Blue Tyrant Academy.
A group of Soul Masters in standard uniforms were training on the cross-country Training Ground Qin Chao had designed.
Most were around twenty, the age when they were hardest to manage. Faced with the sudden change in training grounds and equipment they were unused to, they all wore plainly visible looks of impatience.
Another lap ended, and the teacher standing nearby knitted his brows. "Two and a half minutes. Are you all snails? After all these days, has your soul power increased at all? Have you been taking your training seriously?"
"You're the worst class I've ever taught!"
The students seemed indignant at his words. A Red-Haired Boy stepped forward first. "We came to school to learn how to increase our soul power, not to become clowns in a circus!"
Blue Tyrant Academy only admitted commoner students. They had neither powerful connections nor well-off families; they could rely only on themselves. Naturally, their hunger for strength was far greater than that of noble Soul Masters. Now, the sudden change in training methods had filled them with apprehension.
They feared their training would yield no results. They feared the tuition their parents had painstakingly scraped together would go down the drain. They could not afford trial and error...
With someone taking the lead, the other students suddenly seemed to have found their backbone, and they began shouting and jeering...
"This isn't training Soul Masters at all! It's clearly training laborers!"
"Exactly! I'm a support-type Soul Master. What do I need this training for? Every day, I'm worked like a dog, and it's useless. Wouldn't I be better off spending that time meditating?"
"Who could stand training this intense? I think the academy's just picking a fight, deliberately making things difficult and slowing down our cultivation so they can