The freshmen were noisy and bustling in the large classroom.
They were looking for their close companions.
Of course, there were also those who had already decided on their teams—Cui Yajie smiled and refused a rather polite boy, then sat down next to Zhu Lu and whispered in her ear. Dai Huabin turned his head and stared at the boy, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
Daring to steal someone away in front of him, he really wanted to die.
He secretly made a mental note of it, planning that if they met on the field, he would at least break their arms and legs, and go all out.
He was the kind of person who would hold a grudge.
"Lulu, we have a formidable rival in this freshman assessment. I wonder if we can get second or third place."
Cui Yajie said in a flirtatious tone, and her beautiful eyes unconsciously glanced behind her. Like them, they were also a small group, gathered around Su Wen.
"It's hard to say."
A hint of hesitation flashed in Zhu Lu's eyes.
That person's strength remains a mystery, like a mountain pressing down on all the new students.
"Hmph!"
Dai Huabin's cold snort attracted the attention of the two girls.
Just as Cui Yajie was expecting him to say something profound, he fell silent again.
Cui Yajie:
"..."
"Hopefully, I can squeeze into the top three."
Zhu Lu sighed softly.
"Hmph!"
Dai Huabin's snort carried a hint of arrogance, implying casualness.
Cui Yajie:
"..."
...
"Besides the academy's rewards, what other benefits are there to achieving outstanding results in this competition?" Wu Feng asked with interest.
"The top performers will get core disciple slots, enter the higher-ups' field of vision, and gain access to more resources."
Xue Ling's father was an outer academy teacher, so his information was more readily available.
"What are the benefits of being a core disciple?" Wu Feng raised an eyebrow.
"Hmm."
You can get higher privileges in the Treasure Pavilion, the amount of gold soul coins you can borrow each year will increase, the academy will think of you first when it comes to any training resources, and you can even enjoy the same opportunities as inner academy disciples, such as being led by powerful teachers to the Star Dou Great Forest to obtain soul rings."
Xue Ling pondered.
"Some even call the core disciples the 'mini-inner academy.'
Basically, 70-80% of those who are rated as core disciples will be able to enter the inner academy for further studies in the future."
"Tsk tsk, since that's the case, I'll reluctantly give it a shot." Wu Feng puffed out his chest, head held high, looking arrogant.
"Ouch~"
The girl suddenly covered her head, baring her little tiger teeth, and glared angrily at Su Wen.
"Why did you hit my head!"
"Keep your voice down."
Su Wen pouted, and Mu Jin, sitting below the stage, gave him a reproachful look and had already started collecting the lists.
"Oh."
Wu Feng reluctantly sat back down.
"Let me briefly introduce this assessment."
Mu Jin collected the lists and looked at her new Class Two "elite soldiers" with a smile.
First is the assessment.
This year, the college decided to divide the students into groups of three.
The entire grade of nearly a thousand students was divided into three hundred groups.
The top 150 will advance, and the bottom 150 will be eliminated. It is a very rigorous assessment.
The strong will show their talents, and the weak will."
She paused and continued, "As for the ranking, it will be determined by the competition points. Each team will play a total of ten matches. Winning a match will earn you points, and losing will earn you none."
"After the assessment, there will be an elimination round,"
Mu Jin said gently.
"This elimination round is only for the top 64 teams. The top four will receive generous rewards from the academy!"
Looking around and seeing everyone full of confidence, she smiled and nodded.
"Very good, everyone is very energetic. In that case, let's finalize the list."
"The first group: Offensive type Dai Huabin, Agile type Zhu Lu, Control type Cui Yajie. Not bad, a classic trio.
The White Tiger Martial Soul is excellent for an offensive team, the Nine-Tailed Fox Martial Soul is good for charm and control, and Zhu Lu, as an agile attacker, is responsible for harassment and timely protection of the control team.
Perfect!"
Mu Jin nodded in satisfaction.
She added the praise, just in case some kids mess around and erase all their advantages, creating teams with two supports and one offensive player, or three agile attackers.
"The second group..."
"..."
"The twenty-seventh group: Offensive type Wu Feng, Support type Ning Tian Summoning type Su Wen?"
Mu Jin adjusted her glasses, her expression slightly embarrassed.
What the heck is this Summoning type?
She seemed to have never heard of it.
The whole class fell silent.
Dai Huabin was even more astonished; he had always assumed Su Wen was a power-attack type—of course, with such terrifying physical strength, why wouldn't he be a power-attack type? So what on earth was this summoning type?
"Teacher, the summoning type is summoning soul beasts," Su Wen stood up and explained.
"Summoning soul beasts."
Mu Jin suddenly realized.
There was also a summoning type in Zhou Yi's class next door, Zhou Sichen, whose Martial Soul Manual allowed him to summon soul beasts corresponding to his own soul ring age.
She was truly clueless about Su Wen's martial soul.
After all, Su Wen's information in the student file had always been shrouded in mystery, and in the past three months, aside from displaying his physical strength, he had revealed almost nothing else.
The sheer terror of this child's status at Shrek Academy was evident from the fact that several elders, Dean Yan, and Xian Lin'er had come to talk to her during her few months of substitute teaching.
So only today did she decide to find time to ask him about his martial soul gesturing for Su Wen to sit down.
No matter which team it is, as long as Su Wen is there, they are guaranteed to win the championship.
Just the thousand-year-old Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear they saw a year ago was already incredibly powerful, so even if Su Wen were the sole leader of the team, she wouldn't say much.
Only Dai Huabin clenched his fists.
He felt insulted.
He had just accepted that Su Wen probably possessed some kind of top-tier martial soul known for its strength, and he had even considered the possibility of a golden dragon.
He could barely accept that; there might still be a chance to surpass him and turn the tide.
But then the opponent suddenly revealed their hand that physical strength was merely the tip of the iceberg of his power.
What about his previous fear of Su Wen's strength?
What about the tactics he had meticulously planned over several days and months?!
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