At the center of the virtual world's forest, the aftermath of battle had yet to fade. After Xu Yucheng was eliminated, space rippled at the edge of the clearing, and several figures slowly appeared.
They were none other than the exam supervisors: Wu Changkong, Shen Yi, and Long Bing.
"Senior brother," Shen Yi asked softly, her brows drawing together as she watched the students regroup below, "who do you think will ultimately win the Class Monitor position?"
His gaze swept over the situation. "Yang Nianxia is quite strong. Although Tang Wulin and the others have performed well, their successive fierce battles have consumed an enormous amount of soul power. Their condition is nowhere near what it was. What's more, Wu Siduo's attitude has remained ambiguous. She may not give Tang Wulin her full support. As for Xie Xie and Xu Xiaoyan, they're clever, but their soul power reserves really are rather weak..."
Shen Yi shook his head, seemingly weighing the possibilities. "There are too many variables in this melee."
Dressed in blue, Wu Changkong remained expressionless, but his icy eyes were fixed on the boy holding the Golden Dragon Spear. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke, his cool voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of approval:
"If we judge solely by soul power consumption and apparent strength, Yang Nianxia does indeed have a good chance. But you've overlooked the most crucial factor—Tang Wulin himself."
"Oh?" Shen Yi looked at his senior brother in surprise.
"Although Tang Wulin can sometimes be as innocent as a blank sheet of paper, in battle, he's like a wild beast that never tires." Wu Changkong's gaze pierced the barrier of space, as though he could see the hot blood boiling within Tang Wulin. "As long as there's a battle, as long as he's