"There were five people in the Advanced Class last year, but only three this year. If we still had last year's lineup, holding on to second place would be a breeze. Without Zheng Yu and Zhang Lin, our academy's in for a rough time."
"Not necessarily. A few strong students graduated from our academy, but other academies lost graduates too. It pretty much evens out."
"I just broke through to the Spirit Release realm the day before yesterday. I want to give it a shot."
"You want to sign up? Read it carefully. There are only twelve registration spots. You can't just sign up because you feel like it. Your willingness matters, but you also need a recommendation from one of the academy's instructors."
"Exactly. Aside from the dean, the vice dean, and the three admissions teachers, our academy has exactly twelve other teachers. The dean gave each of those twelve teachers one nomination slot. Once all twelve candidates are chosen, they'll narrow them down to six to represent the academy."
"I only enrolled this year, so I don't really know how it works. Doesn't the announcement say the tournament starts on the twenty-first of next month? That's more than a month away."
"Idiot, they obviously have to pick the candidates first, then put them through intensive training. If they go straight into the tournament without any coordination, they'll be doomed in the team matches, which are especially important. Get it?"
"Oh, so that's how it works. I get it now."
Listening to their discussion, Lin Feng got a rough idea of what was going on.
Since every academy took this Academy Tournament so seriously, they would undoubtedly send their strongest students to compete.
Lin Feng's second brother, Lin Yu, studied at Cangqiong Academy, which ranked first.
Unless something unexpected