Over the next few days, Chu Xin stayed holed up in the Training Room, watching Slowpoke and Nidoran train while dealing with opponents who came to battle him. His status as a first-year had made him a well-known easy target in the Selection Tournament. Even though he stayed in the Training Room, people still came to challenge him from time to time. Some were senior students, but most were only second- or third-years and took little effort to deal with. As a result, he still won more than he lost during this period. Although he had devoted his attention to training, his points kept him near the top of the rankings-just no longer in first or second place.
Chu Xin looked at the rankings on his badge. Without realizing it, he had slipped to ninth place, a position that put him out of contention in the Selection Tournament. No matter how hard he worked, he could not become a member of the Academy Tournament team at that rank. Every senior student in the top eight was at least a fifth-year. The student in first place was a sixth-year, twenty points ahead of second place. Clearly, that student had spent a long time preparing to secure a spot on the Academy Tournament team and looked very difficult to handle.
Looking at the rankings on his badge, Chu Xin sighed helplessly. He wanted to compete in the Academy Tournament too, but he was still too weak. Although he believed no one in all of Jindu Academy could match his potential, turning potential into strength took time. And time was precisely what he lacked most if he wanted to enter the Academy Tournament.
If he were entering the Academy Tournament next year, Chu Xin believed he would definitely make the team-or, at worst,