"Like I said yesterday, we just need to charge in. Don't worry, everyone—leave Lei Ze to me."
"I'll take the vice class monitor." Li Lei slapped his chest and volunteered to handle the opposing class's second-in-command.
"I'll take the first squad captain." Zhang Xiaolong had chosen his target as well.
"The second squad is mine!" Qin Ming had wanted to pick the first squad, but Zhang Xiaolong had beaten him to it.
But this was not the time to show off. The opposing first squad captain was an Element Type phoenix Spirit Martial Practitioner, and Zhang Xiaolong had a greater advantage against him than Qin Ming did.
According to the plan Su Wuming and Li Lei had worked out yesterday, as long as he could break through the enemy formation, they would have won half of this Ranking Battle.
If each of their main fighters could smoothly deal with their own opponents—especially if Su Wuming could quickly take down Lei Ze—the balance of victory would immediately tip toward Class Nine.
At this moment, Class Eight had already begun arranging its formation. Though they looked down on Class Nine in words, they were not careless in their actions.
Despise the enemy strategically, but take them seriously tactically. In this regard, Class Eight was the same as Class Nine.
However, Class Nine appeared even more relaxed. Aside from Su Wuming, Qin Ming and Li Lei stood at the rear in a triangular formation, while everyone else stood in a disorderly mess, without the slightest sense of tension before a major battle.
Of course, this had all been deliberately requested by Su Wuming. He wanted the other side to see them like this and lower their guard, if only slightly.
"Time's up. Prepare!" The Black-Clad Referees' voices rang out. The minute was over.