The national team leaders, surrounded by formidable foes

Gurgle, gurgle...

Yan Runan pursed her lips around a straw, sipping the icy, aloe-flavored freshly squeezed spirit drink in her chilled cup. It tasted wonderful.

A secretary accompanying Tang Bing tapped the tablet in her hands and said,

"According to the information currently available to the public, the forty-eight countries participating worldwide have a total of thirteen quasi-king tier team leaders."

"Some keep their identities well hidden, and our database searches turned up nothing on them. Others are powerhouses who have been famous in their respective countries for years. Apart from Stormhead of Beautiful Country, the leaders who warrant particular attention are—"

"The sage of Northern Europe—Sean, leading Northern Europe's team, [Children of the Gods]."

"The Wings of the Firmament of the Land Where the Sun Never Sets, Frey Foss, leading their team, [War Machine]."

"White Elephant Country's Blood Buddha—Rama IV, leading [Divine Descent Squad]."

"Kimchi Country's Dangun—Park Jin-hyeok, leading [Shadow Hand]."

"From one of Sakura Country's Three Great Families, [Shrine Maiden of Yellow Springs] Kitahara Ruri, leading [Plain of High Heaven]."

"A-San Country's [Flame Demon] Disha, leading [Holy Flame Order]."

"And Bear Country's iron-blooded deputy commander, Oleg Watt, leading [Fairy Brigade]."

"That concludes the list."

Having finished, the brisk, short-haired secretary pushed up the glasses on her nose.

Tang Bing gave her an approving look.

"Judging by their names, they all sound pretty impressive," An Tianzong said, rubbing his chin.

"Isn't that a good thing? Hahaha!"

Holding an enormous skewer of grilled meat, Sikong laughed. "Looks like we'll finally get some decent opponents. It'd be way too boring if they went down easily. Don't you think, Chen Xi?"

Chen Xi kept his head down and ate without answering.

He wasn't a battle maniac like this guy.

He just wanted to win glory for the academy. That was all.

"That