With the support of Li Lei, the former class monitor, the negative atmosphere in the class eased quite a bit.
But defeating Class Eight was not something they could accomplish with mere words.
First, Su Wuming needed intelligence. Li Lei had already been preparing for that, and Zhang Xiaolong was in charge of it.
Zhang Xiaolong had compiled a detailed table covering the combat strength and awakened talents of every Class Eight student.
For the students of Class Nine, gathering this intelligence had actually been quite easy. Most of those students had earned admission by challenging Class Nine before transferring to other classes, with Class Eight having the most of them.
After reading it, Su Wuming took a deep breath. The numerical advantage did not mean much to him; he believed Class Eight's greatest advantage lay in each student's talent abilities.
It would not have been an exaggeration to call Class Eight an Element Type hodgepodge. They covered nearly every category of Element Type, with Grade-B Aptitude making up the majority, while both the class monitor and vice monitor possessed Grade-A Aptitude.
They also had five Food-Type Spirit Martial Practitioners as logistical support, all specializing in spiritual energy infusion, effectively ensuring their endurance.
Unlike Lin Pangpang, whose main talent was Blood Vitality Infusion and could benefit far too few people. Only fighters like Su Wuming, who relied on their physical bodies in battle, regarded it as a treasure.
Sure enough, no one who could attend this school was useless. Class Eight truly would not be easy to take down.
But when Su Wuming looked at the student profiles for Class Nine, he was completely stunned.
Animal Type, Animal Type, and fucking Animal Type.
Oh, there was one Food Type.
No, this was Pangpang!!!
Had he joined a zoo or something?