It was scheduled three months after the start of the school year precisely to give every class sufficient time to select their elite students, coordinate their tactics, and improve their strength.
Today, the weather was on their side.
The breeze was gentle, the sun shone brightly, and the sky was a flawless blue without a cloud in sight.
The Intermediate Division's training grounds had long since been redecorated.
The most eye-catching feature was the enormous competition platform at the very center—
It was paved with sturdy metal plates ten centimeters thick, with a diameter of a full hundred meters, occupying the core area of the grounds.
Precision Soul Tool barrier generators were positioned around the platform, ensuring the match could proceed safely and preventing accidental injuries.
Today was the first day of the Class Advancement Tournament. To avoid disrupting regular classes, the matches were scheduled after school.
When the crisp school bell rang throughout campus, the students of First Grade Class Five were already fully prepared.
Under Wu Changkong's cold gaze, they moved swiftly and ran in neat formation toward the training grounds, quickly taking their places in the designated area.
Three months of hellish physical training had produced remarkable results. Although their Martial Soul talents still could not be considered outstanding, their bearing had been completely transformed!
Everyone stood taller, and the laziness once present in their eyes had been replaced by a measure of resolve.
The leap in physical fitness had also improved the efficiency of their Soul Power cultivation, and their overall strength had advanced considerably.
In comparison, First Grade Class Four, their challengers for today, appeared far more lax.
The students strolled over in twos and threes, chatting and laughing. Their expressions were relaxed, even dismissive, clearly showing that they had not taken this match against