Lin Ze gave Class Competition a fantastic start.
He defeated his opponent with stunning efficiency.
The countless students present erupted in cheers.
After the referee announced the result, Lin Ze quickly returned to the Waiting Area.
Wave after wave of heated gazes fell upon him, but his expression remained calm.
"Kid, it feels good to have everyone watching, doesn't it?"
Instructor Ruo Lin looked at Lin Ze with a smile.
"It does."
A faint smile touched Lin Ze's lips.
"You're keeping your composure pretty well," Instructor Ruo Lin said, somewhat surprised.
"It's too early to celebrate. This is only the first step."
Lin Ze spoke calmly as he watched the two students who had just entered the Arena.
"You certainly sound confident," Instructor Ruo Lin said with a beaming smile.
Perhaps Lin Ze had gotten things off to a good start.
The students who competed after him all gave it their absolute best.
Though none of them performed with quite the same efficiency as Lin Ze, they still earned cheers and applause from the crowd.
As time passed, Lin Ze took to the Arena twice more.
Each time, he relied on Mad Lion Chant and Swift Wind Shadow to defeat his opponent in short order.
Next came the Top Eight Tournament, where every competitor was an exceptional student.
Aside from Lin Ze, only one competitor came from a Yellow Class. All the rest were from Xuan Classes.
This showed that the Xuan Classes were indeed stronger overall than the Yellow Classes.
Among the eight competitors, Lin Ze naturally drew the most attention.
Not only had he dispatched each of his opponents with ease, but more importantly, he was a freshman.
The other competitors had all studied at the academy for a year or two and reached the Nine-Star Dou Practitioner