In the blink of an eye, it was over in a hurry. In the time it took to blink, he had already obtained a "Fierce Jump." For this past month, Zhong Shenxiu and his group had simply vanished from the face of the earth; no one knew where they had gone, and certainly no one knew what they were doing.

In this past month, no one was more anxious than Director Leander! So many seed-level talents disappearing without a trace for a whole month, and crucially, all of them had been taken out by Zhong Shenxiu—this dereliction of duty would inevitably land squarely on his shoulders.

, Wang Fa was better than Bei So, during these days, he burned incense and prayed daily, begging for that little ancestor, Zhong Shenxiu, to return quickly and stop tormenting him like this. Perhaps heaven took pity on his suffering, because on this day, Zhong Shenxiu and his students finally returned.

The moment they stepped back, they immediately became the center of attention. Judging by their attire, there was nothing particularly noteworthy about Zhong Shenxiu’s students.

However, if one looked into their eyes, one couldn't help but flinch—those were the eyes of wolves, as if they wanted to devour anything they saw! "Hey, hey, what's wrong with them?

They look possessed," said Classmate A in a low voice. "You still don't know?

These people have been missing for a whole month, who knows where they went," Classmate B replied gloomily. "Why do I feel something strange when I look at them?

I keep getting goosebumps, like a cold wind is blowing down my back!" Classmate C couldn't help but shiver. "Really?

You feel that way too? Me too!" Many people murmured amongst themselves, saying all sorts of things, but nobody dared to step forward and ask.

Zhong Shenxiu and his group ignored the chatter and strode forward with purpose. Each person radiated a strange aura, as if they had just gone through a cycle of life and death!

Just then, Zhong Shenxiu suddenly stopped. "This assembly ends here.

Disperse!" Zhong Shenxiu said without turning his head. As soon as the words left his mouth, everyone behind him moved, all sprinting toward a single destination—the cafeteria!

In just a moment, only Zhong Shenxiu and Robin remained on the scene! A meaningful smile finally flickered across Zhong Shenxiu’s lips.

He turned to look at the somewhat distracted Robin and said, "Robin, let’s go eat too!" With that, he actually led Robin toward the outside of the school. Robin’s small face instantly lit up with a charming smile, and she quickly hurried two steps ahead to walk shoulder-to-shoulder with Zhong Shenxiu toward where they were going to eat.

Meanwhile, the crowd that had rushed into the cafeteria had eyes glowing green. Looking at the chefs behind the counter, they genuinely wished they could swallow them whole.

"Three roast chickens, five steamed buns, and everything else—I want it all," Wayne said eagerly, drooling. "Give me a little bit of everything on those dishes.

I need them right now!" Solomon genuinely felt like charging straight into the serving area. "Send this entire feast to Private Room 7.

Hurry, I can't wait. First, send us a few steamed buns, and some of those cold dishes too, yes, right now," Marksin said impatiently.

Elena behind her remained silent, but she kept urging the cooks inside with her eyes to hurry up. Alas, this wasn't students eating; it was clearly a pack of hungry wolves descending upon their prey!

The moment the food was served, the scholars ceased to be scholars, and the ladies ceased to be ladies; everyone dug in using both hands and mouths, causing the chefs to stare wide-eyed! They ate for nearly an hour, during which time not a single mouth stopped moving; they were in a state of continuous operation!

Horrifying, truly horrifying. The sheer volume of food they consumed could feed an augmented platoon for an entire day!

Yet, this was not the most terrifying part. The truly terrifying sight was Robin at this moment: the stack of empty plates on a huge square table was already over a meter high, and it was still growing!

This naturally made people wonder what exactly Zhong Shenxiu had taken them to do to exhaust these children to such an extent? However, if one were to ask these students this question, the answer would surely be a trembling body staring back with an utterly terrified gaze, possibly followed by the plea: "Please, don't ask!" What happened during that time was no longer important; what mattered was that everyone was still alive, and no one was missing a limb.

Instead of dwelling on the past, it was better to focus on what was coming next! "The Seed Player Selection Tournament will proceed as scheduled.

This is a competition open to all students in the school, regardless of grade, only separated by strength!" At Zhong Shenxiu’s request, Wayne, Solomon, and the others would participate in this "Seed Player Selection Tournament" as a unit under the banner of the "Virtual Class"! Elena helped handle the preliminary organizational work, such as group draws and rule explanations; she had effectively become the acting homeroom teacher for this "Virtual Class"!

The early stages of the competition would employ an "elimination system." After whittling down a batch of participants, it would switch to a point system. This "Seed Player Selection Tournament" was purely a measure of strength, with no room for manipulation or deceit.

Anyone harboring notions of luck would only serve as fodder for others! The tournament finally began.

The Virtual Class had a match that very morning. For people like Angelia and Solomon, advancing was not in question; the focus was now mainly on Wayne and the others.

They weren't very lucky; their opponents were either older students or top contenders from this year's cohort. The most perilous match was for Wade, whose opponent had placed fifth in the "Freshman Tournament." Many people believed this was a foregone conclusion; the disparity in skill seemed too vast in their eyes.

Wade was no match for him. A lot of busybodies even started jeering before the match officially began!

"Hey kid on the other side, if you can't handle it, just surrender. We won't laugh at you!" Ha!

"You have no chance of winning this match. You better quit quickly to avoid getting hurt." Some shouts were grating, but for Wade, who had endured painful experiences, these noises meant nothing.

His heart had long been honed to be exceptionally firm; he would not be swayed by such sounds! , Ten Thousand In the "Virtual Class," he was the weakest foundationally, having started late and only recently beginning to engage with Dou Qi.

However, he was the one who progressed the fastest among the group, especially under Zhong Shenxiu’s deliberate tutelage; his strength was now catching up to masters like Solomon! In this battle, Wade possessed absolute confidence.

He wanted to win, and he had to win. Not just to prove he was no longer useless, but more importantly, to repay Zhong Shenxiu for his guidance during these trying times!

Pain would not be endured in vain, and sweat would not be shed for nothing—this moment would reveal its true worth! While waiting, the referee finally entered the arena, followed by the entry of the two contestants.

The procedure was no different from the previous "Freshman Tournament." Zhong Shenxiu smiled when he saw Wade's opponent. He knew this match belonged to Wade.

That opponent had clearly made the grave mistake of underestimating him. More importantly, his actual strength was inferior to Wade's current level, making this match truly one without suspense!

As the match was about to start, the arena remained noisy. In the eyes of the spectators, this was merely a one-sided performance, a battle without any tension!

The match finally commenced. Wade did not move, quietly observing his opponent with his eyes.

This was a habit he had cultivated during the past month of training: first, find the opponent's weakness, then deliver a fatal blow. This strategy was far superior to blind aggression!

Wade’s opponent was a tall individual, nearly half a head taller than Wade, and his sword was considerably longer than Wade’s. By all appearances, he held the advantage.

Precisely because of this advantage he assumed, he wouldn't gain an inch! This lanky fellow hadn't taken the match seriously at all.

If Wade had been an older student, he might have taken precautions, but since he was a student of the same year with no outstanding record in the "Freshman Tournament," it was understandable that he paid him no mind. Perhaps he never dreamed that a person could undergo such earth-shattering changes in just a few months.

The former weakling now stood before him as a powerhouse, yet the opponent found this realization laughable! Wade's eyes grew increasingly sharp.

He had already pinpointed the opponent’s weakness; his current inaction was merely waiting for the perfect moment, and that moment was fast approaching! "Seven meters, six meters, five meters." Wade silently counted.

When the lanky fellow was close to four meters away, Wade finally launched his attack, charging forward like a predator pouncing on prey, his sword aimed directly at the opponent's soft spot! The tall fellow reacted quickly enough.

In the flash of lightning and thunder, he hastily blocked Rhys’s attack with his sword. However, because the block was rushed, and given that Wade struck at his weak point, the difference in strength was immediately evident!

The tall fellow lost his balance instantly and staggered backward. Wade seized this opportunity, striking again at the weakness, the Dou Qi on his sword erupting in a dazzling burst of light!

With a muffled thud, the tall fellow was knocked clean out of the arena, his sword flying off to the side. Instantly, the surroundings fell deathly silent!

No one had anticipated such an outcome. It was over almost as soon as it began, so fast that the crowd didn't know what had happened!

Looking at the tall fellow, though not seriously wounded, his body was trembling uncontrollably, and he couldn't pull himself up from the ground for a long time! In that single moment, an oppressive aura washed over him, making him feel as if he had glimpsed death itself!

Killing intent—yes, it was palpable, substantial killing intent! If he hadn't blocked that thunderous sword strike in that instant, he didn't know if he would have already become a cold corpse!

Terrifying, truly terrifying. Was he really a student in the same year as me?

Lost in confusion..."

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