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Icy blue light blossomed from his palm, and a slender, frigid Heavenfrost Sword appeared in his hand.

The temperature across the entire training ground plummeted, and a faint white mist filled the air.

Wu Changkong lightly stroked the cold blade with his fingertips. A rare trace of gentleness flashed through his cool eyes, as though he were admiring a lover.

Then his gaze swept over the four people before him and settled on every member of Zero Class.

"This time, you have no buttons to leave the battlefield. Give it everything you have."

Although Wu Changkong only displayed the strength of the Two-Ring Realm, the combat techniques and experience he had accumulated over many years were far beyond theirs.

After dozens of minutes of intense combat.

At the edge of the training ground, Tang Wuling, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue each sat down, all bearing injuries to varying degrees.

Only Chen An's breathing remained steady.

Wu Changkong slowly approached with his hands behind his back. His cool gaze passed over the three of them one by one as he began his critique.

"Tang Wuling, you rely too much on brute force. You charge in and fight head-on without making use of your martial soul's advantages."

Sitting nearby, Xie Xie could not help muttering under his breath, "What can Bluesilver Grass even do...?"

"Xie Xie."

Wu Changkong's gaze instantly locked onto him, his tone cold.

"You performed the worst out of everyone."

Xie Xie immediately shut his mouth, hanging his head and not daring to say another word.

"You are an agility-attack battle Soul Master, yet your timing when entering the fight was terrible. You seem afraid of missing your attacks. Every time you had a chance to land a hit, you hesitated.

No matter where you picked up that bad