Pride and Vanity

"First, Wang Meng."

Shen Qing called the students forward in order.

A burly, short-haired young man stepped out in response, carrying a long spear as he strode into the center of the field.

Wang Meng.

An external cultivator at the Spirit Fusion Realm, with ten acupoints opened within his body. Among the elite class, he ranked roughly in the lower-middle tier.

The field was enormous.

Dozens of dark green refined iron puppets hung densely from the dome above.

"Activate them," Shen Qing said flatly.

Boom!

The array patterns around the edge of the field suddenly lit up.

Then—

Those refined iron puppets, which had been motionless until then, seemed to come alive in an instant.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Accompanied by piercing whistles through the air, several puppets shot toward Wang Meng from all directions like arrows loosed from a bow.

They were incredibly fast!

They struck and immediately withdrew, never lingering.

Several thousand students from the regular classes immediately cried out in alarm from the stands.

"So fast!"

"At that speed, if I went up there, I probably wouldn't even have time to react before getting sent flying."

"Forget attacking them. It'd already be lucky just to dodge!"

The regular-class students watched with their scalps tingling.

At the center of the field.

Wang Meng's gaze sharpened as the ten acupoints within his body roared into motion.

Whoosh!

He stomped down hard, narrowly dodging a puppet that charged straight at him.

His movement technique had already reached the Mystic Comprehension Tier!

At the same time.

"Hah!" Wang Meng shouted as he thrust out his spear.

The spear shot forth like a dragon, carrying the fierce wind of the Mystic Comprehension Tier.

Bang!

The spear tip struck hard against the side ribs of another puppet brushing past him.

The puppet's body shuddered.