the Heavenly Gifted Pill Saint was seated and paid his respects to his master. The master and disciple chatted for a while. Then he went to where the students of the inferior class were gathered.

The students immediately found their backbone upon seeing him return and hurried forward to greet him.

"Mentor, you're finally back."

"Let me tell you some good news. In the first round, where we compared the power of our moves, we actually surpassed Class A!"

"Mentor, you came back at just the right time. Our next match is against Class A. It's an arena battle. As long as we defeat Class A, our place will be practically guaranteed."

The students all spoke at once.

Fan Lang nodded. "Not bad. My months of training haven't gone to waste. Victory or defeat will be decided in this battle. Whether you can take part in the Enlightenment Battle depends on you!"

"Rest assured, Mentor. We'll give it everything we have!"

"With Mentor here to hold down the fort, I feel much more at ease!"

"Defeat Class A and take first place!"

The students rubbed their hands together, their fighting spirit soaring.

Fan Lang swept his gaze over the group before finally settling on Yun Feiyang. The Silly Cow of old had now become their pillar, the key