Spectators on the High Platform

Area Eight was not far from the stands. Xue Lingyun reached below the high platform after only a few dozen steps.

He did not look back at the field that had already emptied, nor did he care about the scattered discussions behind him.

Several nearby areas had probably witnessed that swift victory through the gaps in the barriers, so whispering was inevitable.

He did not listen. A trace of Extreme Ice still lingered coolly at his fingertips. He casually dusted off nonexistent dirt from his school uniform, his steps never slowing in the slightest.

He stepped up the stairs, where quite a few people were already standing along the edge of the high platform.

There were homeroom teachers from various classes, as well as senior students from the Inner Court who had come to watch. Many of them were not much younger than the Outer Court teachers.

They gathered in twos and threes, their gazes fixed on the assessment areas below.

Xue Lingyun found a secluded spot with a broad view and stood there. He casually took out two packets of snacks he had prepared beforehand from his Storage Soul Tool.

One was dried meat jerky from a cooked-food shop in Shrek City, baked firm and chewy with Soul Power. There was also a jar of candied preserved fruits he had picked up earlier.

He unwrapped the oiled paper and stuffed a piece of jerky into his mouth. As he chewed, he rested both hands on the cold Mu Jin railing and glanced down.

Of the thirty-two assessment areas separated by heavy barriers, nearly half had already emptied.

His group had finished early, but quite a few matches were still being fiercely contested.

The muffled sounds of Soul Power Collisions, the sound of breaking air from exploding Soul Skills, battle